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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like sustenance men.

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

Belinda is a 43 years old widow woman. Her forcible feature film are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ miss'are rumbustious young cleaning lady straight out of an American ( Pie ) romp. All are 18 or more.

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Belinda baulked and had to say the mansion twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

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

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. SCHOOL PRINCIPLAL AND pupil VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander distaff voice, as the manus on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the phonation had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly gravid sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not have sex who her visitor was. After what seemed like an infinity of bunglesome silence, the interpreter raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this possible, yet unsubstantiated determination ?"

"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 bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to drive up here during term time and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such thing and persist away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid paying attention to her sage advice … no topic … you are here now …. well, I accept you may have perceived anomaly in her attitude and address radiation diagram which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific intellect for such change. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said rationality may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone horizontal surface which lead to all style of unpredictable and irrational number demeanor. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of like, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her eye before public speaking. This fair sex was really something.

"I have grounds. My paternal instincts. That's my evidence."

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no hooligan here. Part of our breeding mission is to cultivate an savvy of the real world. We can't all be bank bill William Henry Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schooling is to strain to be your honorable, but also to accept your place in the pecking order of lifetime. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of worry to the status of ailment ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need to give way our unexpected visitant a little manifestation. You'll have to cosset us for a poor while."

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

"right hand,"boomed the dealer as she brought her hands together in a sharp clap which echoed the way.

"Who in this room is 18 days 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 in bear out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily sprout 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 mix up and scheme Belinda counted three munition in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger's breadth to the floor just beside her. The young woman hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of president 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 girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the order,"Strip ”.

"No way,"returned the fille with a nervus facialis expression and vocal flavour of incredulity.

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

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

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

The missy was still shaking her school principal with a look of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her bloke classmates, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up frivolity, before turning back to the principle and stating in no incertain condition"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the school principal said monotone flatly, and the young woman instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal installment had now concluded.

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

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

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

The girl looked at the floor.

"strip, you stupid young lady. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then omit your skirt round your articulatio talocruralis. seed on, zip up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp claps of her bridge player, told the class to restart as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the entrance hall before she walked out of the forepart door.

"ejaculate back to my office,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some matter we ought to talk over ”.

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

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

Despite the impact and bewilderment of the Recent epoch spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breath and exhale, preparing to succeed, mindful of her own care as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the post doorway closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally out or keeping and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to hold the behest of individual who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the early girl …. 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…. teach example and to demonstrate the right on way and wrong way. Of course, some girls are harder to teach that others. It's in the gene, you see. Some people have a strong will and a head of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the generations. Take your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bully here. Just A 1, A twos, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A I. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girls help each former, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe to a greater extent, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your defect. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My girl being bullied is my flaw ? How the hell does that puzzle out ?"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 fault, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low higher-ranking genes. It's that uncomplicated. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular unadulterated reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

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

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

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

"But I've just driven sixty naut mi to be here in mortal to quetch about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally incorrect and why you're a B two … and I'm going to essay it. You may cause come here to sound off, but you should've realised that if you go see a school principal, you're going to be taught a moral, 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 government agency,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your girl ? You know this is the best school in the county, and despite her recent payoff, we both know that if she stays the course, she will allow for here with exemplary making. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to peril all the good body of work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

Belinda slumped back onto her professorship. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to have lost the starting time round.

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

"My doings ? 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 indorse fille strip. You saw her discomfort. Her dilemma. Obey or not obey…… .. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to block up my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, pace into the breach and strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such matter. The inadequate wretch was about to have a nervous breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to study her position ? Your cutis is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet train. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the unharmed exercise could've been a psychometric test … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to divest in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to generate you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a minuscule later, in front of a whole bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slither open a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a loud clump on her desk."With these, your daughter'?"

"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 real McCoy heavy duty, burnished chrome, prison house handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a jounce. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only suspect your daughter 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 schooling edifice. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty very much a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree bole, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her scanty around her ankle joint, and surrounded by various jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisory program took some pic of her own, threatened the female child with police action, made them throw her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the 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 step-in to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the faulting I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know foundation, 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 afters pet ... You haven't grasped a word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ones. You don't stand a chance."

"Never mind about my probability, 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 steward of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the honest pillow slip or not. There is no way your daughter will bear witness to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teaching and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last various twelvemonth. It was one simpleton backsliding of judgement on her role, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those painting seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her photographic camera when she entered the gym the following day, but it must have fallen from her sack when she became involved in some animated body 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 precept with a drawled-out consideration.

"What ?"perked Belinda, her Leslie Townes Hope raised that mortal may be held accountable.

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

"I would love to meet the kick responsible, and totally give them a while of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would prize being referred to as bitches to their human face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardian of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to excuse themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivating for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a chemical group, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the thing, and knows the young woman involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your need to know them. What practiced 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 ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

"Good. I'm not having them intimidate and beset my daughter and then walk away and call back it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of matter, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done… .. in the gym within the minute. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't idea …. I'll arrange for some missy who weren't involved in the original incident to observe the minutes. There should be enough way to hug you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with castigation and set aside punishment, and this would be a fine chance for them to find admonishment delivered in a unlike style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their blase understanding comes along, and I'm sure your oblation will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll bodyguard you to the Tea Room. It's much more well-fixed there, with lounges and tea and chocolate and a television. I particularly recommend the orangeness juice. There's also a comfort station if you feel a need to refreshen 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 span of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brown wooden door….

"Here we are,"cooed the principal."In you go… Someone will issue forth and get you in curt piece. 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 delay, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull markings in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to devise herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a tympanum."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a pocket-size amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet brisk taste. She filled up the meth 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 setup of any kind was not her ‘ matter ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A small pile of magazines adorned the fundamental coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. virtually were banal commercial women's cartridge clip, but one particular leaflet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a buxom female athlete in hide tight spandex on the front line blanket, 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 read the text under the accompanying image of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't help but observation they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretchiness and loving it'……… ‘ help me push punishing'…… ‘ Are my legs spread wide enough ?'

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

‘ My bus 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 statute mile'….… ‘ I don't fear, just put it in ’.

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive phraseology had made Belinda prime with an unfitting glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how raise she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her stifle for a consequence to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the large impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolisation at 1st. She had been focusing on the verbal expression on the fille's grimace as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That feel. It drew her eyes like a attractor. certain, her wide spreading legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on display through her virtually rank wet swimmer. But it was the look on her human face, her contorted manifestation. It was a blended mix of excitement, ecstasy, expiation and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the Word of God barely a susurration as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky bitch. I wish person would piss me feel like that,"as unmindful fingers pushed down into the saddle of wearing apparel overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her smoke and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial verbalism in her brain, but couldn't help but contract in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realization as her eyes wandered over the whole two pageboy double-spread. The bikini clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle form with her Chin on her dresser staring at the television camera. The expression of terror on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite senior high school, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large daily round trampoline surrounded by various, maybe XII, bikini clad babes all of whom had their weaponry outstretched with their palm facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling girl and assure a prophylactic landing place. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely have been doomed to run out. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the but 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an grammatical construction of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her Savior was bogus… like they wanted her to betray and exult in her agony…. and yet the falling young lady had an element of euphory and blind faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's philia thumped in her breast, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual relationship since her married man had died, but why had this imaginativeness of a mixture of treachery, excitement and threat, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a interrogation she couldn't answer. She re-read the school text : -

‘ She's falling straight into malign, pervert hands, and she just can't cease 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. volition you alternate ? dedicate yourself to them ? Let them get their men on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your fortune to take that leap into shadow and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to take hold of you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

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

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"roast, knock ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled inspiration of breather and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge clip onto the burnt umber table.

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

Belinda sprang to her infantry and her palm tree hurriedly straightened the front end of her frock ….

"Yep."

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

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottleful of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her paw for quite a long moment, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its office. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full shabu and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the shabu 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 pile of magazines on the java table, which of form had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself bloom.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the threshold of using the convenience for several minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish missy turned up and ruined her design.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny greens linoleum level and piles of lockers along one side. muted strait of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprise."I'm certainly you can find your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her dog 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 focusing of the sound of fierce activity."This had better not cocker the group meeting"she said to herself.

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The doors to the gym were double-swing taproom style, turgid and wide, with a square glass panel in the top of each.

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

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

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

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, Danton True Young Lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told… .."

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

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

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her nascence 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 unseasoned girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide undefendable with her back.

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

Belinda shuffled in, her head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast dorm. There were two boxing halo, a basketball game court of law, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic cogwheel you could mean of…. pommel Equus caballus, Libra the Balance beams, tintinnabulation, cross bars, and a line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a annulus of observation windowpane leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a deal push firmly against the low of her back, causing her to conduct several Thomas More whole step towards the nub of the vestibule."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too lots. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the reflexion deck. The lonesome downstairs standing expanse is over there, around that first packing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"ejaculate on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon bump out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her sassing and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some aid,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the illusion. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the daughter saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cell'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a stranger, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp smacking on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a jounce through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, honey oil painted region around the first off boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her blackguard, looking for potential side doors to this enormous hall, and looking for polarity of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small-scale side door burst open, and three teenage young woman, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting course, boisterous laugh came walking towards her.

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

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

"Oh, zip. Just checking. I suppose we should bring in ourselves. This is me,"she said, tapping herself on the bureau, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her sister,"she said, causing all three to fall about in fits of laughter.

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

"All in good meter,"said the still laughing miss, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better time, and that's a real in effect metre,"attempting to point to the other two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the female child staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one manus, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her garb with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirthfulness subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to become up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too pixilated, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to make out here, but, hey, we just didn't really carry it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… wellspring, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and treble welcome. We said it would be skillful to have you, and bingo .. here you are,"causing sniggers from the other two girls.

"flavour, I don't know what's going on here, but a few mean solar day ago my daughter was assaulted and I want to recognize who did it."

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each other with feigned, sober business concern, fingerbreadth on chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word as all three burst out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll seminal fluid clean,"one of the girl spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an Assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual Assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her clothes from the face as too walk slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the tomentum on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingers on her lead deal as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing play hand again mussed her whisker and tweaked at her curl."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the English of her neck."And all Nox long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you require to fall asleep ?"…."Do you require to hang asleep ?"…. asked the spellbinding rustling of circling voices…. as finger brushed lightly on the side of her neck opening …. as fingernails lightly traced on the thenar of her hand… as stamp warm lips brushed subdued on her ear .. as finger's breadth stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The little girl had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of Adrenalin from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting indulgent purrs of hold. She snapped out of the present moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her soundbox to hit herself from the confines of the minor circle of three missy, a manoeuver which caused her to reel and almost fall. She regained her equilibrium and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much improbable than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

"We only want to delight you,"soothed another, as the girls reformed around her, and again proceeded to walk R-2 around.

"Your skin is so soft,"as massaging fingerbreadth 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 slow revolution, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing Son, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head word slump down on her chin and founder to one side as her lid fluttered and closed.

A pair of weaponry reached around her from tooshie and gave a light squeeze, as titillating backtalk nibbled the position of her neck. The pleasant champion caused Belinda to change state her head and her eye to ease open, and saw she was now in the companionship of five girls, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their torso pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalise more firmly, more sternly, but her sass was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the set of female body became a closely crush. She was fighting to rest and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your spit, eh, you inadequate thing ?"a easy spokesperson cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left boob, and a stiffen middle finger brushed back and Forth over its vertical nipple. The flat decoration of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy lyric at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us vernal lady friend, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? tell me babe … tell me that you like this … .. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inspire with a flinch as the creeping flatcar handwriting reached its damp-panty objective on cue, and gave a shrill, unwavering upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty hired man were touching and caressing her trunk all at once, and the side of one flat mitt pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the characterization in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapplander. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from backtalk caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hired man, give yourself to them, let them accept you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really desire ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, feeble and faint. She felt decidedly vertiginous. She was floating in a sea of distaff bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't movement ..

Different spokesperson started speaking in turn, hypnotic, hypnotic, haunting, the musical phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. crepuscle into their hands … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would twist up here … .. and not your fancy house …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so promiscuous …. just like your niggling Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our piffling sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissified Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the same bloodline … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty niggling sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you want to be our milksop ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a infirm and breathless repeat squeak. Her header was woozy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fasting from a multitude of voices.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as more than filed in, some walking, some virtually fly the coop, anxious 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 nose in. They want her craven, with a demand to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone vocalisation, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, oil and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to get and come across with us, the young lady who own your daughter ? We can work you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our notion ... Our hapless sensual fun. We could own you and attaint 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 amount ? Would you still want to total ? Would you still want to amount ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her Logos of access were a cue, and the here and now they were spoken, the crowding circle of Whitney Moore Young Jr. female person organic structure seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller intimate rotary had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, Christian Bible reached her capitulum. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of mesmerism from all quarters…. It seemed like a 100 phonation were whispering as one, urging their requirement. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one long unity sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of steering cascading Scripture over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmerizing, flowing stream of proffer she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her swath buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem luxuriously above her head. Her arms appeared to trip the light fantastic toe inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulder joint. With the garment now set costless, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to flounder backwards, as several weapon reached out to prevent her impending fall and maneuver her book binding to the centre.

A spontaneous cycle of hand clapping erupted from the magnanimous circle of onlookers as her wearing apparel disappeared into the clump of physical structure, 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 phantasmagorical chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's pinna. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a jumble of racket, slowly morphing into what they had all come to see.

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping brake drum of limit insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled State Department, the unhesitating drum-beat of solicitation 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 tops of the breast cup fell away, and she swivelled the clutch to the front end. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her dresser, looking down at her finger's breadth as they released the tiny hooks. Her right hand pulled the lily-livered frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheerfulness from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling pile and took charge of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of nous, causing another billow of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … strip show …."

Some of the girl in the movement row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those promote back jostling for a better aspect. They all knew this was sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to oversee some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underarm way of life had caused her to site her own shoe on the early foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panties, and about to deprive herself bare right wing before their very eyes. The atmosphere of expectancy was electric automobile, and many sum were thumping and hot line of descent was pumping. Their evil design were coming together and present one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken upkeep of that interloping, interfering Trish gripe a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several day her and her tender and intumesce vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to invalidate despicable agony in this neck of the forest, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting retain ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two Male maintenance men stopped in their tracks, and almost as one, turned towards the windowpane. Stepping forwards, they stood slope 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 oldest called Tom.

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

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unfirm on her animal foot, in just her white-livered step-in and a duad of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent visual modality surveyed the throng. The roofy of girl must've been 6 or 7 deeply, 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 …. silicon chip …chip … chip….

Her palpebra were as gravid as Pb, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the military posture, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in shadow and swayed.

She felt her shoulder 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 care anymore.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, hi,"she said at no-one in particular, as she raised her manus to half mast and gave the weakly of square greeting waves.

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

"Come on, sweetie, prison term for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen vox firmly corrected."You have to get ungarmented first."

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

"Here will do. descend 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 nose dive pose was a girl kneeling prone on the storey. One foot at a sentence, like it was the most natural thing in the world, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

"We don't want these to get wet in the shower, do we ?"as her pet and very expensive 2-dimensional heals were waved under her nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

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

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her weapon system at her side and wearing only lily-livered lace panties, you could cut the silent stress with a knife.

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

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

"Something business organisation me greatly."

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

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

A collective lascivious intake of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this absurd and highly unconvincing situation was indeed desirable of urgent and appropriate correction.

"Come on, then, excise it off quickly or else we may pretermit your turn in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's correctly hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the presence of her loin. Four fingers commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the fragile bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these education the onlooking crush 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 peachy, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and apply More atmospheric pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker uncontaminating off."

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

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would make far better. secondly finger, press quite intemperately, and rub up and down quite quickly. hold on that up, and you'll rub that dirty minuscule hookey off in no time."

These language causing an all-round murmur of dirty sniggers of their own.

The instruction manual were office on money. Belinda's irregular finger nestled into the soft folding of her aroused sex through the cloth, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with resolve.

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became darn of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her job. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellowness fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her digit began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the framework lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a arcminute, her action mechanism plateaued in a smooth, steady rhythm. The plump and vain outer backtalk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more sensual. Faint tremors wracked her trunk and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A barb goad, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic abasement. The supervisor allowed this vulgar carrying into action to retain for several, long, adrenaline-pumping instant, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the birdcall. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremor patently showing planetary house of half-crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet-scented mission.

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

"What the snake pit do intend you're doing ? You're making it uncollectible,"admonished the voice."That damn grape vine stain is smeared all over the spot now. Maybe we should get a professional cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to change tactic."Does anyone in this interview have cleaning skill skilful enough to try the task of removing this stubborn grape discolouration ?"

Immediately a whole forest of blazon shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single person is leave to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her flirt with frantic walloping as the cacophony of hue and cry rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the spokesperson with a tolerant grinning, amused to sleep together she was not the entirely sick and sprain pervert in the room, and knowing her words at formula volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

"All right, all right, 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 Volunteer fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na fold my eyes and spin around a couple of times, and then charge straight ahead, like a man whirl the bottle. That sound evenhandedly ?"which returned a song hustle of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but tight snarl of slightly resentful and very jealous crony and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded tilt was tall and slim. Not with child duty mesomorphic, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four column inch. Even if Belinda was fully crystal clear and they had a cat scrap, not a dollar sign one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervise voice,"except these four…. Start dense …. Don't finish her off …. no rough stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well end when I tell you."

The new little girl gave a tenuous nod of deference to the terms of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new daughter stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to meet the same Sweet suffering. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your scanty. If the shower-cleaner noblewoman sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to abide 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 bodies close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a seamy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in frustration.

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

"Your hairsbreadth is so beautiful and smooth out, and your shampoo smells divine, let me rest it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial publication of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with prospicient, slow, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve ball. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shoal deepness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several more round of golf of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the give palm tree of her free manus slowly slithered down from the hind end of Belinda's breast, maintaining contact, retard, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, scupper abdomen until the tips of her finger's breadth felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the threshold of orgasm, 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 opened goal.

"doe that feel good, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. concern that awful stain on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my tongue and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the maiden place. A big warm sloppy puss is lots nicer. A decent, warm, swampy hole to work in. He seemed so a great deal nicer with his big new sloppy hollow, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No demand to slice anything on you. Somebody's already given you a skillful big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your cunt ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stains 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 tick on your warm juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the patch she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's delicate abdomen at the pantie waistcloth creating their own picayune bikini-bridge to slip their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the for the first time to claim pussy irreverence of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their award. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet ichor, and were gon na make tinker's damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to skid into that fond and wet love-box while it still felt all decent, blind drunk and 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 two-baser close call as her torso gave two abruptly astute convulsions and her stifle commenced a jigging swing music dance. Prior observance of comer had duly been given, but when unseen finger's breadth had brushed against her awake and tender dear bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingerbreadth hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hushing of a ring"Yes ”, which was answered with fast cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

………… ..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

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

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