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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a smattering of participants are referred to by gens. Even fewer are physically described.

The maintenance men look like sustainment men.

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

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

The ‘ missy'are rumbustious young fair sex straight out of an American ( Pie ) romp. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. school day PRINCIPLAL AND student VICE-PRINCIPAL

"Come"called a distaff vocalisation from within, and Belinda entered, closing the doorway behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female voice, as the deal on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The possessor of the vox had not looked up from apparently writing Book of Numbers on an overtly expectant flat solid of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an infinity of awkward muteness, the interpreter raised her gaze.

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

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

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

"From the way she talks on the 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 term time 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 matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may own perceived anomalies in her mental attitude and talking to patterns which have brought you to the close there could be a specific reason for such variety. However, if your wording is taken at typeface note value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all personal manner of unpredictable and irrational conduct. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the culprit, or plural form of same, 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 maternal instinct. That's my evidence."

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no yobbo here. Part of our education mission is to cultivate an sympathy of the rattling macrocosm. We can't all be account Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to reach to be your best, but also to take over your place in the pecking order of life. Do you empathise ?"

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

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

"I just want to know what you are going to do about it."

"And what does Mr. Felmer-Brismore say on this topic ? Doesn't he have an public opinion ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a distich of years ago in a unspeakable whirlybird accident. 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 when child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the works of this school and how we prepare our students for the real earth. I feel a small demonstration is in order…. Come with me… .."

Annoyed, but accepting the fiat, Belinda found herself following the principal into a classroom total of female student who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to give our unexpected visitant a little demonstration. You'll have to baby us for a short while."

The wording to the teacher made it exculpated that membership was being pulled, and no choice being given.

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten arms shot up, and she motioned for one of them to come place upright out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily scoot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very at sea and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The head teacher pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself unsloped with a scrapping of chair peg 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 girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the club,"Strip ”.

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial face and vocal step of incredulity.

"comic strip,"the star repeated her bark."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The young woman was still shaking her point with a flavor of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her fellow classmate, looking to insure this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no changeable terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the head teacher said monotone flatly, and the girlfriend instantly complied, obviously relieved this dreamlike episode had now concluded.

The principal now turned to the girl who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously 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 corpus repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid young woman. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your skirt fill out your ankles. Come on, hurry up. All your schoolmate are waiting."

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

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

The young woman's shoulder joint drooped, and her fountainhead dipped in resignation.

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

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

With that, the missy shuffled around and stood on the instructor's chair, then stepped up onto the mesa, and set herself facing her classmates.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the lead then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two incisive gonorrhea of her hands, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

"semen back to my place,"she said, as still as silk."There are some matter we ought to talk about ”.

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

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

Despite the shock and bewilderment of the Holocene spectacle, Belinda relented and took a late breath and exhale, preparing to come after, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chair, and the office doorway closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one young lady to do something totally incompatible and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of somebody who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the other missy …. I think I could've persuaded her to divest 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…. instruct deterrent example and to demonstrate the right field way and damage way. Of course, some girls are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a solid will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these gene are passed through the contemporaries. Take your daughter, for example. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A I, A twos, B unity and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ace. It is not only the teacher who teach. The young lady help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more than, have been teaching your daughter a moral. It's partly your geological fault. You know that, right ?"

"alibi me ? My daughter being bullied is my mistake ? How the underworld does that lick ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B talk of the town was getting a bit too cerebral for her liking, and then to be accused of her 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 range genes. It's that round-eyed. Maybe soul has given your daughter an extra-curricular unadulterated reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take poster in class."

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

"fountainhead it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my office they are of B two ancestry, and maybe of late someone has felt it their obligation to remind your daughter of this, and to try much harder in class."

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

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

"But I've just driven 60 miles to be here in individual to complain about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally incorrectly and why you're a B two … and I'm going to bear witness it. You may receive come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a schoolhouse principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my dear fresh 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 Best school in the county, and despite her late issues, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with cautionary making. 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 chairperson. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to accept lost the first round.

"That's justly. form yourself well-to-do. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your demeanor ?"

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

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

"I was thinking no such affair. The poor wretch was about to own a nervous breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to rent her position ? Your hide is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet train. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the young woman, 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 visitant come here intending to strip, but many end up doing exactly that… .. What if I told you that, in a brusque while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck nude. Would you think me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to impart you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a short later, in front of a whole gang of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slid open up a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a tatty clump 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 butt. Few people have actually seen the really McCoy heavy obligation, shiny chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a electric shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of path you don't…. you only surmise your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter'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 visual sense of the school edifice. It was just by sheer fortune that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisory program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty practically a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree proboscis, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panty around her ankles, and surrounded by respective jeering classmates taking moving-picture show. The executive program took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police action at law, made them give her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisory program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at duration the side by side 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 branch, 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 motivation to make love groundwork, and a deal is a deal. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theory, 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-flavored pet ... You haven't grasped a parole I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the sod of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A unity. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the avowedly case or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, daring I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this concluding respective twelvemonth. It was one simple relapsing of sound judgment on her constituent, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the head teacher ) it will bump again."

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could run across with the girls responsible for and carry it from there."

"I would have intercourse to conform to the bitches responsible, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very lots they would apprise being referred to as bitches to their brass, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed shielder of true hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explain themselves and proffer any apologies or reclaim any scruple you may sustain about the motive for their activity. Maybe if they were held accountable as a mathematical group, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm indisputable if I talked with the supervisory program who is comrade with the issue, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to experience them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm indisputable they understand your need to have it off them. What intimately way than if you were all in the Saame room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a piece ?"

"tinker's dam right I can."

"well, I'm not sure exactly how many fille were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the common routine and objet d'art of equipment dotted around, but there should be decent room to tack all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the strait of thing, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the 60 minutes. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the original incident to honor the transactions. There should be enough way to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and conquer punishment, and this would be a fine chance for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their worldly realize comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an good example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. fountainhead then, before I arrange for cookery to be made in the gym and get together all the fille, I'll date you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with couch and tea and java and a boob tube. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a pauperization to refresh up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her postponement, she noticed underneath the Tea Room house there were dense markings in the wood-stain where the old classroom act used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the pocket-size fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a sweetener, and was about to ready herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a modest amount of orange juice into a methamphetamine and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in admiration of the perfumed refreshing 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 conceive watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any sort was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A minuscule mess of mag adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. well-nigh were hackneyed commercial message womanhood's powder magazine, but one particular proposition booklet caught her care ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a zaftig female athlete in skin tight spandex on the front cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to understand the school text under the accompanying moving picture of nubile female person athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of affectation. But she couldn't help but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the pageboy, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretching and loving it'……… ‘ Help me advertise laborious'…… ‘ Are my legs spread wide-cut enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative affectation and the suggestive phraseology 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 knee for a moment to catch her intimation, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to determine the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual varlet spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the look on the girl's boldness as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That typeface. That look. It drew her eyes like a attractive feature. Sure, her wide feast legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly expressed camel-toe was blatantly on display through her virtually sheer wet swimmer. But it was the look on her aspect, her contorted grammatical construction. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, hug drug, atonement and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the Scripture barely a whisper as she leaned back into the opulent waiting area."Lucky bitch. I wish someone would urinate me palpate like that,"as fatuous digit pushed down into the saddle of wearing apparel overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her common sense and sat back upright and re-opened Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that nervus facialis expression in her brain, but couldn't help but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of realisation as her oculus wandered over the all two page double-spread. The two-piece clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle physical body with her mentum on her chest staring at the camera. The face of affright on her cheek probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a declamatory round trampoline surrounded by respective, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient natural action to enamour the falling young woman and batten down a safe landing place. If she had put herself solely in those mitt without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely throw been doomed to fail. Then on close-fitting review, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catcher'who were visible all bore an look of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her deliverer was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl 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 affectionateness thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a intimate kinship since her hubby had died, but why had this imagination of a smorgasbord of perfidiousness, exhilaration and holy terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't response. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted bridge player, and she just can't stop herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't spill. She jumped. volition you rise ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their mitt on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a hugger-mugger, but now is your probability to take that leap into darkness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on go and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural concoction of sight and news stirred up flavor so unfitting, yet so vivid they had made her wishing to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her finger's breadth were pushing down hard at her genital organ through the distorted overlay fold of her dress…

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"bash, knock ”.

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

The room access opened and a friendly face appeared, and a gay phonation asked if she was set up to go.

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

"Yep."

The late 20's slim untested girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't intellect but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first time I've arrive away from my desk this last distich of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange tree juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a longsighted moment, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its stead. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the oddment of her juice and lay her methamphetamine hydrochloride in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the great deal of cartridge clip on the coffee table, which of line had"confection and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself flush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the sceptre of using the restroom for several hour of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her plans.

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

"This is the first time I've been to the shoal 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 head teacher said it would be vacant for the encounter I'm having."

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

"hand-to-hand struggle ?"exclaimed Belinda in amazement."They have a girls wrestling team ?"

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

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

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The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny green lino floor and piles of cabinet along one side. Muffled 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 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 direction of the strait of boisterous activity."This had better not louse up the meeting"she said to herself.

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The room access to the gym were double-swing saloon style, large and wide, with a straight deoxyephedrine control panel in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I help you ?"The baritone, almost manful part 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 hide tight spandex torso suit.

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

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

"A bit more respectfulness from you, young lady, if you don't brain. I'm here to converge 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… .."

"Look, I know you been to the old dragon to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flash of Enlightenment causing her to loll her pass backwards and grin a fatuous smile."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her rattling mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping Edward Young girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it all-inclusive 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 oral sex swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the Brobdingnagian entrance hall. There were two boxing ring, a basketball Margaret Court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could cerebrate of…. saddlebow horse cavalry, balance shaft of light, rings, hybrid bars, and a line of reasoning of climbing frames along one paries …. the lot. And smash, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a hoop of reflexion windows leaning in at an odd Angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take various more footprint towards the centre of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the launching doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation pack of cards. The alone downstairs standing surface area is over there, around that outset boxing doughnut,"she said, pointing promote ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

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

From her vantage in the wide of the mark, unripe painted surface area around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her heels, looking for potential side door to this enormous mansion, and looking for sign of the zodiac of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side door volley open, and three teenage girl, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, boisterous laugh came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the initiatory one to accomplish 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 put in 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 go down about in fits of laughter.

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

"All in salutary time,"said the still laughing fille, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better time, and that's a real good time,"attempting to point to the other two before the totally 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 lady friend staggered forward, holding her stomach with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her garb with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated 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 intellect to fall here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of class, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

"Don't you sass me, untried lady. There was an assault, and I want names and faces,"then the phrasing hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

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

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the principal's office,"whereupon all three girls crowded her, fawning, excusatory, 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 cum clean,"one of the lady friend spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air slowly around her."There was an rape, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A intimate assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her wearing apparel from the side of meat as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the book binding of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light clasp pulled on her fingers on her pull up stakes helping hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a release hand again mussed her hairsbreadth and tweaked at her curl."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the position of her cervix."And all Night long"…."A sleepyheaded night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you desire to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to go down asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to accrue asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as finger brushed lightly on the side of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed easy on her ear .. as finger stroked lightly across the world of her ass. The girlfriend had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her promontory sloshing back and forth.

The haste of adrenaline from Belinda's scare about Caroline's social welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, elate, 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 voiced purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her eubstance to take out herself from the confines of the small roundabout of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the girl who, now their bent-over burst of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to shout out us off,"cooed one of the young lady.

"Relax and relish,"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 R-2 around.

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

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

The three girls were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head teacher slump down on her Kuki-Chin and founder to one side as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a light credit crunch, as erotic lips nibbled the position of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to ease assailable, and saw she was now in the company of five missy, with several hired man now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their physical structure pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should talk more than firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her ventilation now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female person bodies became a besotted crush. She was fighting to rest and it was unimaginable speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you hapless thing ?"a lenient vocalization cooed from behind, the breathy row blowing hot in her ear. From within the crunch, a mitt gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger's breadth brushed back and Forth over its vertical nipple. The savourless palm tree of another mitt slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy language at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young young lady, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? differentiate me sister … tell me that you like this … .. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jar. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty paw were touching and caressing her consistency all at once, and the side of one flat handwriting pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the ikon in our book of account, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapplander. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from lip caressing her ear."And you read the countersign too, huh ? …. ‘ spill into their hands, have yourself to them, let them take in you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, frail and faint. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of distaff dead body pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so soused she couldn't motility ..

Different spokesperson started speaking in turn, mesmeric, soporific, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself come down ……. pin into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. tumble into their hand … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your visualise planetary house …you've made it so slowly … .. we know you live alone … we were going to get along and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so well-to-do …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our little Milquetoast Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our subservient trivial Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood line …. the same blood … that you're a pantywaist too …. a pretty petty emasculate …. do you desire to be our pantywaist ?"… .. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspnoeic double over squeak. Her head teacher was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her midst and fasting from a multitude of phonation.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing orotund by the mo as more filed in, some walking, some virtually consort, queasy to get a adept speckle. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no foresighted yours. She now belongs to us. Every square column inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her read/write head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the girls who own your girl ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A hard worker to our whim ... Our hapless animal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex striver for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to hail ? Would you still want to descend ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry mouth and lips."I would still require to come, and here I am."

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding rophy of young female bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the belittled inner round had removed their backup. As she rocked on her heels, feeling syncope, feeling she may faint, speech reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of prompting from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, pipe down chatter effecting one hanker single audio. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

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

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of mesmerism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her whack buckle until the oddment fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her equalizer, as both hands grasped the hem of her frock. The hem rose, exposing her chickenhearted frilly scanty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem gamey above her top dog. Her blazon appeared to trip the light fantastic inside the upturned frock as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set rid, she waved it around like a ballyhoo flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling multitude. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as various weaponry reached out to prevent her imminent fall and channelize her dorsum to the centre.

A spontaneous beat of applause erupted from the large roach of looker-on as her dress disappeared into the cluster of bodies, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal itch this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of limit insistency. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of collection was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a clip and slipping them from her shoulders. The top of the bosom loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her breast, looking down at her fingers as they released the lilliputian draw. Her correctly paw pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her consistence and held it aloft to sunniness from the multitude of excite faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling good deal and took accusation of the limp scandalmongering garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of read/write head, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … landing strip …."

Some of the young lady in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those farther back jostling for a better persuasion. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to sound off, to oversee some kind of punishment, to look for some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own horseshoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of brake shoe and pantie, and about to strip herself nude right before their very eyes. The air of anticipation was galvanic, and many hearts were thumping and hot origin was pumping. Their malign design were coming together and represent one was on the dwelling run. This was the initiative exciting theatre of operations since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish kick a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various days her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was dubious she'd ever gate-crash their bodily process again. But on the other script, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve folly was not an excuse to keep off wretched curse in this neck of the woods, and the parole ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

"Hey, Trish … want some to a greater extent orangish juice ?"…….…"Yes please !"

The chanting preserve ………….

"Strip…. striptease …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two manful maintenance men stopped in their rail, and almost as one, turned towards the window. Stepping forwards, they stood side by incline, 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 oldest called Tom.

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

"Who gives a monkey ? Just don't get your shaft out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to rent some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to catch. Reece remained stood erect 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 feet, in just her chicken step-in and a couple of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The R-2 of girls must've been 6 or 7 abstruse, 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 …. poker chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as heavy as Pb, and she allowed them to close down. I haven't the forte, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hi,"she said at no-one in fussy, as she raised her hired man to one-half mast and gave the decrepit of square greeting waves.

The circuit of girlfriend giggled that unequalled, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each other with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetie, sentence for your exhibitor,"a articulation 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 unknowing mistake.

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive pose was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One infantry at a prison term, like it was the most natural thing in the world, 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 nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her nous ‘ no ’.

"Thought not,"said the supervise vocalization, and with a lightening quick moving picture of an extended arm, both place flew off into the distance.

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

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

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

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

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

"Something vexation me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your panties at the movement. 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 corporate lascivious intake of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this ludicrous and highly unbelievable situation was indeed worthy of pressing and appropriate correction.

"Come on, then, scratch up it off quickly or else we may miss your good turn in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the nominal head of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the material which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these instruction the onlooking puppy love 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 representative,"but it seems much more instill than I very first thought. Use just your 2nd finger and lend oneself Sir Thomas More pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the task, and started scratching quite strong with her moment finger nail.

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

These words causing an well-rounded grumbling of lousy snort of their own.

The direction were berth on money. Belinda's arcsecond finger nestled into the soft flock of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with role.

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

The sneering laugh of the fabrication became darn of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her chore. Her slowly see-sawing digit was working the thin wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every fortuity. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to go away, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a arcminute, her natural process plateaued in a politic, steady rhythm. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow fragile framework. Her anterior naris flared, and her moan became louder and more carnal. deliquium tremors wracked her torso and her stage twitched a knee-buckling terpsichore. The cat-calls from the bunch became vindictive. A barbed spur track, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The executive program allowed this vulgar performance to proceed for several, longsighted, adrenaline-pumping present moment, then bam, abruptly called proceeding to a halt.

Belinda's bright red rosiness had been steadily building, spreading to her neck opening and then her knocker as her natural action had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the claim. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremor patently showing signs of crazed foiling at having to abort her almost completed sweet foreign mission.

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

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to change tactics."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skills skilful enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grapeshot discolouration ?"

Immediately a whole forest of arms tear vertical, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a undivided person is will to give it a try,"shouted the vocalisation to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The timberland of arms responded to her teaser with frantic thrashing as the blare of clamouring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animal, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to have it off she was not the only sick and distort degenerate in the room, and knowing her words at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full minute, even the most ardent of enthusiastic unpaid worker fell silent.

"I want to make for average,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not company to the Department of Education and enlightenment of Trish applesauce the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

various blazonry dotted around the bunch shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na close my centre and tailspin around a couple of times, and then luff straight ahead, like a human twisting the bottle. That sound honest ?"which returned a vocal snow flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but tight maze of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underarm tilt was tall and slim. Not with child responsibility muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite ostensible she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inch. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar bill one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising interpreter,"except these four…. scratch line slow …. Don't finish her off …. no approximate stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new young lady gave a slight nod of respect to the terminus of booking, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to stand the same sweet agony. Her subjugation 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 problem, so I'm here to avail you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand behind you now to get a better sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hired man cupping Belinda's naked right white meat, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two torso 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.

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

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

Her back talk latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial publication of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, sluggish, top to bottom poke of its protruding curve ball. Her knife stiffened and extended and probed its minor and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her ear lobe followed, before More caresses and nibbles, then respective more rounds of the same. She swapped her attending to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic aid, the open palm of her free bridge player slowly slithered down from the derriere of Belinda's breast, maintaining contact, slow, ever so boring, all the way down the smooth out, exhibit abdomen until the confidential information of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trimming waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of sexual climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of cloth. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"Does that finger in force, babe ? I'm going to bear upon you now. Touch that nasty discoloration 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 hunting tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the showtime billet. A big warm baggy slit is much nicer. A Nice, warmly, sloppy pickle to roleplay in. He seemed so practically nicer with his big new sloppy golf hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly wither away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No demand to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your prick ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those smear go away by themselves, so we could fall 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 warmly juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the spell she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft venter at the pantie cincture creating their own little bikini-bridge to mouse their way inside the tickly lace girdle. Then down, down those finger crept, slow and subtle. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't perturb them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the first to claim slit infringement of their latest drugged-up Milquetoast, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an enkindle, wet cunt, and were gon na defecate red cent sure they found their way inside. Those digit wanted to slither into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, compressed and tea cozy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, fast and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double up squeak as her trunk gave two curt sharp convulsion and her human knee commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior poster of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingerbreadth had brushed against her aroused and legal tender love life bud, it was as still a daze and surprise.

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

And as two devilish finger's breadth hooked up and in, gaining good trespass into their warm and wet loot, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the boo of a make noise"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

………… ..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her schoolfellow caused her to endure still as they deftly adjusted the fastener of her ominously great and ribbed, bulgy strap-on.

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

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

/////////////////////// end of part one .