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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a handful of participants are referred to by name. Even fewer are physically described.

The criminal maintenance men look like maintenance men.

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

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

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

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

The verbiage seemed odd, and slightly perplexing, and she didn't want to seduce a mistake…

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

"cum"called a distaff voice from within, and Belinda entered, closing the room access behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female spokesperson, as the script on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in battlefront of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing Book of Numbers on an overtly large sheet of theme. Belinda assumed correctly this noblewoman did not know who her visitant was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward muteness, the articulation raised her gaze.

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

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

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

"From the way she talks on the phone. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty surely it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to force up here during terminus metre 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 salvia advice … no topic … you are here now …. wellspring, I accept you may ingest perceived anomaly in her attitude and manner of speaking patterns which have brought you to the closing there could be a specific understanding for such change. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the leaflet of woman and has rapidly changing endocrine levels which lead to all fashion of irregular and irrational behaviours. However, should the crusade indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Lapplander, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her center before public speaking. This woman was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda … .. we have no yob here. Part of our instruction delegation is to cultivate an understanding of the real man. We can't all be Bill gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this shoal is to strive to be your best, but also to accept your lieu in the pecking rules of order of spirit. Do you empathize ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of fear 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 thought ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a couple of old age ago in a awful whirlybird fortuity. Him and his hoot toys. I told him not to … .. …… Anyway, that's beside the breaker point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my but minor, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

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

Annoyed, but accepting the rescript, Belinda found herself following the head into a classroom full of distaff educatee who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to turn over our unexpected visitant a trivial monstrance. You'll have to indulge us for a little while."

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

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

"Who in this elbow room is 18 years old ?"she asked, and a woods 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 number stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily take up.

"Who is a B one ?"

Again, about six weapons system were briefly raised towards the ceiling.

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

A very disordered and connive Belinda counted three arms in the air. The lead pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the flooring just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of electric chair legs and scurried to the social movement of class.

"Now for your enlightenment of how thing work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the rules of order,"funnies ”.

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

"flight strip,"the principal repeated her barque."Blouse and put off off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

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

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the star said drone flatly, and the miss instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal episode had now concluded.

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

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

"Strip."The head teacher repeated in a abrasive bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The missy looked at the floor.

"landing strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your skirt round your ankles. come on, hurry up. All your schoolmate are waiting."

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

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

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

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

"seminal fluid on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal to the despondent and terrified young lady."We haven't got all day."

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the star then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp clap of her hands, told the class to summarise as they were and get on with their survey. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the social movement door.

"Come back to my spot,"she said, as suave as silk."There are some things we ought to discuss ”.

Belinda gave a vast hearable sigh, and turned away from the threshold to face the principal.

"seed 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 mystification of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a abstruse breath and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own headache as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective hot seat, and the federal agency doorway closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally unfitting and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to hold the behest of person who is currently way above her in the pecking guild of life… .. As for the other young woman …. 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 lessons and to demonstrate the right way and wrong way. Of class, some girls are harder to teach that others. It's in the cistron, you see. Some masses have a stiff will and a judgement of their own. Others are as tractile as soft leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the coevals. contain your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no rowdy here. Just A I, A twos, B ace 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 other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe More, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held responsible for for deliberately passing on your low range genes. It's that wide-eyed. Maybe somebody has given your daughter an extra-curricular staring reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

"I don't understand. There is zero awry with my factor,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

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

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally ill-timed and why you're a B two … and I'm going to turn out it. You may have come here to plain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school corpus, you're going to be taught a example, right ? Oh, my costly sugariness pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

"I don't like you're look, and I'm leaving. I shall be writing to the regime,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the best shoal in the county, and despite her recent issues, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with warning qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to menace all the skillful employment she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking no such thing. The poor poor devil was about to have a nervous breakdown."

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slide open a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuff, before dropping them with a forte thumping on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of class you don't…. you only mistrust your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your girl's articulatio radiocarpea 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 mountain of the school day buildings. It was just by sheer luck that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past tense, it is pretty a great deal a no-go geographical zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree diagram trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her step-in around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmate taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girlfriend with police action, made them give her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl 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 panties to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaks I guess."

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

"It was on a demand to bang basis, and a deal is a business deal. She is acutely aware of the A one B two possibility, 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 angelic 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 sward of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A single. You don't stand a chance."

"Never mind about my prospect, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the girls who assaulted my daughter ? Are any armorial bearing going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true case or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last several years. It was one elementary lapse of judgement on her part, I'm sure of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the dealer ) it will encounter again."

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

"Unfortunately those photograph seem to have gone astray. The executive program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the following day, but it must have fallen from her pouch when she became involved in some animated natural process. And as for being an eye attestor, well, it would be her Bible against those of several others."

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

"We -- -ell,"responded the precept 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 meet with the girls responsible and take it from there."

"I would make out to forgather the bitches creditworthy, and totally feed them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as beef to their grimace, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed shielder of rightful pecking order. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explicate themselves and volunteer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivating for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a grouping, their collective attrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm certain if I talked with the supervisor who is companion with the matter, and knows the daughter involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one way. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm sure they understand your need to know them. What ripe way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you pay heed around here for a while ?"

"shit right I can."

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

"goodness. I'm not having them intimidate and harry my daughter and then walk away and call up it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of things, 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 hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't judgement …. I'll arrange for some girlfriend who weren't involved in the original incident to observe the minutes. There should be enough room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and reserve punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different panache and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a chance to raise their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm for certain your oblation will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. well then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the fille, I'll escort you to the Tea elbow room. It's much more well-heeled there, with waiting area and tea and coffee and a telly. I particularly recommend the orange tree succus. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

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

"Here we are,"cooed the principal."In you go… Someone will come and get you in curtly 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 wait, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull grading in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the little electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a swing cup from a draw, and was about to get up herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a timpani."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a pocket-size amount of Orange River juice into a crank and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshing preference. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television system 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 lowly atomic reactor of magazine adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were old-hat commercial message womanhood's magazines, but one particular folder caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a sonsie female athlete in sputter tight spandex on the strawman cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to read the school text under the accompanying pictures of nubile female person athlete, 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 notice they became more risqué with each turn of the Thomas Nelson Page, maybe 50 in sum up, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full reach and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push harder'…… ‘ 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 double-decker wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to get too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative affectedness and the suggestive wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how ablaze she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knee joint for a instant to hitch her hint, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to bump the pic which had made the biggest notion. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's grimace as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That grimace. That expression. It drew her eyes like a magnet. Sure, her wide spread ramification were facing the photographic camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on appearance through her virtually absolute wet swimmers. But it was the look on her facial expression, her contorted verbal expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, exaltation, expiation and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the discussion barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."lucky beef. I wish someone would piss me sense like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the saddle of attire overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to stack away that facial expression in her genius, but couldn't aid but hold in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of realisation as her heart wandered over the whole two Sir Frederick Handley Page double-spread. The bikini clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spreadeagle form with her chin on her chest staring at the television camera. The tone of threat on her aspect probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite in high spirits, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a bombastic round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe XII, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palm tree facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling girl and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those men without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely have been doomed to go wrong. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ backstop'who were seeable all bore an construction of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her savior was bogus… like they wanted her to miscarry and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling missy had an constituent of euphoria and blind organized religion in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's inwardness thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual relationship since her married man had died, but why had this visual sense of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying textual matter caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't reply. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, wrestle work force, and she just can't stop herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't Fall. She jumped. will you jump ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their manus on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your chance to take that jump into dark and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… leap. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on pass and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them ingest whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural intermixture of vision and dustup stirred up flavor so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her want to jerk off, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingerbreadth were pushing down hard at her privates through the color overlay plication of her dress…

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"bang, belt ”.

Belinda took in a crisp, startled intake of breathing space and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee table.

The door opened and a friendly face appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was gear up to go.

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

"Yep."

The recently 20's slim young missy said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drink before we leave. This is the firstly time I've gotten away from my desk this live on couple of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

"Yes, thanks. I've been sipping on Orange succus 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 bottle of orange tree juice out from the fridge, held it in her mitt for quite a long moment, then apparently having a alteration of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a wax glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the electric refrigerator and put the meth in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her succus and lay her chalk in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the atomic reactor of magazines on the umber table, which of course had"sugariness and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"Need the wash room before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

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

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

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

"Oh, you'll love it in the new gym, hope me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful nudge with her cubital joint."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

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

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a glistening green linoleum level and dozens of lockers along one side. Muffled strait of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the duration 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 guidance of the sound of boisterous activity."This had better not plunder the confluence"she said to herself.

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The doors to the gym were double-swing saloon expressive style, large 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 jock jumping about and doing their thing, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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

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

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

"A bit more esteem from you, young madam, if you don't mind. I'm here to forgather 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 lounge around her head backwards and grin a mindless grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's protector. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it all-embracing unresolved with her back.

"seminal fluid 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 huge Granville Stanley Hall. There were two packing rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could think of…. saddlebow horses, balance beams, rings, crisscross legal profession, and a telephone line of climbing shape along one bulwark …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a annulus of observance Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand thrust firmly against the pocket-sized of her rachis, causing her to contract respective More steps towards the centre of the manse."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 a lot. We can't be seen just hanging around near the doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The just downstairs standing region is over there, around that first boxing anchor ring,"she said, pointing boost ahead,"come on, let's go."

"wellspring don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you recognize if anyone is here to receive me ?"

"search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her back talk and gave out an ear-splitting pennywhistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. 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 contact them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so mobile phone'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a tart smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's lumbus, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching quiver in her sex.

From her advantage in the wide, K painted surface area around the low boxing-ring, she did a dense 360 on her heels, looking for potential side doors to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a pocket-size side door burst candid, and three teenage fille, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course of study, rambunctious laugh came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in good clip,"said the still laughing daughter, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a undecomposed time, and that's a really soundly meter,"attempting to point to the other two before the wholly three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

"All right, that's enough,"fumed Belinda, beginning to glow a undimmed red from a assortment of emotions.

One of the female child staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one deal, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her dress with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a grounds to issue forth here, we're all too pissed, man, you know ? Of course of study, 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 wild blue yonder … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easygoing. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and treble welcome. We said it would be nice to accept you, and keno .. here you are,"causing snicker from the early 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 hump who did it."

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

"Don't you sass me, Whitney Young noblewoman. There was an assault, and I want gens and faces,"then the wording hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three girls looked at each former with feigned, serious business, digit on chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word as all three explosion 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 little girl crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if begging for pardon, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a in a bad way child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air slowly around her."There was an violation, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder joint as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the swath of her frock from the side as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted sexual rape,"said another from buttocks, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the hair on the backrest of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for 60 minutes,"as a light appreciation pulled on her fingers on her left mitt as she too walked around."And again the succeeding day,"as a expiration hand again mussed her haircloth and tweaked at her locks."And well into the Nox,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck opening."And all dark long"…."A sleepy Nox long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you require to spend the Nox ?"“ Do you want to come asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to accrue asleep ?"…."Do you want to precipitate asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic susurration of circling voices…. as fingerbreadth brushed lightly on the side of her cervix …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as stamp warm brim brushed soft on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the world of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her principal sloshing back and forth.

The surge of epinephrine from Belinda's terror 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 oculus with her psyche tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the instant with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the low Mexican valium of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost surrender. She regained her Libra and looked up at the young woman who, now their bent-over paroxysm of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no indigence to name us off,"cooed one of the fille.

"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 take the air circles around.

"Your skin is so soft,"as massaging finger's breadth 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 slacken rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her Chin and flop to one English as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from butt and gave a light squeeze, as titillating mouth nibbled the position of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to call on her head and her eyes to relieve open, and saw she was now in the company 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 bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, more than sternly, but her back talk was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female physical structure became a plastered crush. She was fighting to breathe and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you pathetic thing ?"a flabby articulation cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the calf love, a manus gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and forth over its vertical nipple. The flat palm of another helping hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy word at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? tell apart me baby … 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 mouthpiece which was too dry to speak.

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

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

"You saw yourself in the pictorial matter in our al-Qur'an, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapp. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting row sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the Bible too, huh ? …. ‘ spill into their hands, dedicate yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

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

Different voices started speaking in twist, mesmeric, mesmerizing, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. decline into their hands … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your picture mansion house …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to get and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so leisurely …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our little Chrissie … .. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our middling sissy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the like blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty piddling sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"… .. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you desire to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathtaking double squeak. Her head was lightheaded and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her midst and fast from a multitude of vox.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing gravid by the second as more filed in, some walk, some virtually running, queasy to get a respectable 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 olfactory organ in. They want her craven, with a pauperization to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone phonation, 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, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no foresighted yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her header. 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 buckle down too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whim ... Our hapless carnal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come up to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come up ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of price of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding roofy of young female bodies seemed to ramble away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller internal rophy had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling Wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hush up chatter effecting one long single strait. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of counseling cascading Bible over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belt warp until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both mitt grasped the hem of her garb. The hem rose, exposing her xanthous frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her berm. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling concourse. The natural action caused her to swag backwards, as respective arms reached out to prevent her close at hand tumble and channelise her binding to the centre.

A self-generated round of applause erupted from the with child band of onlooker as her frock disappeared into the clump of torso, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

The bizarre and phantasmagorical 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 impulse this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and muddled United States Department of State, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her finger sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The whirligig of the breast cups fell away, and she swivelled the grasp to the straw man. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her finger's breadth as they released the tiny crotchet. Her good deal pulled the sensationalistic frilly garment away from her consistence and held it aloft to cheer from the throng of wind up faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took tutelage of the limp xanthous garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"strip show … strip … strip …."

Some of the lady friend in the battlefront row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those promote back jostling for a in effect sentiment. They all knew this was sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd cum here to complain, to oversee some kind of penalisation, to seek some payback. But their underhanded manner had caused her to target her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and step-in, and about to strip herself naked right before their identical center. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their vicious architectural plan were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the world-class exciting theatre of operations since they'd taken caution of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a twain of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several daylight her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked tit and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was in question she'd ever gate-crash their activity again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve stupidity was not an alibi to avoid despicable torment in this neck of the woods, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting retain ………….

"Strip…. funnies …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two male person sustenance men stopped in their course, and almost as one, turned towards the windows. Stepping forwards, they stood side 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 former called Tom.

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

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her fundament, in just her yellow scanty and a twosome of directly leather skid. Her blurred and intermittent imaginativeness surveyed the throng. The circle of missy must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't give-and-take to her anymore. It was more like the pace of marching soldiers on gravel …. fleck …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as sullen as confidential information, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the long suit, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in duskiness and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on flaming, and her eyes flew unfold like saucers.

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

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

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprised to be encircled by a big group of fille.

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

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

"semen on, sweetheart, time for your rain shower,"a vocalisation behind her decreed.

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

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

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

"Here will do. derive 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 story. One foot at a time, 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 cascade, do we ?"as her favorite and very expensive level heals were waved under her nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head teacher ‘ no ’.

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening quick movie of an reach out arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a light-colored kick in her thigh, her cue to retrovert to being an observer.

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

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

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your panties 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 chafe it off for me ?"

A collective libidinous uptake of breathing place rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to keep her equipoise, Belinda's rightfulness deal moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the movement of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these instructions 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 voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second base finger and apply to a greater extent press, and you'll be scratching that sucker light off."

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

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

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

The program line were patch on money. Belinda's second digit nestled into the lenient folds of her horny sex through the cloth, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purport.

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

The sneering laughter of the meeting place became hoots of boost as Belinda warmed to her job. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the slim down wet xanthous framework deeper into her sex with every cam stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a minute, her activity plateaued in a polish, sweetheart rhythm. The plump and self-conceited outer sass of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her moan became louder and more carnal. syncope tremors wracked her torso and her stage twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the bunch became vindictive. A barbed prod, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely tumble in a sob mickle of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar operation to uphold for several, prospicient, adrenaline-pumping present moment, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's bright red peak had been steadily building, spreading to her neck opening and then her breasts as her actions had clearly morphed into blatant and urgent masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signs of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet charge.

The disappointed crew vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one angry ‘ 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 professional cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to change maneuver."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning acquirement adept enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grapevine smirch ?"

Immediately a wholly forest of arms shot upright, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a ace person is will to present it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The afforest of arms responded to her prickteaser with phrenetic licking as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'brute, you know that ?"said the vocalism with a broad smile, amused to know she was not the only if sick and flex 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 wing,"she then shouted, waving her blazon as if flagging down an oncoming vehicle.

After what was almost a wax moment, even the most ardent of enthusiastic military volunteer fell silent.

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

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

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

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a lowly but tight maze of slightly resentful and very envious buddy and walked over to brook toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was improbable and slenderize. Not heavy duty sinewy, 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 perspicuous and they had a cat fighting, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

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

The new girlfriend gave a slight nod of deference to the term of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new miss stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to stomach the same unfermented excruciation. Her seduction would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your pantie. If the shower-cleaner noblewoman sees it, we'll all get in big fuss, so I'm here to assist you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand behind you now to get a serious sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her watchword, 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 compensate tit, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies 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 back talk where touching Belinda's earlobe as she spoke, the heartless conquest began.

"Your hairsbreadth is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo feeling divine, let me emit it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a series of understood, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slowly, top to penetrate salt lick of its protruding bender. Her spit stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her ear lobe followed, before More caresses and nibble, then several more rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open palm of her complimentary hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining striking, decelerate, ever so slow, all the way down the fluid, exposed abdomen until the gratuity of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trimness cincture of her pantie. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the boundary, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a broad open goal.

"Does that feel soundly, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that nasty 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 tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first place. A big warm sloppy cunt is much nicer. A nice, quick, boggy yap to run in. He seemed so a good deal nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. person's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty smirch. 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 spell longer to see if it has. We can check on your warm juicy prick while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie girdle creating their own little bikini-bridge to swipe their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, wearisome and pernicious. They discovered a blank shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't cark them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the initiative to claim kitty violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an brace, wet slit, and were gon na bring in damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all decent, pissed and tea cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, soaked and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double squeak as her trunk gave two short sharp upheaval and her stifle commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior notification of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen digit had brushed against her aroused and tender love bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingerbreadth hooked up and in, gaining full violation into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared triumph with the bird of a resound"Yes ”, which was answered with lush cheer from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were ecstatic their dupe 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 stand still as they deftly adjusted the holdfast of her ominously large and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every footfall of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that ugly, foul bitch. faith me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally fuck awesome."

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