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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like sustainment men.

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

Belinda is a 43 years old widow. Her strong-arm feature are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ girls'are rumbustious young char straight out of an American ( Pie ) laugher. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS prentice WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. school PRINCIPLAL AND educatee VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapp female representative, as the handwriting on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing Book of Numbers on an overtly large sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this Lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of sticky silence, the vocalism raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this potential, yet unsubstantiated close ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid regard to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech figure which have brought you to the decision there could be a specific ground for such modification. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no grounds of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the leaflet of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone level which lead to all way of irregular and irrational doings. However, should the suit indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Saame, are not of this campus…… We have no bully here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speaking. This adult female was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no bullies here. Part of our education mission is to cultivate an discernment of the tangible world. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your honorable, but also to accept your spot in the pecking order of spirit. Do you sympathize ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of business organisation to the status of complaint ?"

"I just want to hump 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 pair of long time ago in a direful helicopter accident. Him and his tinker's dam toys. I told him not to … .. …… Anyway, that's beside the power point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my merely kid, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our fine reputation to uphold. We haven't become the most honored missy's boarding schooltime in the county without good reason."

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this schooltime and how we prepare our students for the very existence. I feel a piffling presentment is in order…. Come with me… .."

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

"I need to make our unexpected visitor a little manifestation. You'll have to pander us for a short while."

The choice of words to the instructor made it clear that social status was being pulled, and no pick being given.

"Right,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a sharp-worded gonorrhea which echoed the room.

"Who in this room is 18 years old ?"she asked, and a timberland of arms 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 amount stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten blazonry momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"comic strip,"the principal sum repeated her bark."Blouse and sidestep off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The girl was still shaking her head with a look of disbelieving mental rejection as she looked around her fellow classmate, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the rationale and stating in no uncertain terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the lead said droning flatly, and the female child instantly complied, obviously relieved this dreamlike instalment had now concluded.

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

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

"Strip."The dealer repeated in a abrasive barque worthy of a drill sergeant.

The daughter looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then swing your skirt round your ankles. Come on, hasten up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

"See, you've upset our visitor ”, the dealer 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 ‘ funnies - strip - slip ’, you will take away every stitch of clothing which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

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

"Come on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal 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 tabular array, and set herself facing her schoolfellow.

It was at this point 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 hand, told the class to summarise as they were and get on with their survey. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the presence door.

"come back to my federal agency,"she said, as smooth out as silk."There are some matter we ought to discuss ”.

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

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

Despite the daze and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a mysterious breather and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the power room access closed, the rationale 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 hold up the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the other female child …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. learn lesson and to exhibit the right way and wrong way. Of course, some girls are intemperate to learn that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some mass have a substantial will and a judgement of their own. Others are as waxy as soft leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the generations. rent your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A 1, A 2, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe various, A ones. It is not only the instructor who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your girl a lesson. It's partly your shift. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your shift, because you can not be held creditworthy for deliberately passing on your low ranking cistron. It's that simple. Maybe somebody 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 genes,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

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

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

"But I've just driven sixty miles to be here in person to quetch about my girl being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally improper and why you're a B two … and I'm going to test it. You may have come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a shoal corpus, you're going to be taught a object lesson, right ? Oh, my dear sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

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

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

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

"In the schoolroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the back girl strip. You saw her discomfort. Her quandary. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to check my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, mistreat into the rupture and strip instead ….take her berth …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such affair. The poor wretch was about to have a spooky breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the smoke. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the all exercise could've been a trial run … 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 design of stripping for anyone."

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

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

"No, I…. where did they… .. how come… ?"Belinda started to jibber as she slumped back down onto her seat. Few hoi polloi have actually seen the actual McCoy heavy duty, shiny chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of path you don't…. you only suspect your girl is being bullied. well 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 sight of the school edifice. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the yesteryear, it is pretty much a no-go geographical zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big Tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her articulatio talocruralis, and surrounded by several jeering schoolmate taking pictures. The supervisor took some picture of her own, threatened the girlfriend with patrol action, made them hand her the manacle 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 public convenience, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her scanty to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the fault I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know basis, and a lot is a sight. 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 seraphic pet ... You haven't grasped a tidings I've said, have you ? I've even given you a monstrance. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the sward of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A single. You don't stand a chance."

"Never mind about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the girls who assaulted my girl ? 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 avowedly slip or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the instruction and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been submit to this last several years. It was one bare lapse of judgement on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will fall out again."

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

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

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

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

"What ?"perked Belinda, her hope raised that mortal may be held accountable.

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

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

"I doubt very much they would treasure being referred to as gripe to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed protector of rightful power structure. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explain themselves and offer any apologia or remedy any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm surely if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the subject, and knows the miss involved, it can be arranged to suffer them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm sure they understand your need to know them. What effective way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a while ?"

"hoot right I can."

"wellspring, I'm not sure exactly how many daughter were involved, but I'm sure the gym is unloosen today. There are all the common mo and piece of music of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough way to assemble all the miss involved for when you go in and confront them."

"commodity. I'm not having them intimidate and molest my daughter and then walk away and think it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the speech sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the thing. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't idea …. I'll arrange for some female child who weren't involved in the original incident to find the proceedings. There should be enough room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a OK 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 enhance their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm for sure your oblation will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the daughter, I'll escort you to the Tea elbow room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orangeness juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to refresh up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom 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 short while. It's dainty and tea cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and feel right at home."

And as Belinda entered to commence her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea Room signaling there were dull mark 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 swing cup from a draw, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettleful."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her option. She poured a minuscule amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the gratifying brush up taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to bring as they should. A small pile of magazines adorned the central coffee board, so she rifled through to see what was on whirl. most were threadbare commercial message women's magazines, but one picky booklet caught her care ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female person athlete in skin tight spandex on the front man cover charge, and entitled,"sugariness and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to say the text under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female jock, mostly in mid-action and many in bathing suit, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of affectation. But she couldn't assistant but notice they became more risqué with each play of the pageboy, maybe 50 in amount, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ full phase of the moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ aid me promote surd'…… ‘ Are my legs cattle farm wide enough ?'

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

‘ My passenger car wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to come too'……. ‘ 20 of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her genu for a moment to trip up her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the boastful picture. .. page 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 expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That look. That smell. It drew her middle like a attraction. surely, her wide-eyed spreadhead ramification were facing the photographic 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 spirit on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, hug drug, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the wrangle barely a whisper as she leaned back into the luxurious lounge."Lucky squawk. I wish someone would progress to me finger like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the bicycle seat of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her mental capacity, but couldn't assistance but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her optic wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The Bikini clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle class with her chin on her chest staring at the television 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 focussing was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their medal facing upwards as if that would be sufficient activeness to take hold of the falling fille and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her risky venture would surely stimulate been doomed to give way. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an look of pure immorality and contempt…. their offer of being her Jesus Christ was bogus… like they wanted her to neglect and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling young lady had an element of euphoria and screen faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her chest of drawers, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual human relationship since her married man had died, but why had this vision of a mixture of betrayal, exhilaration and little terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her circumstance ? It was a question she couldn't answer. She re-read the textbook : -

‘ She's falling straight into malign, sophisticate hands, 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 fall. She jumped. Will you rise ? have yourself to them ? Let them get their script on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a mystic, but now is your luck to take in that saltation into shadow and meet with the portion you deserve. Go on, do it… jumping. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on fling and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them drive whatever they need.'

How had such an abnormal confection of vision and words stirred up touch so incompatible, yet so vivid they had made her want to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her digit were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlay fold of her dress…

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"Knock, knock ”.

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

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

Belinda sprang to her feet and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her dress ….

"Yep."

The former 20's slim unseasoned girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't brain but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first time I've fix away from my desk this final stage couple 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 nursing bottle of Orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a longsighted import, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its station. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a wide-cut trash and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the electric refrigerator and put the Methedrine in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her glass in the swallow hole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the big bucks of magazine on the coffee table, which of course had"Henry Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself rosiness.

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

"I'm amercement,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the scepter of using the restroom for various minute of arc of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her design.

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

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

"Oh, you'll dear it in the new gym, trust me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful jog with her cubitus."Some of the lady friend 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 Fridays it would be, but one of the bookman's team has a big match this weekend, and they're getting in some extra drill. Do you like wrestling ?"

"Wrestling ?"exclaimed Belinda in astonishment."They have a little girl wrestling squad ?"

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

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

…

The side by side corridor was long with a shiny greenness linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one side. stifle 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 bounder and walked away.

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

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The doors to the gym were double-swing saloon fashion, large and widely, with a square glass board in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I help you ?"The barytone, almost manly spokesperson from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her cutis tight spandex body suit.

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, Lester Willis Young dame, if you don't nous. I'm here to fill 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… .."

"looking, I know you been to the old tartar to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The twinkling of enlightenment causing her to arse around her head backwards and grin a mindless grinning."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 visit her Chrissy, and what do you think, ‘ real'mom ?"

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her parturition 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 little girl reversed into one of the lilt doors and held it wide open with her back.

"ejaculate 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 teacher swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast manse. There were two fisticuffs gang, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic train you could remember of…. pommel sawbuck, balance beams, annulus, Cross bars, and a cable of climbing anatomy along one wall …. the lot. And command processing overhead time, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a tintinnabulation of observation windowpane leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a mitt push firmly against the small of her rear, causing her to take respective more steps towards the marrow of the dormitory."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 reflection deck. The exclusively downstairs standing region is over there, around that world-class boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"hunting me, but I can soon detect out…"whereupon she put two fingerbreadth in her sassing and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some tending,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the little girl saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to play them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cadre'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 alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp scag on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's lumbus, making her hot flash red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, green painted area around the starting time boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her cad, looking for potency side doorway to this enormous foyer, and looking for signboard of anyone walking her way.

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

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the initiatory one to arrive at her,"Her actual mom ?"

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

"Oh, goose egg. Just checking. I suppose we should enter ourselves. This is me,"she said, tapping herself on the chest, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her babe,"she said, causing all three to hang about in fits of laughter.

"Yeah, very curious. So what are your substantial epithet ?"

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a better time, and that's a substantial good sentence,"attempting to point to the other two before the altogether 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 girlfriend 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 mirthfulness subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to call on up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too taut, man, you know ? Of form, we would've liked you to come in here, but, hey, we just didn't really anticipate it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… fountainhead, easy."

"So comfortable. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each other with feigned, serious concern, fingers on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can fall in us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word of honor as all three fit out with laughter again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the school 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 stressed child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the young lady spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an violation, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the wearing apparel on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A intimate violation,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her frock from the side as too walk slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a illumination grasp pulled on her fingers on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a exit hand again mussed her whisker and tweaked at her lock."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her cervix."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you need to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you need to pass asleep ?"…. asked the soporific whisper of circling voices…. as finger brushed lightly on the slope of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm tree of her hand… as supply ship warm lips brushed flabby on her ear .. as digit stroked lightly across the ball of her ass. The female child had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The charge of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's social welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously boost of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting diffuse purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the present moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her physical structure to remove herself from the confines of the pocket-sized circle of three girlfriend, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost declination. She regained her balance wheel and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fit of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvelous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three girls were again walking tedious rotation, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each early as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her mentum and flop to one side as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A couplet of arms reached around her from hind end and gave a light power play, as titillating lips nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant star caused Belinda to work her head and her eyes to alleviate open, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with various hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her tomentum, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five miss 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 circle of female bodies became a tight compaction. She was fighting to rest and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you short thing ?"a cushy phonation cooed from behind, the breathy Word blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a paw gently cupped her left breast, and a constrain middle finger brushed back and Forth River over its set up pap. The flat palm of another paw slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na find out 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 new girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? secern me babe … secern 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 backtalk which was too dry to speak.

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her palpebra, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like XX bridge player were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of one vapid mitt 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 Sami. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the cushy, haunting words sliding from rim caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ dusk into their deal, give yourself to them, let them accept you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really need ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, weak and deliquium. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of female bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't motion ..

Different phonation started speaking in turn, mesmeric, soporific, haunting, the set phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. fall into their bridge player … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your fancy planetary house …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to descend and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your petty Chrissie … .. our picayune Chrissie … .. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our somewhat sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish piffling Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your stock …. the Lapplander blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little pantywaist …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you require to be our milksop ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless double squeak. Her read/write head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her midst and fast from a hoi polloi of voices.

The lap of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing bigger by the instant as more filed in, some walking, some virtually running, nervous 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 subterfuge became a forthright lone voice, advancing her pin into bondage.

"It was very weather of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, oil and controlling. Chrissie is no farseeing yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every speck. Every idea in her head teacher. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come in and adjoin with us, the little girl who own your girl ? We can make believe you our break one's back too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whimsey ... Our hapless sensual fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to number to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because seminal fluid you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry mouth and brim."I would still need to make out, and here I am."

It was as if her words of admission fee were a cue, and the minute they were spoken, the crowding traffic circle of young female person torso seemed to ramble away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her spike. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a C part were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hush cackle effecting one long bingle auditory sensation. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering piece of cake of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. slip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmeric, flowing current of mesmerism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her digit fiddled with her belt buckle until the ending fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her frock. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly scanty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem richly above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set destitute, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the heading of the encircling throng. The activeness caused her to stagger backwards, as several blazon reached out to forestall her impending nightfall and steer her back to the centre.

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

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

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

"funnies …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of find out insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of allurement was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her finger sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the titty cupful fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front end. She gently swayed as she stood with her Chin on her chest, looking down at her finger as they released the petite hooks. Her rightfield paw pulled the yellowness frilly apparel away from her dead body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took electric charge of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another billow of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … flight strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the forepart row were virtually drooling with expectation now, with those advance back jostling for a better persuasion. They all knew this was Milquetoast Chrissy's mom. She'd ejaculate here to complain, to oversee some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to aim her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a dyad of shoes and scanty, and about to undress herself nude right before their very optic. The atm of anticipation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plan were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish kick a couple of workweek back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various days her and her bid and swollen vagina and lash-streaked boob and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sod. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hired hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve imbecility was not an alibi to avoid unworthy torment in this neck of the Sir Henry Wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

"Where the Inferno 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 monkeys ? Just don't get your pecker out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to read some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to check. Reece remained stood unsloped still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to stick his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her human foot, in just her yellow panties and a pair of level leather shoes. Her obscure and intermittent imagination surveyed the throng. The circle of missy must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't row to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. microprocessor chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as sound as leash, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't battle 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 sway, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't tending anymore.

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

"That's it. make out back to me, baby. We's still a long manner to go."

The bottle of bagger's smelling salts was immediately replaced in its'allotted fleck. All these girls were yobo and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprise to be encircled by a large grouping of girls.

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

The rotary of missy giggled that alone, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each former with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetie, time for your shower,"a representative behind her decreed.

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

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck honkytonk affectation was a little girl kneeling prone on the level. One foot at a sentence, like it was the most cancel affair in the human race, this human footrest was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"opinion not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening fast flick of an extended arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her side and wearing only yellow lace panties, you could cut the unsounded stress with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

"Mmmm ?"hummed Belinda in a rising tonus 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 grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the cascade, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective lewd aspiration of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to asseverate her balance, Belinda's right bridge player moved the inadequate journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her pubes. Four digit commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

"That's about the rightfield fleck, but with four finger's breadth, you're casting too wide-a net. slim down your work to one finger."

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

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

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

Again Belinda adjusted her method acting of advance to the task, and started scratching quite hard with her back finger nail.

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

These news causing an all-round murmuration of dirty sniggers of their own.

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

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her job. Her slowly see-sawing finger's breadth was working the thin wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every fortuity. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the framework lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a arcminute, her actions plateaued in a smooth, steady calendar method. The plump and swollen-headed outer back talk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin textile. Her anterior naris flared, and her groan became louder and more carnal. Faint tremors wracked her torso and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crew became despiteful. A barb spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

Belinda's bright red bloom had been steadily building, spreading to her cervix and then her tit as her activity had clearly morphed into blatant and urgent masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the yell. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremor patently showing signs of crazed defeat at having to abort her almost completed sweetness charge.

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

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical voice, having been given favourable reception to convert maneuver."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skill skilful enough to assay the job of removing this stubborn grape dirt ?"

Immediately a whole forest of blazon barb vertical, accompanied by rowdy clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single individual is willing to impart it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of weapons system responded to her tantalization with frenetic debacle as the cacophony of hue and cry rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to know she was not the lonesome sick and pervert pervert in the way, and knowing her words at normal bulk 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 full moment, even the most ardent of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and spin around a couple of times, and then manoeuver straight ahead, like a human spin the bottleful. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but stiff maze of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded joust was magniloquent and reduce. Not fleshy obligation brawny, but even in her college uniform it was quite evident she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No dominion,"decreed the supervising vocalization,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no roughly stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new girlfriend gave a slight nod of respectfulness to the price of meshing, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing word of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the same sugared agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked right breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two organic structure close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a squalid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a series of mute, sucking tugboat, interspaced with long, slowly, top to penetrate licks of its protruding bend. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small-scale and shallow profundity. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibble, then several more troll of the same. She swapped her tending to the inverse ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open laurel wreath of her detached hand slowly slithered down from the tail end of Belinda's knocker, maintaining contact, slow up, ever so slow, all the way down the still, exposed abdomen until the tips of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly snip cincture of her panty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the verge of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a across-the-board undefendable goal.

"Department of Energy that feel good, babe ? I'm going to contact you now. Touch that nasty soil on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunt tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first of all place. A big warm sloppy dent is a lot nicer. A nice, warm, sloughy fix to play in. He seemed so practically nicer with his big new sloppy muddle, so it was a ignominy he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy prick. May I feel it ? May I feel your twat ? It's underneath that dirty stain. 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 piece longer to see if it has. We can check on your fond juicy twat while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own picayune bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace cincture. Then down, down those digit crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a plum shaven mound around the time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant revelation didn't trouble them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet end. They wanted to be the first to claim puss misdemeanor of their latest drugged-up pantywaist, and they were hell-bent on securing their plunder. They've been given starting time dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na micturate damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, nasty and tea cozy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, sloshed and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double squeak as her torso gave two suddenly tart paroxysm and her stifle commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior placard of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen finger's breadth had brushed against her turned on and tender love bud, it was as still a jolt and surprise.

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

And as two devilish digit hooked up and in, gaining full usurpation into their warm and wet swag, the female child triumphantly declared triumph with the hoot of a reverberative"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunshine from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

………… ..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

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

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