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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like sustentation men.

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

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

The ‘ girls'are boisterous young women straight out of an American ( Pie ) walkaway. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schooling PRINCIPLAL AND scholar VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Saami female person voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the vacate 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 vauntingly tack of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not lie with who her visitant was. After what seemed like an timeless existence of awkward silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"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 unsubstantiated close ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and delivery approach pattern which have brought you to the decision there could be a specific grounds for such change. However, if your wording is taken at boldness value, you have no evidence of what the said cause may be. Your girl is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all way of unpredictable and irrational number behavior. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Lapplander, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speaking. This woman was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no bullies here. Part of our educational activity mission is to cultivate an intellect of the existent worldly concern. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this shoal is to endeavour to be your best, but also to accept your place in the pecking order of liveliness. Do you infer ?"

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

"So you wish to raise your impartation of concern to the status 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 persuasion ?"

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

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

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

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

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the principal sum into a classroom full of female person school-age child who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to hold our unexpected visitant a little presentment. You'll have to indulge us for a short while."

The wording to the instructor made it clear that social rank was being pulled, and no selection being given.

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

"Who in this room is 18 years old ?"she asked, and a forest of weapon 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 coat of arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very bemused and intrigued Belinda counted three implements of war in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed fingerbreadth to the flooring just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself unsloped with a scrapping of chairperson legs and scurried to the presence of class.

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

"No way,"returned the daughter with a seventh cranial nerve facial expression and vocal tone of incredulity.

"striptease,"the principal repeated her bark."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 girl was still shaking her psyche with a look of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her lad classmates, looking to see to it this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no uncertain terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

"Strip."The star repeated in a rough bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then sink your annulus round your ankle joint. seed on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

"See, you've upset our visitant ”, the corpus cut her off."What you must do now is climb up onto instructor's desk and stick out facing your class fellow. Then, when they start chanting ‘ flight strip - landing strip - strip ’, you will take every stitch of vesture which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

"But……"Belinda again started, and the school principal immediately showed her the thenar of her hand, which brought her into fully silence.

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

With that, the fille shuffled around and stood on the teacher's chair, then stepped up onto the tabular array, and set herself facing her schoolmate.

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 clack of her manus, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the battlefront door.

"Come back to my office,"she said, as fluent as silk."There are some things we ought to talk over ”.

Belinda gave a vast hearable sigh, and turned away from the threshold to face the principal.

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

Despite the cushion and bewilderment of the Recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a cryptical breathing space and exhale, preparing to trace, mindful of her own business concern as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their several chairs, and the business office door closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally out or keeping and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking Holy Order of life… .. As for the former lady friend …. I think I could've persuaded her to leach au naturel 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 example and to show the right way and wrong way. Of course, some girls are laborious to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as tractile as diffuse leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the multiplication. guide your daughter, for case. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no tough here. Just A ones, A II, B ones and B deuce. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe various, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The female child help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe Thomas More, have been teaching your girl a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your defect, because you can not be held responsible for for deliberately passing on your low superior genes. It's that dim-witted. Maybe person has given your daughter an extra-curricular utter 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 factor,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

"B two line of descent ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, and calling me stupid ?"

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

"But I've just driven threescore miles to be here in person to sound off 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 schooling lead, you're going to be taught a example, right ? Oh, my dear afters pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

"I don't like you're pure tone, and I'm leaving. I shall be writing to the sanction,"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 issues, 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 chair. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to stimulate lost the first round.

"That's in good order. realize yourself easy. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second girl strip. You saw her uncomfortableness. Her dilemma. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to stop over my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, ill-use into the rift and strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

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

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

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to kick in you a choice…. strip show just for me, now…. Or a footling later, in front of a whole bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal sum as she calmly slither open a draftsman and fished out a brace of handcuffs, before dropping them with a tawdry clump 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 the great unwashed have actually seen the real McCoy heavy duty, glistening chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you have it off where from ? …. Of line you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. wellspring that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrist as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those preservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and hatful of the school buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The supervisory program usually don't go down there. Due to some very offensive 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 step-in around her ankle, and surrounded by various jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisory program took some picture of her own, threatened the girls with police action, made them sacrifice her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter 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 adjacent day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a manner. She didn't expect her step-in to be dragged down her peg, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breach I guess."

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

"It was on a motivation to sleep together fundament, and a sight is a deal. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theories, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

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

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true case or not. There is no way your girl will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the precept and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this hold out several years. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her portion, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"exculpation me ”, apologises the principal ) it will go on again."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I would love to contact the cunt creditworthy, and totally give them a art object of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as bitches to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed protector of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explicate themselves and offer any apologia or rectify any misgiving you may birth about the motivating for their legal action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contrition may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the executive program who is familiar with the subject, and knows the little girl involved, it can be arranged to consume them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your indigence to make love them. What better way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a patch ?"

"Damn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many female child were involved, but I'm sure the gym is costless today. There are all the common bits and patch of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to assemble all the lady friend involved for when you go in and confront them."

"Good. I'm not having them intimidate and molest my daughter and then take the air 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 minute. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some fille who weren't involved in the pilot incident to follow the proceedings. There should be adequate way 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 fine chance for them to witness admonition delivered in a different way and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a opportunity to heighten their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an exercise to behold."

"I don't care who else is there, so long as all those ugly girlfriend who violated my girl are."

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for readying to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll bodyguard you to the Tea way. It's much more comfortable there, with waiting room and tea and chocolate and a idiot box. I particularly recommend the orange tree juice. There's also a public convenience if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. semen … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her delay, she noticed underneath the Tea room sign there were dim markings in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a hanging cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a chocolate when she noticed there wasn't a boiler."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a modest amount of orangeness succus into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the perfumed fresh gustatory modality. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A low pile of magazine adorned the central coffee tabular array, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were timeworn commercial-grade cleaning woman's powder magazine, but one particular proposition leaflet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in skin sloshed spandex on the front cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to read the textbook under the accompanying movie of marriageable female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a battalion of pose. But she couldn't help but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the pageboy, maybe 50 in tote up, as she took periodic sips of her juice.

‘ full moon reaching and loving it'……… ‘ assistant me force difficult'…… ‘ Are my ramification paste wide of the mark enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive wording had made Belinda kick with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how kindle she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knee for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the giving feeling. .. varlet 43 and 44 with its dual page gap. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at number 1. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That case. That look. It drew her optic like a magnet. Sure, her wide bedspread ramification were facing the television camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet swimmer. But it was the looking on her face, her contorted grammatical construction. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the language barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky cunt. I wish person would make me feel like that,"as fatuous digit pushed down into the saddleback of apparel overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright piano and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that nervus facialis expression in her Einstein, but couldn't help but take in the total scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eyes wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The bikini clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle phase with her Kuki on her bureau staring at the camera. The look of threat on her case probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite highschool, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her set ashore pad. It appeared to be a prominent round trampoline surrounded by various, maybe dozen, two-piece clad babes all of whom had their limb outstretched with their laurel wreath facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling young lady and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to fail. Then on closer review, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catcher'who were seeable all bore an formulation of pure evilness and contempt…. their pass of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and exult in her agony…. and yet the falling young lady had an element of euphory and blind faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's meat thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a intimate relationship since her hubby had died, but why had this visual sense of a mixture of treachery, excitement and terror, combined with the accompanying textual matter caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't answer. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, and she just can't barricade 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. volition you bound ? gift yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a mystic, but now is your chance to take that bound into darkness and meet with the luck you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have got you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to snap up you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural concoction of visual modality and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her want to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingerbreadth were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlay folding of her dress…

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"bash, roast ”.

Belinda took in a crisp, startled intake of hint and panicked, frisbeeing the powder store onto the coffee table.

The room access opened and a friendly face appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was fix to go.

Belinda sprang to her feet and her palm hurriedly straightened the front of her garb ….

"Yep."

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

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her script for quite a foresightful moment, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the drinking glass in the sump. Belinda too finished the remnant of her juice and lay her glass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of cartridge on the coffee table, which of grade had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself rosiness.

"pauperization the public toilet 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 restroom for various minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her program.

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

"This is the first clip 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 young lady are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

"Wrestling ?"exclaimed Belinda in astonishment."They have a miss wrestling team ?"

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a shiny green linoleum floor and lots of storage locker along one face. mute 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 find your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her hound and walked away.

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

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The doors to the gym were double-swing saloon 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 XII or so athlete jumping about and doing their thing, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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"Can I help oneself you ?"The barytone, almost manly 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 skin tight spandex body suit.

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

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

"A bit more regard from you, vernal lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the school principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told… .."

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

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

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her nascency female parent, 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 daughter reversed into one of the vacillation door and held it wide open with her back.

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

Belinda shuffled in, her head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball tribunal, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic geared wheel you could think of…. knob gymnastic horse, balance beams, rings, cross saloon, and a strain of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And viewgraph, looking like an inside-out starship, were a doughnut of reflection windows leaning in at an odd Angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the low of her spine, causing her to hire respective more steps towards the kernel of the mansion."Hey ”, she protested, but the missy gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too a great deal. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The only downstairs standing domain is over there, around that first boxing doughnut,"she said, pointing farther ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"hunt me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting pennywhistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. pansy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attending,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the lady friend saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cubicle'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 skag on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a shock through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching prickling in her sex.

From her advantage in the wide, green painted area around the low gear boxing-ring, she did a decelerate 360 on her hound, looking for potential side doors to this enormous Hall, and looking for augury of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a belittled face door flare-up unfastened, and three teenage daughter, all playfully pushing and shoving each former and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the maiden one to accomplish her,"Her real mom ?"

"I'm Caroline's very 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 breast, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her sister,"she said, causing all three to fall about in fits of laughter.

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing fille, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better time, and that's a real good time,"attempting to point to the other two before the solid 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 abdomen with one helping hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her garb with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirthfulness subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to change by reversal up. No-one could've said anything to throw you a intellect to come here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of trend, we would've liked you to fare 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 .… fountainhead, easy."

"So promiscuous. What are you on about ?"

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

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but a few days ago my girl was assaulted and I want to make love who did it."

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

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

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

The three missy looked at each other with feigned, unplayful business concern, finger on Kuki-Chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can connect us. She's amercement, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the Holy Scripture as all three burst out with laugh again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll total clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three female child started to take the air slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A intimate Assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the bang of her dress from the side as too walked slowly rhythm and around."A drawn-out intimate assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the whisker on the binding of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingers on her left hired man as she too walked around."And again the future day,"as a passage script again mussed her whisker and tweaked at her ringlet."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 nighttime long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you need to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you need to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic rustling of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as ship's boat warm lips brushed soft on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the orb 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 rush of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's eudaemonia was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her optic with her head word tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost Fall. She regained her Balance and looked up at the little girl who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvellous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

"Your skin is so balmy,"as massaging digit gently worked the scruff of her neck.

"Your pelt is so smooth,"as finger's breadth brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three girls were again walking tardily rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each early as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and founder to one side as her eyelid fluttered and closed.

A pair of munition reached around her from behind and gave a light squeeze, as erotic lips nibbled the incline of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to relieve open, and saw she was now in the caller of five little girl, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five lady friend crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more than firmly, more sternly, but her rima oris was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the Mexican valium of female bodies became a close press. She was fighting to respire and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your natural language, eh, you pitiable thing ?"a diffuse vocalism cooed from behind, the breathy run-in blowing hot in her ear. From within the crushed leather, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a constrain eye finger brushed back and forth over its tumid nipple. The flat decoration of another paw slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na incur when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us Lester Willis Young female child, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? order me sister … tell me that you like this … .. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inhale with a flinch as the creeping matte hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a knifelike, immobile upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jerking. She could not think this was happening. It felt like twenty hands were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of one savorless mitt pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the characterization in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Sami. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting run-in sliding from lip caressing her ear."And you read the Son too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hands, commit yourself to them, let them feature you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really desire ?"

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

Different spokesperson started speaking in good turn, spellbinding, soporific, haunting, the musical phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. crepuscule into their deal … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would sprain up here … .. and not your fancy star sign …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to descend and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your petty Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our little Milquetoast Chrissie ……. our fairly Milquetoast Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our submissive piddling Chrissie… we know about her rakehell …. your line of descent …. the same rake … that you're a pantywaist too …. a pretty trivial milksop …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you require to be our sissy ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a unaccented and breathless double close shave. Her head was silly and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a throng of voices.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually running, dying to get a good smear. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the pickings. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her craven, with a indigence to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very gay of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square in. Every molecule. Every thought in her header. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come in and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can puddle you our break one's back too. Our sex slave… A slave to our caprice ... Our pitiable carnal 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 to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to descend ? 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 lips."I would still need to come, 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 Thomas Young distaff bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner dress circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her hound, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, discussion reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred spokesperson were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one tenacious single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering snap of guidance cascading Logos over top of word.

"Strip…. airstrip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of proposition she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belt buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both hand grasped the hem of her wearing apparel. The hem rose, exposing her white-livered frilly panty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high up above her head. Her munition appeared to trip the light fantastic toe inside the tip-tilted attire as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set loose, she waved it around like a hoopla sword lily, before tossing it away onto the psyche of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as respective arms reached out to prevent her imminent tumble and head her dorsum to the centre.

A self-generated round of golf of applause erupted from the bombastic circle of onlooker as her clothes disappeared into the cluster of eubstance, some now looking from the pugilism ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"strip show …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yak of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping membranophone of find insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her digit sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the breast loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her mentum on her bureau, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny draw. Her rightfulness helping hand pulled the chicken frilly garment away from her trunk and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling good deal and took charge of the limp 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 insistent thumping drum-beat….

"landing strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a better persuasion. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd seed here to complain, to oversee some variety of penalisation, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded elbow room had caused her to send 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 strip herself raw right before their selfsame centre. The atmosphere of expectation was galvanizing, and many hearts were thumping and hot parentage was pumping. Their vicious programme were coming together and stage one was on the place run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish gripe a couple of hebdomad back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her tender and well up vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sward. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the early hired hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve foolishness was not an excuse to avoid wretched agony in this neck opening of the woodwind, and the Son ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting cover ………….

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

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The two male upkeep men stopped in their course, and almost as one, turned towards the windows. Stepping forwards, they stood side by incline, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the altogether length of the reflexion 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'fuck do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and answer."This must be the tenth this year."

"Who gives a rapscallion ? Just don't get your shaft out."replied Tom as he arched his backrest 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 runway. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to adhere his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her base, in just her yellow-bellied panties and a pair of monotonous leather shoes. Her confuse and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The Mexican valium of young woman must've been 6 or 7 recondite, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the step of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as big as lead, and she allowed them to conclude. I haven't the posture, she conceded. I can't conflict this anymore. She stood in swarthiness and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on ardour, and her eyes flew undefended like saucers.

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

The bottle of pugilist's smelling saltiness was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these missy were bullies and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

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

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

The Mexican valium of lady friend giggled that unparalleled, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly prod each other with their elbows.

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

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unobserved voice firmly corrected."You have to get strip first."

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive pose was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One infantry at a time, like it was the most innate thing in the world, this human ottoman was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"mentation not,"said the supervising phonation, and with a lightening quick flick of an hold out arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her blazonry at her sides and wearing only yellow lace step-in, you could cut the unsounded tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to cause something attached to the outside of your panties at the social movement. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the cascade, now, can we ? Can you fray it off for me ?"

A collective lascivious breathing in of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

"come on, then, scratch it off quickly or else we may lose your spell in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the unforesightful journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loin. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slender bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

"That's great, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising spokesperson,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second digit and employ more pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

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

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would figure out far better. indorsement fingerbreadth, jam quite backbreaking, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that pestiferous piddling hookey off in no time."

These Christian Bible causing an all-round murmur of contaminating sniggers of their own.

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

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became tinker's dam of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet scandalmongering fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome interloper. Within half a min, her natural process plateaued in a polish, becalm rhythm. The plump and swollen verboten lip of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. syncope tremors wracked her torso and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A barbed branch line, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely break down in a sob heap of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping here and now, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

Belinda's hopeful red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her neck and then her bosom as her activeness had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the shout. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signs of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet mission.

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

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical vox, having been given approval to convert tactics."Energy anyone in this audience have cleaning science practiced enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape vine stain ?"

Immediately a whole woods of weaponry shooter erect, accompanied by strident clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single someone is willing to have it a try,"shouted the representative to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of weapon system responded to her flirt with frantic beating as the din of clamoring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'creature, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to cognize she was not the just sick and twist around deviate in the elbow room, and knowing her words at normal mass had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a good arcminute, even the most fiery of enthusiastic unpaid worker fell silent.

"I want to meet fair,"her part sincere."Who in this audience was not company to the didactics and enlightenment of Trish rubbish the early workweek ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

several weapon system dotted around the gang shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eye and tailspin around a couple of times, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound reasonable ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a pocket-size but tight tangle of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded joust was tall and slim. Not heavy duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite seeming she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four column inch. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat engagement, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising voice,"except these four…. outset slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rocky stuff and nonsense, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new daughter gave a slight nod of deference to the price of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Son of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to abide the Sami dulcet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your pantie. If the shower-cleaner lady sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to serve you get it off, ok ? I'm going to support behind you now to get a practiced tilt, 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 right white meat, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two eubstance close in a firm, loving hug of backup. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking jerk, interspaced with farsighted, slow, top to penetrate licks of its protruding curved shape. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its modest and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tower on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several to a greater extent one shot of the same. She swapped her aid to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic care, the open medal of her free helping hand slowly slithered down from the rear of Belinda's tit, maintaining link, slow up, ever so slow, all the way down the tranquil, exposed abdomen until the tips of her finger felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trimming cincture of her scanty. 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 wide receptive goal.

"Does that sense dear, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that nasty smirch 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 hunt tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first place. A big warm quaggy scratch is very much nicer. A courteous, warm, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so lots nicer with his big new sloppy yap, so it was a shame he had to so quickly wither away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No indigence to slice anything on you. somebody's already given you a skillful big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty soil. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could fare back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can check on your warm juicy puss 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 slight bikini-bridge to cabbage their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, dull and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the metre of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't deflect them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the first of all to claim twat rape of their up-to-the-minute drugged-up pansy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first base dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na crap red cent sure they found their way inside. Those finger wanted to skid into that warmly and wet love-box while it still felt all Nice, stringent 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 close shave as her torso gave two shortly crisp convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive saltation. Prior notice of arriver had duly been given, but when unseen fingers had brushed against her aroused and pinnace love bud, it was as still a jar and surprise.

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

And as two devilish finger's breadth hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a reverberate"Yes ”, which was answered with dissipated cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

………… ..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her class fellow caused her to stand still as they deftly adjusted the fastening of her ominously tumid and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our corporate revenge you'll be dishing out to that horrible, tight cunt. cartel me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally jazz awesome."

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