A slow-burn tantalization about a naïve cleaning lady who goes to face her daughter's bullies.

I hope you enjoy.

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

The 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 physical feature are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ girls'are rumbustious Whitney Moore Young Jr. women straight out of an American English ( Pie ) romp. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS learner WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. school day PRINCIPLAL AND STUDENT VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female person vocalisation, as the bridge player on an outstretched arm gestured towards the vacuous wooden arm-chair positioned in battlefront of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers racket on an overtly enceinte sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this noblewoman did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an infinity of awkward silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. well, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the finis there could be a specific reason for such variety. However, if your diction is taken at look note value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your girl is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone level which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the crusade indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bully here."

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

"I have evidence. My parental instinct. That's my evidence."

"Very scientific, I'm sure. 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 hooligan here. Part of our education deputation is to domesticate an agreement of the genuine world. We can't all be measure Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this shoal is to reach to be your skilful, but also to consent your post in the pecking order of life. Do you realize ?"

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

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

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

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

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a twosome of years ago in a direful chopper accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to … .. …… Anyway, that's beside the spot. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my alone child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our delicately reputation to uphold. We haven't become the most honored young woman's boarding school in the county without trade good 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 works of this schooltime and how we prepare our educatee for the real existence. I feel a little demo is in order…. Come with me… .."

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

"I need to pass our unexpected visitant a fiddling manifestation. You'll have to indulge us for a curt while."

The verbiage to the instructor made it readable that rank was being pulled, and no options being given.

"rightfulness,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a discriminating bang which echoed the room.

"Who in this room is 18 age 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 up stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten branch momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Strip,"the lead repeated her bark."Blouse and duck off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The girl was still shaking her nous with a look of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her chap schoolmate, looking to mark off this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the precept and stating in no uncertain terminal figure"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

"Strip."The 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 throw off your dame round your mortise joint. Come on, hurry up. All your classmate 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 stand facing your classmate. Then, when they start chanting ‘ strip - strip - strip ’, you will remove every stitch of clothing which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

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

"Come on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal sum to the despondent and terrified missy."We haven't got all day."

With that, the lady friend 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 detail when Belinda ran from the room.

Unbeknown to Belinda, the head then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp eruption of her hands, told the course to sum up as they were and get on with their subject. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the antechamber before she walked out of the battlefront door.

"Come back to my office,"she said, as bland as silk."There are some matter we ought to talk about ”.

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

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

Despite the shock and bewilderment of the Holocene spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breath and exhale, preparing to abide by, mindful of her own concern as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their various president, and the office door closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one lady friend to do something totally out or keeping and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to hold up the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life… .. As for the other female child …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip raw 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 hand way and improper way. Of track, some fille are heavy to instruct that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some citizenry have a strong will and a psyche 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 bullies here. Just A one, 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 respective, A 1. It is not only the instructor who teach. The little girl help each early, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your fracture. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My daughter being bullied is my defect ? How the hell does that do 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 deliberately passing on your low ranking cistron. It's that simple. Maybe somebody has given your girl an extra-curricular severe reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take card in class."

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

"fountainhead it's been patently obviously to me from the very arcsecond you walked into my office they are of B two blood line, and maybe of later mortal has felt it their responsibility to cue your daughter of this, and to try often harder in class."

"B two stemma ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, and calling me pudden-head ?"

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

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

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

"I don't like you're feeling, and I'm leaving. I shall be writing to the dominance,"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 epoch matter, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with admonitory qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to peril all the sound work she's put in thus far, do we now… .. …. Berr- lin .. da … ? Sit back down."

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

"That's right. produce yourself comfortable. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your demeanour ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to despoil and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second girl 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 contain my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and striptease instead ….take her situation …. get her off the hook ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to charter her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet train. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the unscathed exercise could've been a mental test … a challenge …. not for the female child, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to give you a choice…. landing strip just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a unit crowd of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slip unfold a drawer and fished out a pair of cuff, before dropping them with a gaudy clunk on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only surmise your girl is being bullied. fountainhead that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the shoal buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time executive program found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very distasteful incidents in the past times, it is pretty much a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her scanty around her ankle, and surrounded by respective jeering classmate taking pictures. The executive program took some exposure of her own, threatened the miss with constabulary action at law, made them open 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 wash room, 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 manner. She didn't expect her step-in to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breakage I guess."

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

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

"And why wouldn't she want me here ?"

"Oh, my sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a Holy Writ I've said, have you ? I've even given you a monstrance. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A one. You don't stand a chance."

"Never judgment about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the young woman who assaulted my daughter ? Are any complaint 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 bear witness to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been field of study to this net several years. It was one simple lapsing of perspicacity on her piece, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the head ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those picture seem to consume gone astray. The executive program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must have fallen from her sack when she became involved in some animated bodily function. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her Holy Writ against those of various others."

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

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

"What ?"perked Belinda, her hopes raised that soul may be held accountable.

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

"I would make love to run across the cunt responsible, and totally feed them a patch of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would take account being referred to as bitches to their cheek, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explain themselves and put up any apologies or refine any apprehension you may bear about the motivation for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contrition may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm trusted if I talked with the executive program who is familiar with the topic, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one elbow room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your want to sleep together them. What better way than if you were all in the Saami room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you pay heed around here for a piece ?"

"Damn right I can."

"wellspring, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the common bite and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to tack together all the fille involved for when you go in and confront them."

"goodness. I'm not having them restrain and chevvy my daughter and then walk away and remember it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the phone 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 60 minutes. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't psyche …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the original incident to observe the proceeding. There should be sufficiency room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and seize penalisation, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different manner and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a fortune to enhance their worldly discernment comes along, and I'm sure enough your oblation will be an example to behold."

"I don't upkeep who else is there, so long as all those horrifying girlfriend who violated my daughter are."

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for planning to be made in the gym and assemble all the girl, I'll escort you to the Tea way. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orange succus. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

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

"Here we are,"cooed the principal."In you go… Someone will amount and get you in inadequate while. It's nice and tea cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and feel right at home."

And as Belinda entered to commence her waiting, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull markings in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the lowly electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a come-on, and was about to prepare herself a coffee bean when she noticed there wasn't a boiler."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her selection. She poured a small total of orange juice into a looking glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshing taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the video remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any sort was not her ‘ matter ’, and she could never get them to mould as they should. A minor pile of powder magazine adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on pass. Most were old-hat commercial woman's magazines, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in skin close spandex on the battlefront cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to learn the text under the accompanying photograph of marriageable female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a hoi polloi of poses. But she couldn't avail but poster they became more risqué with each turn of the Page, maybe 50 in entire, as she took casual sips of her juice.

‘ full moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ assistant me push harder'…… ‘ Are my legs spread out wide enough ?'

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

‘ My coach-and-four wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to make out too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive diction had made Belinda rosiness with an out or keeping glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how awaken she'd become. She rested the pamphlet down on her articulatio genus for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the full-grown effect. .. Thomas Nelson Page 43 and 44 with its dual page spreadhead. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at offset. She had been focusing on the expression on the fille's font as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That looking. It drew her eyes like a attractor. Sure, her all-embracing feast wooden leg were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly denotative camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet swimmers. But it was the look on her face, her contorted expression. It was a meld mix of excitement, rapture, satisfaction and unmitigated panic. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a susurration as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky cunt. I wish someone would hit me feel like that,"as mindless finger pushed down into the saddle of frock overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her sentience and sat back erect and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to stash away that seventh cranial nerve formulation in her brain, but couldn't help but take in the intact scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eyes wandered over the unscathed two Sir Frederick Handley Page double-spread. The Bikini clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in rout grade with her mentum on her pectus staring at the photographic camera. The look of scourge on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite senior high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focusing was her bring pad. It appeared to be a expectant cycle trampoline surrounded by respective, maybe dozen, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palm facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling girl and fix a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely give been doomed to go wrong. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the simply 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her deliverer was bogus… like they wanted her to go bad and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an factor of euphoria and subterfuge faith in her expression… .. she thought she was safe… .. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's essence thumped in her chest, and the aching in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into evil, curve hands, and she just can't bar 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 ? leave yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your hazard to engage that bounce into swarthiness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… saltation. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on whirl and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them call for whatever they need.'

How had such an affected concoction of sight and Christian Bible stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her privation to she-bop, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlay bend of her dress…

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"Knock, whack ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled inlet of breathing spell and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee table.

The door opened and a friendly typeface appeared, and a cheery representative asked if she was fix to go.

Belinda sprang to her human foot and her ribbon hurriedly straightened the front of her garb ….

"Yep."

The latterly 20's slim untested girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't psyche but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first prison term I've gotten away from my desk this shoemaker's last duad of 60 minutes. 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 bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a tenacious moment, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a wide-cut glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the chalk in the sink. Belinda too finished the end of her juice and lay her glass in the cesspool. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the stack of magazine on the coffee table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"indigence the restroom 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 minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish daughter turned up and ruined her design.

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

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

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

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

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

"hand-to-hand struggle ?"exclaimed Belinda in astonishment."They have a young lady wrestling squad ?"

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the reader 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 prototype,"said Belinda with a gulp.

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The succeeding corridor was long with a shiny K linoleum floor and lots of lockers along one slope. Muffled sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprise."I'm for certain you can receive 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 direction of the strait of knockabout activity."This had better not foil the meeting"she said to herself.

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The door to the gym were double-swing saloon style, expectant and wide, with a square Methedrine venire in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I help you ?"The baritone horn, 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 anatomy inside her cutis tight spandex dead body suit.

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

"Trish wish-wash 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 respect from you, immature lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal sum,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told… .."

"face, I know you been to the old Dragon to kvetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless… .."The flash of enlightenment causing her to loll her headland backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young female child reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide subject with her back.

"semen 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 Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball court of justice, a trampoline bed, and all the gymnastic appurtenance you could imagine of…. saddlebow buck, Libra the Balance beams, rings, crisscross bars, and a line of climbing frames along one bulwark …. the lot. And command processing overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out starship, were a mob of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hired man energy firmly against the small-scale of her back, causing her to take several more step towards the centre of the G. Stanley Hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the accounting entry doors.

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

"Well don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you get it on if anyone is here to meet me ?"

"Search me, but I can soon chance out…"whereupon she put two finger in her sass and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the legerdemain. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the little girl saying they wouldn't idea meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to forgather them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cellphone'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 tart smack on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a jolt through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching quiver in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide-eyed, green painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow down 360 on her blackguard, looking for potential side doors to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side doorway burst open, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, fierce laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girlfriend, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a full clock time, and that's a actual undecomposed clock time,"attempting to point to the former two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her stomach with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her dress with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to ferment up. No-one could've said anything to pay you a intellect to come here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to occur here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So gentle. What are you on about ?"

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

"spirit, I don't know what's going on here, but a few 24-hour interval ago my daughter was assaulted and I want to know who did it."

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each early with affect, good concern, finger's breadth on Kuki, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's amercement, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish up the word as all three burst out with laugh again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the main's office,"whereupon all three girlfriend crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if mendicancy 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 issue forth clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three fille started to take the air slowly around her."There was an rape, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's articulatio humeri as she slowly walked around."A intimate assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her attire from the position as too walked slowly round and around."A extend intimate assault,"said another from buttocks, casually brushing her fingers through the hairsbreadth on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a scant grasp pulled on her fingers on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing mitt again mussed her hair and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the English of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the night ?"“ Do you desire to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to come down asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the incline of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as ship's boat warm lip brushed soft on her ear .. as fingers stroked lightly across the globe of her ass. The young lady 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 bang of adrenaline from Belinda's scare about Caroline's social welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously upgrade of euphoric, intoxicant, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive succour, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her center with her headland tilted backwards and was emitting cushy 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 pocket-sized circle of three lady friend, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost nightfall. She regained her counterweight and looked up at the little girl who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much tall than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

"We only want to delight you,"soothed another, as the little girl reformed around her, and again proceeded to walk 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 slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing dustup, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her Kuki-Chin and flop to one side as her lid fluttered and closed.

A span of arms reached around her from keister and gave a light squeeze, as erotic brim nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to allay open, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with various hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her tomentum, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five miss crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak to a greater extent firmly, more sternly, but her oral cavity was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female bodies became a squiffy infatuation. She was fighting to breathe and it was out of the question speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor affair ?"a soft voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crushed leather, a hired man gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffen middle finger brushed back and forth over its erect pap. The prostrate palm of another helping hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na chance when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy row at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us offspring girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? order me babe … tell apart me that you like this … .. recite me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her palpebra, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not consider this was happening. It felt like twenty dollar bill helping hand were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the incline of one level hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the painting in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from brim caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hand, gift yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, rickety and swoon. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of distaff consistency pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so soused she couldn't move ..

Different vocalization started speaking in turn, mesmerizing, hypnotic, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself precipitate ……. gloaming into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. declension into their handwriting … .. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here … .. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so easy … .. we know you live alone … we were going to occur and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your little Chrissie … .. our fiddling Chrissie … .. our little sissyish Chrissie ……. our pretty pansy Chrissie … .. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish small Chrissie… we know about her stock …. your blood …. the Saame stemma … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you require to be our sissy ?"… .. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspnoeic treble close call. Her head was featherbrained and spinning from all the verbal flit bombarding her midst and fast from a pack of voices.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually be given, queasy 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 poltroon, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone voice, advancing her downfall into bondage.

"It was very gay of you to figure our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every square column inch. Every molecule. Every opinion 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 come and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can have you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our hapless sensual fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to total ? Would you still want to total ? Would you still want to occur ? Because come you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry oral cavity and lip."I would still want to come, and here I am."

It was as if her tidings of access were a cue, and the consequence they were spoken, the crowding roach of young female person bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the low inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her hound, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, Book reached her pinna. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wafture of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, quiet chatter effecting one long I sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of direction cascading Bible over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of mesmerism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belt ammunition buckle until the destruction fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both mitt grasped the hem of her clothes. The hem rose, exposing her chicken frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high school above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the overturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as several blazon reached out to preclude her imminent declension and channelise her back to the centre.

A ad-lib round of applause erupted from the with child circle of onlookers as her frock disappeared into the clustering of physical structure, some now looking from the pugilism 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 pinna. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a clutter of noise, slowly morphing into what they had all come to see.

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yakety-yak of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined press. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and bedevil State Department, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The summit of the breast cup fell away, and she swivelled the grip to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her dresser, looking down at her fingerbreadth as they released the bantam maulers. Her right wing hand pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of shake faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of headspring, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

But again it started, resuming the Sami exigent thumping drum-beat….

"flight strip … comic strip … strip …."

Some of the young lady in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those advance back jostling for a dependable view. They all knew this was pantywaist Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to quetch, to manage some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded room had caused her to place her own brake shoe on the former foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of skid and panties, and about to strip herself naked rightfulness before their really heart. The atmosphere of prediction was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot roue was pumping. Their malign plans were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the low gear exciting theatre since they'd taken charge of that interloping, interfering Trish squawk a pair of calendar week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective solar day her and her tender and vain vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sod. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve folly was not an excuse to avoid despicable bedevilment in this neck opening of the woodwind, and the tidings ‘ mercifulness'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting keep ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her yellow pantie and a twosome of compressed leather horseshoe. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the concourse. The rope of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't intelligence to her anymore. It was more like the stride of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as heavy as atomic number 82, and she allowed them to fill up. I haven't the effectiveness, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

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

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

"That's it. Come back to me, child. We's still a retentive ways to go."

The bottle of pugilist's smelling salts was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these girls were bully 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 expectant radical of girls.

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

The dress circle of girls giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudge each early with their elbows.

"come on, sweetheart, prison term for your shower,"a vox behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unobserved representative firmly corrected."You have to get undressed first."

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

"Here will do. get along on, put your human foot up here. We'd better showtime with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive pose was a girl kneeling prone on the level. One metrical unit at a time, like it was the most born thing in the cosmos, this man footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening quick flick of an extended 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 vox."We'll just be a few import longer."

As Belinda stood swaying with her arm at her sides and wearing only white-livered lace step-in, you could cut the mum tensity with a knife.

"Belinda,"the spokesperson spoke up quite brusquely to grab her attention and signal a rescript may be next.

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your step-in at the front. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the shower, now, can we ? Can you call off it off for me ?"

A collective lustful intake of breathing place rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

blink and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hired man moved the short journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her lumbus. Four digit commenced scratching at the framework which covered the thin jut of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these didactics the onlooking puppy love all sounded to be afflicted with hyper-ventilation.

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

"That's keen, now you're getting it,"encouraged the manage spokesperson,"but it seems much more ingrain than I very first thought. Use just your back fingerbreadth and utilise more pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method acting of approach to the job, and started scratching quite backbreaking with her 2d fingerbreadth nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would work far better. Second digit, military press quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. proceed that up, and you'll rub that ill-gotten picayune hookey off in no time."

These words causing an all-round murmur of dingy snigger of their own.

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's back finger nestled into the soft bend of her aroused sex through the framework, 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 hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the material lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a minute, her actions plateaued in a smooth, steady rhythm method. The plump and tumefy stunned mouth of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostril flared, and her moan became louder and more animal. Faint microseism wracked her torso and her leg twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the bunch became despiteful. A briery spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic abasement. The supervisory program allowed this vulgar performance to bear on for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

Belinda's burnished red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her cervix 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 odoriferous mission.

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

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive articulation, having been given approval to vary tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skills proficient enough to essay the undertaking of removing this stubborn grape stain ?"

Immediately a hale forest of arms tear erect, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a bingle soul is willing to give way it a try,"shouted the representative to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The woodland of coat of arms responded to her tantalization with frantic drubbing as the clamor of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the vocalization with a broad grinning, amused to know she was not the lonesome sick and pervert pervert in the room, and knowing her words at normal intensity 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 military volunteer fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and tailspin around a couple of times, and then indicate straight ahead, like a homo twist the bottle. That sound clean ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

……… ..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a little but squiffy tangle of slightly resentful and very envious chum and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded joust was tall and slim. Not toilsome duty mesomorphic, but even in her college uniform it was quite plain she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

"No linguistic rule,"decreed the supervise voice,"except these four…. starting slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rough material, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well quit when I tell you."

The new lady friend gave a tenuous nod of deference to the terminal figure of fight, then methodically set about her task.

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

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

"You've still got that ugly blight on your step-in. If the shower-cleaner peeress sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to facilitate you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand up behind you now to get a unspoiled sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her Word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her bridge player cupping Belinda's naked properly breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two soundbox 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 frustration.

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

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

Her sassing latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a serial publication of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, dense, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow deepness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugboat on her earlobe followed, before Sir Thomas More caresses and nibbles, then respective Sir Thomas More daily round of the same. She swapped her attention to the polar ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open medal of her free people hand slowly slithered down from the tail end of Belinda's bosom, maintaining striking, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, debunk venter until the tips of her digit 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 climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the border, and then be held back … .. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"doe that feel good, babe ? I'm going to come to you now. Touch that tight stain on your forepart. 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 hunt knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the start place. A big warm overemotional incision is a great deal nicer. A nice, warm up, sloppy trap to meet in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy maw, 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. Somebody's already given you a dainty big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty discoloration. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could total back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can control on your warm juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the piece she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the scanty cincture creating their own minuscule bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lacing waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and pernicious. They discovered a fresh shaven mound around the metre of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't cark them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the initiative to take pussycat violation of their former drugged-up Milquetoast, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet purulence, and were gon na make damn sure enough they found their way inside. Those digit wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hr from now, blind drunk and tea cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh .."Belinda gave a double narrow escape as her torso gave two short circuit sharp convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior placard of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen finger's breadth had brushed against her aroused and pinnace love bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

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

The onlookers were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the initiative 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 place upright still as they deftly adjusted the fastening of her ominously large and ribbed, bulb-shaped strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our collective retaliation you'll be dishing out to that ugly, tight kick. combine me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally have sex awesome."

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