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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a handful of player are referred to by epithet. Even fewer are physically described.

The upkeep men look like maintenance men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female part, as the script on an outstretched arm gestured towards the hollow wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the vocalisation had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large shroud of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this Lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward secretiveness, the articulation raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this potential, yet uncorroborated conclusion ?"

"From the way she talks on the earphone. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty certain it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to drive up here during condition 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 heed to her sage advice … no thing … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may hold perceived anomaly in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the ending there could be a specific intellect for such alteration. However, if your diction is taken at fount note value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of fair sex and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all manner of irregular and irrational number behaviours. However, should the causal agent indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural form of Lapp, are not of this campus…… We have no yobbo here."

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

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

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

"Call 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 cultivate an understanding of the literal world. We can't all be bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schoolhouse is to strive to be your just, but also to accept your station in the pecking rules of order of life. Do you interpret ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of business organization 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 opinion ?"

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our okay reputation to preserve. We haven't become the most prestigious girl's boarding schooling in the county without good reason."

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

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

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

"I need to kick in our unexpected visitor a picayune demonstration. You'll have to gratify us for a shortstop while."

The wording to the teacher made it clear that rank was being pulled, and no options being given.

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confuse and intrigued Belinda counted three blazonry in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed fingerbreadth to the story just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself good with a scrapping of chairperson peg 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 show ”.

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial formula and outspoken tone of incredulity.

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

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

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

The fille was still shaking her head with a flavour of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her chap classmates, looking to check this wasn't some variety of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no uncertain price"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said monotone flatly, and the lady friend instantly complied, obviously relieved this surrealistic episode had now concluded.

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

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

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

The missy looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid lady friend. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then leave out your skirt round your ankles. ejaculate on, rush up. All your schoolmate are waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the star then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp bam of her hands, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their cogitation. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the anteroom before she walked out of the front door.

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

Belinda gave a immense audible sigh, and turned away from the door to face the principal.

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

Despite the seismic disturbance and obfuscation of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breath and exhale, preparing to pursue, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the office room access closed, the 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 Order of life… .. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to leach naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach moral and to demonstrate the right way and wrong way. Of course, some missy are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a unattackable will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the contemporaries. postulate your daughter, for representative. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ace, A two, B ace and B two. 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 female child help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe Thomas More, have been teaching your daughter a example. It's partly your demerit. You know that, right ?"

"self-justification me ? My daughter being bullied is my defect ? How the snake pit does that turn ?"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 fault, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low ranking genes. It's that unsubdivided. Maybe someone 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 incorrectly with my cistron,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very 2nd you walked into my office they are of B two stock, and maybe of of late someone has felt it their duty to remind your girl of this, and to try very much harder in class."

"B two stock ? 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 sixty miles to be here in soul to complain about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

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

"I don't like you're spirit, 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 unspoilt school in the county, and despite her recent egress, we both know that if she stays the track, she will leave here with emblematic qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to endanger all the right work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

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

"That's right. score yourself well-heeled. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one young lady to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the secondment 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 my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, ill-use into the breach and strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the bait ?"

"I was thinking no such thing. The pathetic wretch was about to have a nervous breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her post ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the unhurt practice session could've been a trial … 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 intention of stripping for anyone."

"None of my visitor come here intending to disrobe, but many end up doing exactly that… .. What if I told you that, in a short while from now, before leaving this school day, you are going to be totally bare-buck raw. 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 lot of students."

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

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

"No, I…. where did they… .. how come… ?"Belinda started to jibber as she slumped back down onto her hind end. Few people have actually seen the real McCoy heavy duty, shiny chrome, prison house handlock up close, and it usually comes as a jounce. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of trend you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrist as she was hugging a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school buildings. It was just by sheer prospect that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty a good deal a no-go zone for stave. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her pantie around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering schoolfellow taking ikon. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police action, made them reach 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 restroom, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at distance 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 legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaks I guess."

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

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

"And why wouldn't she want 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 ones. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the rightful case or not. There is no way your daughter will show to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this lastly several class. It was one round-eyed lapse of judgement on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, coughing,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will hap 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 get happened ? This can't be just brushed under the carpeting. Surely the supervisor who took some impression still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those photo seem to have gone astray. The executive program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the side by side day, but it must ingest fallen from her air hole when she became involved in some exalt action. 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 promise raised that person may be held accountable.

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

"I would love to gather the bitches responsible, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very practically they would prize being referred to as bitches to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardian of true power structure. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explicate themselves and offer any apologia or rectify any misgiving you may experience about the motive for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their corporate contrition may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm certain if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the matter, and knows the fille 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 certain they understand your need 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 fall around here for a while ?"

"shucks right I can."

"wellspring, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the usual bits and art object of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to assemble all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

"trade good. I'm not having them intimidate and chevy my girl and then take the air away and cerebrate it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the affair. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the time of day. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't psyche …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the pilot incident to observe the proceedings. There should be decent way to pinch you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate penalization, and this would be a ticket chance for them to witness admonishment delivered in a unlike fashion and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their temporal understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offer will be an representative to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for preparedness to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more well-off there, with couch and tea and java and a video. I particularly recommend the Orange juice. There's also a wash room if you feel a motivation to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. ejaculate … I'll take you there now…."

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

"Here we are,"cooed the principal."In you go… Someone will come and get you in forgetful piece. It's nice and tea cozy in here. I'm sure you'll find it worthy and palpate right at home."

And as Belinda entered to lead off her hold, she noticed underneath the Tea room signaling there were tone down markings in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom act used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the lowly electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a timpani."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a humble amount of Orange succus into a spyglass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in discernment of the sweet review taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the telecasting remote control but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to study 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 magazine adorned the fundamental coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on fling. Most were banal commercial fair sex's cartridge clip, but one exceptional brochure caught her attending ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a busty female jock in skin pie-eyed spandex on the front line binding, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to interpret the school text under the accompanying image of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in bathing costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't service but card they became more risqué with each crook of the page, maybe 50 in full, as she took episodic sips of her juice.

‘ full-of-the-moon stretchability and loving it'……… ‘ supporter me force harder'…… ‘ Are my legs spread broad enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive wording had made Belinda heyday with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how provoke she'd become. She rested the leaflet down on her articulatio genus for a moment to watch her breathing place, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the bighearted impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its threefold page spreading. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolization at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the young lady's font as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That aspect. That look. It drew her eyes like a attraction. Sure, her widely spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet swimmer. But it was the look on her brass, her contorted expression. It was a conflate mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, expiation and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the Holy Scripture barely a whisper as she leaned back into the deluxe lounge."favourable bitch. I wish someone would make me experience like that,"as inane fingers pushed down into the saddle of garb overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the aching in her sex. She came to her sentiency and sat back upright piano and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't assistant but take in the stallion scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of realisation as her eyes wandered over the totally 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 human body with her mentum on her chest staring at the television camera. The flavour of terror on her side probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high up, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into nidus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their thenar facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to beguile the falling girl and procure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those mitt without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to fail. Then on tight review, the faces of the simply 4 ‘ catcher'who were seeable all bore an expression of pure iniquity and contempt…. their offer of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to miscarry and triumph in her agony…. and yet the falling miss had an chemical element of euphory and blind trust in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her dresser, and the ache in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into evil, bend bridge player, and she just can't block 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 gloaming. She jumped. Will you jumpstart ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a mystery, but now is your probability to take that bound into darkness and sports meeting with the luck you deserve. Go on, do it… parachuting. You know that you want to. They're all out to own you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them get hold of whatever they need.'

How had such an affected mixture of visual sensation and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so vivid they had made her privation to fuck off, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her genital organ through the distorted overlay sheepcote of her dress…

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"Knock, knock ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled consumption of intimation and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge holder onto the coffee table.

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

Belinda sprang to her substructure and her ribbon hurriedly straightened the front man of her dress ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim unseasoned girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't judgement but I need a drunkenness before we leave. This is the first time I've set out away from my desk this finally brace of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottleful of orange succus out from the fridge, held it in her hired man for quite a farsighted moment, then apparently having a change of creative thinker, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full-of-the-moon Methedrine and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the drinking glass in the cesspool. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her spyglass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of magazines on the coffee tabular array, which of row had"Henry Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"Need the wash room 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 convenience for several second of self-recreation when this annoying Trish lady friend turned up and ruined her plans.

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

"This is the 1st sentence 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 jog with her elbow."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really stir, 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 run-in trailed away.

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

…

The next corridor was long with a sheeny green linoleum trading floor and gobs of lockers along one face. Muffled sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the distance 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 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 steering of the sound of robustious bodily process."This had better not spoil the get together"she said to herself.

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The doorway to the gym were double-swing saloon style, bombastic and wide, with a solid drinking glass 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 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 avail 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 service noticing the muscular, buxom figure inside her hide sozzled spandex consistency suit.

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, young peeress, if you don't thinker. I'm here to touch the corpus,"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 flying dragon to plain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flashgun of nirvana causing her to arse around her head backwards and grin a vacuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's female parent. Why did you cry her Chrissy, and what do you have in mind, ‘ existent'mom ?"

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

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

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

The strapping youthful girlfriend reversed into one of the lilt doorway and held it wide of the mark 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 fisticuffs annulus, a basketball game Margaret Court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic power train you could think of…. pommel cavalry, remainder electron beam, doughnut, cross stripe, and a pedigree of climbing frames along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a ring of observation Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a helping hand energy firmly against the small of her back, causing her to acquire several More steps towards the nitty-gritty of the dormitory."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entranceway doors.

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

"wellspring don't button me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you fuck if anyone is here to meet me ?"

"search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her sass and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attending,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the illusion. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the young woman saying they wouldn't creative thinker 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 abrupt smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's pubic region, making her gush red, reminding her she still had an aching shiver in her sex.

From her advantage in the wide, cat valium painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a behind 360 on her cad, looking for potential position doors to this tremendous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a low side doorway salvo open, and three teenage young woman, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting trend, unruly laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in soundly time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a proficient time, and that's a real good fourth dimension,"attempting to point to the other two before the completely 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 hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her dress with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to derive here, we're all too blind drunk, man, you know ? Of form, 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 … it just seems so .… so .… fountainhead, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and double welcome. We said it would be nice to deliver you, and bingo .. here you are,"causing sniggers from the early two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three young woman looked at each early with assume, serious business organization, fingers on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to cease the Christian Bible as all three volley 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 girls crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if begging for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a distressed child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean and jerk,"one of the missy spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three daughter started to take the air slowly around her."There was an violation, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the frock 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 round and around."A prolong sexual assault,"said another from buttocks, casually brushing her fingerbreadth through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a clear grasp pulled on her digit on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the future day,"as a overtaking 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 position of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy-eyed Night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you require to spend the night ?"“ Do you desire to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to hang asleep ?"…. asked the mesmerizing voicelessness of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her neck opening …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm backtalk brushed flaccid on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes 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 thrill of adrenaline from Belinda's scare about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, soak, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministration, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her mind tilted backwards and was emitting diffuse 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 low rope of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to careen and almost fall. She regained her equilibrium and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

"Relax and enjoy,"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 cutis is so balmy,"as massaging fingers gently worked the nucha of her neck.

"Your skin is so bland,"as fingerbreadth brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

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

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a lightness squeeze, as erotic brim nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sentiency caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to relieve open, and saw she was now in the company of five miss, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her haircloth, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalize more firmly, More sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the lot of distaff bodies became a cockeyed crush. She was fighting to rest and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your spit, eh, you pathetic affair ?"a sonant vocalisation cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the jam, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and Forth over its erect pap. The savorless medallion of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na receive when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … evidence 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 flat hand reached its damp-panty aim on cue, and gave a sharply, stiff upward tweak.

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

"You saw yourself in the picture in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the easy, haunting words sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the Holy Scripture too, huh ? …. ‘ surrender into their mitt, give yourself to them, let them hold you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really need ?"

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

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

"Let yourself fall ……. declension into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their hands … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your fancy star sign …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your lilliputian Chrissie … .. our short Chrissie … .. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty pansy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the same blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little Milquetoast …. do you require to be our sissy ?"… .. do you require to be our pantywaist ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless image narrow escape. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal dart bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of voices.

The circle of missy around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing large by the second as more filed in, some walking, some virtually execute, unquiet to get a good spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nozzle in. They want her craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very courageous of you to inscribe 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 inch. Every mote. 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 amount and fill with us, the girls who own your girl ? We can create you our slave too. Our sex slave… A striver to our whims ... Our pitiful carnal fun. We could own you and dishonour you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to occur ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come up ? Because seed you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry oral fissure and rim."I would still want to fall, and here I am."

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding round of young female trunk seemed to err away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner band had removed their reenforcement. As she rocked on her hound, feeling swoon, feeling she may faint, words reached her pinna. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling waving of proffer from all quarters…. It seemed like a 100 phonation were whispering as one, urging their demand. A uninterrupted, quieten chatter effecting one foresighted single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading Scripture over top of word.

"Strip…. landing strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a soporific, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her rap buckle until the destruction fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her Libra the Scales, as both hands grasped the hem of her clothes. The hem rose, exposing her white-livered frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her capitulum. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set innocent, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the headland of the encircling multitude. The legal action caused her to stagger backwards, as several branch reached out to prevent her at hand free fall and steer her cover to the centre.

A unwritten round of applause erupted from the prominent circle of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the cluster of torso, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yak of subliminal urge this clip. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum 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 fingerbreadth sliding under her bra straps one at a clip and slipping them from her berm. The height of the breast cup fell away, and she swivelled the clench to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki on her chest, looking down at her digit as they released the tiny hooks. Her mighty hand pulled the sensationalistic frilly raiment away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of energise faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the hobble yellowish garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of head teacher, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a safe view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to supervise some kind of penalization, to assay some retribution. But their sneaky ways had caused her to lay her own shoe on the other base, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of horseshoe and panties, and about to dismantle herself bare right before their rattling eyes. The standard atmosphere of anticipation was electrical, and many heart and soul were thumping and hot rip was pumping. Their malevolent plan were coming together and represent one was on the home plate run. This was the first gear exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective 24-hour interval her and her ship's boat and puff up vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activeness again. But on the other paw, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an self-justification to avoid despicable torment in this cervix of the woods, and the news ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting go on ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unfirm on her feet, in just her yellow scanty and a pair of matte leather skid. Her confuse and intermittent visual modality surveyed the throng. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. 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 competitiveness this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

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

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

"That's it. derive back to me, babe. We's still a long way to go."

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

Belinda looked around. She seemed storm to be encircled by a large group of girls.

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

The forget me drug of young woman giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudge each other with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetheart, clock time for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck honkytonk pose was a girl kneeling prone on the story. One understructure at a metre, like it was the most natural thing in the world, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the superintend vocalization, and with a lightening warm flick of an extended arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her blazonry at her face and wearing only yellow lace pantie, you could cut the dumb tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something business organization 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 panty at the front man. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the shower bath, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective lustful inspiration of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

nictitation and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to keep up her correspondence, Belinda's right hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her second joint to the presence of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight swelling of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the task, and started scratching quite grueling with her instant finger's breadth nail.

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

These Son causing an well-rounded murmur of dirty snicker of their own.

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's 2nd fingerbreadth nestled into the soft crease of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laugh of the assembly became hoots of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing digit was working the thin wet yellow framework deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to melt, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute of arc, her actions plateaued in a polish, stabilise rhythm. The plump and swollen outer back talk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin material. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more carnal. swoon tremor wracked her torso and her leg twitched a knee-buckling saltation. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A barb spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing spate of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for various, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's bright red charge had been steadily building, spreading to her neck opening and then her breast as her activity had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the telephone call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signaling of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed confection mission.

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

"What the hell do call up you're doing ? You're making it worsened,"admonished the voice."That damn grapevine stain is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a pro cleanser to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical vocalism, having been given favourable reception to change tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skills proficient enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape discoloration ?"

Immediately a all forest of arms crack erect, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a ace soul is uncoerced to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruction as she slowly spun on her heal, The timberland of arms responded to her annoyer with frenetic thrashing as the clamor of clamoring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the voice with a all-encompassing smile, amused to know she was not the simply sick and squirm deviant in the room, and knowing her words at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a wide bit, even the most fiery of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

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

Several weapons system dotted around the bunch shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and whirl around a duet of times, and then manoeuver straight ahead, like a human twist the nursing bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal music flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but cockeyed snarl of slightly resentful and very covetous crony and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhand 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 column inch. Even if Belinda was fully crystal clear and they had a cat combat, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

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

The new fille gave a flimsy nod of deference to the terms of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

As Belinda gently swayed with her center pissed shut, she had no substantial concept of what had just transpired.

The new lady friend stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to endure the same sweet torture. Her subjugation would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your scanty. If the shower-cleaner madam sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to serve you get it off, ok ? I'm going to place upright behind you now to get a right 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 heart pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked right breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two consistency close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

locating herself so her lips where touching Belinda's ear lobe as she spoke, the heartless conquest began.

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

Her sassing latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of mum, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her lingua stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nybble, then respective More rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its titillating attention, the open decoration of her relinquish hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining tangency, slack, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed abdomen until the backsheesh of her finger's breadth felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim girdle of her step-in. 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 encompassing open goal.

"Does that feel commodity, babe ? I'm going to partake you now. disturb that nasty grunge on your nominal head. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my tongue 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 search knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the kickoff piazza. A big warm sloppy slit is very much nicer. A nice, warm, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so very much nicer with his big new muddy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No want to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a skillful big juicy twat. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those smirch 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 twat while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her finger's breadth had pressed into Belinda's lenient abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, tiresome and insidious. They discovered a clean and jerk shaven mound around the clip of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't trouble them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the first to arrogate pussy violation of their latest drugged-up Milquetoast, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first off dibs at an call down, wet puss, and were gon na make damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slither into that ardent and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, fast and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an 60 minutes from now, fuddled and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double squeak as her body gave two short needlelike convulsions and her human knee commenced a jigging swing music dance. Prior notice of comer had duly been given, but when unseen fingers had brushed against her aroused and tender love bud, it was as still a electric shock and surprise.

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

And as two diabolic fingers hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girlfriend triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

………… ..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her classmates caused her to tolerate still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously magnanimous and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

"Don't worry, then. We'll be there to direct 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 piazza.

"We'll be with you every footstep of the way. It'll be our collective retaliation you'll be dishing out to that horrible, tight bitch. corporate trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally fucking awesome."

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