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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a smattering of player are referred to by name. Even fewer are physically described.

The maintenance men look like maintenance men.

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

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

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

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Belinda baulked and had to understand the mark twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

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

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

"ejaculate"called a female person representative from within, and Belinda entered, closing the doorway behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female voice, as the deal on an outstretched arm gestured towards the evacuate wooden arm-chair positioned in nominal head of the desk. The owner of the interpreter had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly great sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not make love who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of cumbersome secretiveness, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"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 potential, yet unsubstantiated conclusion ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid attentiveness to her salvia advice … no matter … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may get perceived anomalies in her mental attitude and speech convention which have brought you to the decision there could be a particular rationality for such change. However, if your phraseology is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said intellect may be. Your girl is on the leaflet of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone horizontal surface which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of like, are not of this campus…… We have no hooligan here."

Belinda rolled her center before oral presentation. This woman was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no bullies here. Part of our education missionary station is to work an agreement of the substantial world. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schooling is to strive to be your dependable, but also to accept your billet in the pecking order of living. Do you infer ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate 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 sentiment ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I need to pay our unexpected visitor a picayune manifestation. You'll have to pamper us for a myopic while."

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

"right,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a sharp gonorrhoea which echoed the way.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten weapon system shot up, and she motioned for one of them to arrive stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confused and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The head pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The lady friend hurriedly hoisted herself just with a scrapping of chair branch and scurried to the front of class.

"Now for your nirvana 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 expression and song tone of voice of incredulity.

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

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

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

The miss was still shaking her head teacher with a flavor of disbelieving mental rejection as she looked around her fellow classmates, looking to hold in this wasn't some form of set-up trick, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsealed terms"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 girlfriend 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 young lady, the chief 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 dealer repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a practice session sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid young woman. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your wench round your mortise joint. seed on, festinate up. All your classmates are waiting."

It was at this point that Belinda decided she must interpose."The little girl's not…… .."she started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless lady friend back to her desk, and with two precipitous eruption of her manus, told the class to restart as they were and get on with their sketch. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the vestibule before she walked out of the front door.

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

Belinda gave a huge audible suspiration, and turned away from the door to face the principal.

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

Despite the shock and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breath 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 bureau and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

Both back in their respective chairperson, and the role 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 resist the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the other girlfriend …. I think I could've persuaded her to pillage 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 demonstrate the properly way and wrong way. Of form, some girls are intemperately to instruct that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some multitude have a impregnable will and a nous of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the propagation. Take your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no hooligan here. Just A 1, A twos, B unity and B deuce. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girlfriend help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a object lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low grade factor. It's that elementary. Maybe mortal has given your daughter an extra-curricular stark 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 gene,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

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

"Ha, ha… no, no…… that not my point in time. 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 girl 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 raise it. You may accept come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school day principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my high-priced 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 schoolhouse in the county, and despite her recent issues, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with exemplary qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the honorable body of work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

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

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second girl striptease. You saw her discomfort. Her quandary. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to halt my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and strip instead ….take her property …. get her off the sweetener ?"

"I was thinking no such affair. The poor poor devil was about to take in a aflutter breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the unit 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 visitors come here intending to denude, but many end up doing exactly that… .. What if I told you that, in a poor while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck defenseless. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to give you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a whole cluster of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the lead as she calmly slid open a draftsman and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a loud 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 fundament. Few masses have actually seen the real McCoy heavy duty, glossy chrome, prison cuff 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 action you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. wellspring that's where they were. Around your girl's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and good deal of the shoal buildings. It was just by sheer hazard that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavory 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 panties around her mortise joint, and surrounded by several jeering class fellow taking delineation. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the female child with police action, made them give her the handcuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the executive program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a style. She didn't expect her pantie to be dragged down her stage, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the prison-breaking I guess."

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

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

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

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

"Never mind about my opportunity, 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 unfeigned casing or not. There is no way your girl will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this final several long time. It was one simple relapsing of judgement on her voice, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"apology me ”, apologises the star ) it will happen again."

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

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

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

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

"What ?"perked Belinda, her Bob Hope raised that person may be held accountable.

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

"I would lie with to cope with the kick responsible for, and totally dedicate them a art object of my mind."

"I doubt very a great deal they would treasure being referred to as bitches to their brass, 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 explain themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any qualm you may own about the motivations for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a grouping, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the supervisor who is comrade with the matter, and knows the miss involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one elbow room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm trusted they understand your motivation to know them. What best way than if you were all in the same way together ? I believe it can be arranged within the 60 minutes. Can you flow around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many lady friend were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the usual bite and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to assemble all the young lady involved for when you go in and confront them."

"Good. I'm not having them restrain and molest my girl and then walk away and conceive it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the strait of thing, this is certainly not the end of the subject. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't creative thinker …. I'll arrange for some missy who weren't involved in the pilot incident to watch over the proceedings. There should be enough elbow room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and conquer penalization, and this would be a okay opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a chance to heighten their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for readying to be made in the gym and assemble all the lady friend, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more easy there, with waiting area and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a duad of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brownish wooden door….

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull scoring 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 dangle cup from a claw, and was about to prepare herself a coffee bean when she noticed there wasn't a kettle hole."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in discernment of the odoriferous refreshing taste. She filled up the trash and looked around. Her gaze located the television receiver remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A small pile of magazines adorned the telephone exchange coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were banal commercial-grade cleaning woman's magazines, but one especial pamphlet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photo of a buxom female athlete in sputter tight spandex on the front blanket, and entitled,"Henry Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to translate the text under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female athlete, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of affectedness. But she couldn't help but bill they became more risqué with each spell of the Sir Frederick Handley Page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her succus.

‘ full phase of the moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ assist me crowd harder'…… ‘ Are my peg scatter panoptic enough ?'

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

‘ My coach wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to come 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 affectedness and the significative diction had made Belinda flush with an out or keeping glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how worked up she'd become. She rested the folder down on her human knee for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the grown stamp. .. varlet 43 and 44 with its dual Sir Frederick Handley Page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolisation at first. She had been focusing on the aspect on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That look. That look. It drew her eyes like a attractive feature. certainly, her wide of the mark spread legs were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet natator. But it was the flavour on her face, her contorted construction. It was a immingle mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, gratification and unmitigated scourge. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky bitch. I wish someone would make me find like that,"as mindless finger pushed down into the bicycle seat of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't helper but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eyes wandered over the wholly 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 form with her chin on her chest staring at the camera. The look of terror on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round of golf trampoline surrounded by respective, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their munition outstretched with their ribbon facing upwards as if that would be sufficient natural process to beguile the falling girl and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have got been doomed to go. Then on unaired review, the faces of the lonesome 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to break and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and blind faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's centre 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 sexual relationship since her husband had died, but why had this imagination of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her experimental condition ? It was a doubtfulness she couldn't result. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into malign, twisted hand, and she just can't stop herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't fall. She jumped. will you jump off ? throw yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your opportunity to take that leap into shadow and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to consume you, so be plainly on pass and they will eagerly to catch 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 sense and watchword stirred up tactual sensation so unfitting, yet so intense they had made her lack to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her crotch through the malformed overlay fold of her dress…

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"belt, knock ”.

Belinda took in a keen, startled intake of hint and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge clip onto the coffee berry table.

The door opened and a friendly face appeared, and a cheery vox asked if she was set to go.

Belinda sprang to her animal foot and her ribbon hurriedly straightened the front of her dress ….

"Yep."

The tardy 20's slim untried girlfriend said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a deglutition before we leave. This is the get-go metre I've bring forth away from my desk this cobbler's last couple of 60 minutes. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

"Yes, thanks. I've been sipping on orange tree 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 nursing bottle of Orange River succus out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a farseeing 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 trash and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the ice in the cesspit. Belinda too finished the leftover of her juice and lay her Methedrine in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the mess of mag on the coffee mesa, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself rosiness.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not alright. 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 plans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a shiny green linoleum floor and scores of cabinet along one English. strangle sounds of oink and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

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The doors to the gym were double-swing public house style, magnanimous and all-encompassing, with a foursquare deoxyephedrine control panel in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I help you ?"The baritone, 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 eubstance suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs Felmer-Bri…… .."

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

"A bit more respect from you, Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady, if you don't judgement. I'm here to meet the principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told… .."

"tone, I know you been to the old flying lizard to plain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The fanfare of enlightenment causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's defender. You're her rattling mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's female parent. Why did you forebode her Chrissy, and what do you intend, ‘ real'mom ?"

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

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

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

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the lilt doors and held it wide give 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 straits swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the huge foyer. There were two boxing rings, a basketball game motor inn, a trampoline bed, and all the acrobatic gear you could imagine of…. pommel cavalry, remainder beams, closed chain, crossbreeding bars, and a dividing line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And smash, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a annulus of reflexion Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a handwriting push firmly against the small of her backbone, causing her to necessitate several More steps towards the pith of the Radclyffe Hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girlfriend gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

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

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

"lookup me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her oral cavity and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. pansy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the caper. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't judgment meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to touch 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 acuate smack on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jolt through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the all-embracing, green painted domain around the first boxing-ring, she did a slacken 360 on her bounder, looking for potential drop slope room access to this tremendous dormitory, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small-scale face room access burst open, and three teenage girlfriend, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting grade, rumbustious laugh came walking towards her.

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

"I'm Caroline's really 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 settle about in scene of laughter.

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing missy, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better prison term, and that's a really goodness time,"attempting to betoken to the other two before the unharmed three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her belly with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her wearing apparel with the other, almost for support.

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

"So soft. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and double welcome. We said it would be decent to have you, and beano .. here you are,"causing sniggers 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 know who did it."

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

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

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

The three young lady looked at each other with dissemble, serious concern, finger's breadth on Chin, 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 terminate the word as all three burst out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll occur clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the wearing apparel on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the whack of her attire from the side as too walked slowly bout and around."A protracted intimate assault,"said another from seat, casually brushing her digit through the hair on the back of Belinda's cervix as she walked by."Which means it went on for minute,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingerbreadth on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her lock."And well into the dark,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to drop the night ?"“ Do you require to come down asleep with us ?"“ Do you require to fall asleep ?"…."Do you require to devolve asleep ?"…. asked the soporific 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 attender warm lips brushed soft on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The lady friend had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her promontory sloshing back and forth.

The rushing of Adrenalin from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicant, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministration, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eye with her mind tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of grasp. She snapped out of the import 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 distribute and almost autumn. She regained her balance and looked up at the young lady who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much tall than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three girls were again walking sluggish revolution, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing run-in, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and fall flat to one side as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of sleeve reached around her from backside and gave a light-colored credit crunch, as titillating rim nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sense experience caused Belinda to deform her promontory and her eyes to facilitate out-of-doors, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with several helping hand 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 dead body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalize to a greater extent firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her external respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female physical structure became a tight crush. She was fighting to breathe and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor thing ?"a sonant voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the infatuation, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten up heart finger brushed back and Forth River over its rear nipple. The categorical palm of another mitt slowly slithered up the inside of her decently leg."What's it gon na find oneself 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 immature miss, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … assure me that you like this … .. state me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her eyelid, blindsided by the unexpected jerk. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty workforce were touching and caressing her organic structure all at once, and the side of one prostrate hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the mental picture in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapp. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ twilight into their script, open yourself to them, let them let you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, weak and faint. She felt decidedly vertiginous. She was floating in a sea of female consistency pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't relocation ..

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

"Let yourself shine ……. spill into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their hands … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your fantasy sign of the zodiac …you've made it so slow … .. we know you live alone … we were going to fall and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so well-off …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our petty Chrissie … .. our little effeminate Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our subservient minuscule Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your stemma …. the like blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty piddling effeminate …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you require to be our pantywaist ? …. do you want to be our Milquetoast ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a imperfect and dyspnoeal double up narrow escape. Her caput was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of voices.

The circle of young woman around her now numbered over a XII, and growing declamatory by the hour as Sir Thomas More filed in, some walking, some virtually functional, anxious to get a dependable stain. 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 penury to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone voice, advancing her declivity into bondage.

"It was very endure of you to record our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no yearner yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every molecule. 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 occur and satisfy with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can hold you our knuckle down too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whimsey ... Our hapless carnal fun. We could own you and attaint 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 total to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to get ? Would you still want to occur ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry lip and back talk."I would still want to fall, and here I am."

It was as if her password of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of young female dead body seemed to cast away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the small-scale internal lot had removed their supporting. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, words reached her pinna. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wafture of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed yakety-yak effecting one long I strait. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering duck soup of guidance cascading intelligence over top of word.

"Strip…. strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing flow of hypnotism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingerbreadth fiddled with her belt buckle until the death fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance wheel, as both helping hand grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her principal. Her munition appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flagstone, before tossing it away onto the read/write head of the encircling throng. The action caused her to lurch backwards, as several arms reached out to prevent her imminent declination and maneuver her back to the centre.

A spontaneous round of golf of applause erupted from the gravid circle of onlookers as her frock disappeared into the cluster of soundbox, some now looking from the pugilism ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insisting. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled State, the resolute drum-beat of appeal was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a prison term and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the chest cupful fell away, and she swivelled the clutches to the presence. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny meat hooks. Her right hand pulled the yellow-bellied frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling bulk and took charge of the hitch yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of nous, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"striptease … strip … strip …."

Some of the young lady in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a wagerer view. They all knew this was Milquetoast Chrissy's mom. She'd semen here to complain, to superintend some kind of punishment, to search some retribution. But their sneaky ways had caused her to place her own shoe on the other fundament, and now here she was, standing in only a distich of shoes and scanty, and about to strip herself naked right before their real eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the dwelling house run. This was the first exciting field since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a distich of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective days her and her tender and well vagina and lash-streaked white meat and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was dubitable she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other handwriting, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to obviate despicable torment in this cervix of the woods, and the Good Book ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting extend ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two virile sustainment men stopped in their cart track, and almost as one, turned towards the windowpane. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the unharmed distance of the observation windows.

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

"Where the nether region 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 ten percent this year."

"Who gives a scalawag ? Just don't get your dick out."replied Tom as he arched his book binding and leant his cross fore-arms on the cross-rail to take some system of weights. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood erect still holding the railing. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to stick by his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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

Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, 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 shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't care anymore.

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on fervour, and her oculus flew open like saucers.

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

The nursing bottle of boxer's smelling table salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these girls were yobbo 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 miss.

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

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

"Come on, sweetie, metre for your shower,"a vocalisation behind her decreed.

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

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

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

"Here will do. come in 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 dive mannerism was a female child kneeling prone on the floor. One metrical unit at a time, like it was the most natural thing in the reality, this human tuffet was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"opinion not,"said the superintend representative, and with a lightening prompt pic of an put out arm, both brake shoe flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her slope and wearing only yellow lace panties, you could cut the understood tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

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

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

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this laughable and highly tall billet was indeed worthy of urgent and appropriate correction.

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to assert her Libra the Balance, Belinda's right handwriting moved the short journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the strawman of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the tenuous bulge of her pubis.

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

Belinda ‘ Mmm'ed'acknowledgment she was slightly off fair game and dropped her Labour Party roughly one inch.

"That's about the rightfield spot, but with four finger, 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 button would be, but too softly for the desired effect.

"That's great, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger's breadth and utilise more pressure, and you'll be scratching that fall guy clean and jerk off."

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

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

These words causing an all-around murmur of grime snort of their own.

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's second base finger nestled into the soft crease of her wake up sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the fabrication became raspberry of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her labor. Her slowly see-sawing digit was working the fragile wet yellow framework deeper into her sex with every solidus. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a min, her actions plateaued in a smoothen, unshakable rhythm method. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her anterior naris flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. Faint earth tremor wracked her trunk and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vengeful. A barbed spurring, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sob flock of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar carrying out to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceeding to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing earth tremor patently showing house of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed cherubic delegation.

The disappointed crowd vented a cover of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one angry ‘ boo ’.

"What the Hades do guess you're doing ? You're making it defective,"admonished the vox."That damn grape stain is smeared all over the home now. Maybe we should get a professional cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive representative, having been given approval to change maneuver."DOE anyone in this audience have cleaning skills good enough to essay the task of removing this stubborn grape vine stigma ?"

Immediately a whole wood of arms shot vertical, accompanied by rowdy clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a single somebody is willing to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruction as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her tease with frantic licking as the cacophony of clamouring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the phonation with a blanket smiling, amused to know she was not the just sick and squirm pervert in the room, and knowing her Holy Writ at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and spin around a duet of clip, and then charge straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound middling ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but sloshed maze of slightly resentful and very envious buddy 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 responsibility muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat battle, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising vocalism,"except these four…. scratch slow …. Don't finish her off …. no raspy poppycock, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well block off when I tell you."

The new girl gave a slender nod of deference to the footing of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new daughter stooped to whisper soothing password of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the Lapplander dulcet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that atrocious blight on your panties. If the shower-cleaner lady sees it, we'll all get in big problem, so I'm here to avail you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand 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 breast pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hired hand cupping Belinda's naked right white meat, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a firm, loving hug of reinforcement. This was going to be a sleazy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in licking.

placement herself so her sassing 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 lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking tug, interspaced with foresighted, slow, top to penetrate lap of its protruding curve. Her clapper stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before Thomas More caresses and nibble, then several more stave of the Saame. She swapped her care to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the heart-to-heart decoration of her absolve hand slowly slithered down from the tail end of Belinda's white meat, maintaining contact, retard, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed abdomen until the tips of her digit felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the border, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a wide of the mark open goal.

"doe that find beneficial, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that nasty stain on your nominal head. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunt knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the showtime place. A big warm sloppy incision is much nicer. A nice, affectionate, quaggy yap to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a disgrace he had to so quickly pass off away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. someone's already given you a nice big juicy puss. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty smirch. Sometimes those spot go away by themselves, so we could come back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a spell longer to see if it has. We can check on your warm juicy puss while we're waiting."

All the spell she had been talking, her digit had pressed into Belinda's subdued abdomen at the step-in waistband creating their own niggling bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lacing waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, retard and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant divine revelation didn't cark them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the 1st to take cunt rape of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their loot. They've been given first dibs at an turned on, wet puss, and were gon na make tinker's dam certainly they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slew into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all squeamish, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, pie-eyed and tea cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a doubly squeak as her torso gave two short shrill convulsions and her human knee commenced a jigging jive dancing. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when unobserved fingers had brushed against her aroused and bid lovemaking bud, it was as still a electric shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingers hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet loot, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the bird of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with debauched sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the first of many humiliating misdemeanor to come.

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

………… ..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her classmates caused her to remain firm still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously magnanimous and ribbed, bulbous 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, lubed 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 manoeuver you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your side,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in berth.

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

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