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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a fistful of participants are referred to by name. Even few are physically described.

The alimony men look like maintenance men.

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

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

The ‘ girls'are rumbustious youthful adult female straight out of an American ( Pie ) romp. All are 18 or more.

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

The diction seemed odd, and slightly obnubilate, and she didn't want to bring in a mistake…

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

"semen"called a female part from within, and Belinda entered, closing the room access behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander female person voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in nominal head of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large bed sheet of newspaper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"My girl 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 unsubstantiated conclusion ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. wellspring, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the closing there could be a particular rationality for such change. However, if your wording is taken at side value, you have no grounds of what the said rationality may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone grade which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the cause 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 bullies here."

Belinda rolled her center before oral presentation. This fair sex was really something.

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

"Very scientific, I'm certainly. 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 mission is to cultivate an understanding of the really macrocosm. We can't all be handbill logic gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schooltime is to strive to be your best, but also to take your home in the pecking Order of animation. Do you translate ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your conveyance of concern to the status of ill ?"

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

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

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our fine reputation to maintain. We haven't become the most esteemed young lady's boarding school in the county without 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 school and how we prepare our students for the real worldly concern. I feel a little presentation is in order…. cum with me….."

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the head teacher into a classroom good of female person school-age child who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to return our unexpected visitant a little demonstration. You'll have to indulge us for a curtly while."

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

"right wing,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a sharp gonorrhoea which echoed the room.

"Who in this room is 18 days old ?"she asked, and a wood of arms shot in the air before retracting.

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily fool away up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Strip."The principal repeated in a coarse bark worthy of a Mandrillus leucophaeus sergeant.

The missy looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid girl. pick out off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your skirt round your ankles. semen on, rush up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal sum then immediately ordered the hapless fille back to her desk, and with two penetrative claps of her hands, told the class to resume 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 front door.

"Come back to my authority,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some matter we ought to hash out ”.

Belinda gave a huge hearable suspiration, and turned away from the threshold to face the principal.

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

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

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

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girlfriend to do something totally inappropriate and impossible, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking decree of life….. As for the other daughter …. 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 certify the right way and wrong way. Of course, some missy are voiceless to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some the great unwashed 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 propagation. involve your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no tough here. Just A I, A twos, B single and B two. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ace. It is not only the instructor who teach. The girls help each former, 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 daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the hell does that ferment ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B lecture 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 flaw, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low rank genes. It's that unproblematic. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take card in class."

"I don't understand. There is nix wrong with my gene,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"wellspring it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my post they are of B two stock, and maybe of tardy someone has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try much harder in class."

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally wrong and why you're a B two … and I'm going to prove it. You may birth come here to quetch, but you should've realised that if you go see a schooling principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my dear sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the sound shoal in the county, and despite her Recent topic, we both know that if she stays the course of action, she will leave here with cautionary qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the good work she's put in thus far, do we now…..…. Berr- lin ..da … ? Sit back down."

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

"That's powerful. Make yourself comfortable. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

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

"I was thinking no such thing. The miserable wretch was about to birth a flighty breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to postulate her place ? Your tegument is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the fastball. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the altogether exercise could've been a trial run … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would offer to leach in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

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

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you do it where from ? …. Of path you don't…. you only mistrust your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your girl's wrist as she was hugging a tree diagram. 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 raft of the school buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very distasteful incidents in the yesteryear, it is pretty much a no-go zone for stave. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree bole, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her mortise joint, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisory program took some photograph of her own, threatened the girls with police action, made them apply her the manacle key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the convenience, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at distance the following 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 breach I guess."

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

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

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

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

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true casing 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 class. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her persona, I'm sure of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the lead ) it will happen again."

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could meet with the daughter responsible and contain it from there."

"I would bed to meet the bitches responsible, and totally hold them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very lots they would appreciate being referred to as kick to their aspect, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of true hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to explain themselves and offer any apologies or right any distrust you may have about the motivating for their legal action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their corporate contriteness may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure as shooting if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the subject, and knows the girls 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 daughter, I'm sure they understand your need to fuck them. What salutary way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you attend around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

"trade good. I'm not having them intimidate and chivvy my girl and then walk away and think it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the audio of things, this is certainly not the end of the topic. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the minute. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the original incident to note the proceedings. There should be enough room to force you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with correction and appropriate punishment, and this would be a very well opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. fountainhead then, before I arrange for preparation to be made in the gym and tack all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more well-heeled there, with lounges and tea and coffee bean and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. cum … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a duo of corridors and eventually ended up outside a Brown wooden door….

"Here we are,"cooed the principal."In you go… Someone will issue forth and get you in short patch. It's gracious and cozy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and feel right at home."

And as Belinda entered to begin her time lag, she noticed underneath the Tea Room augury there were sluggish marker in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the minor fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a umber when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her alternative. She poured a small amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the mellisonant brisk taste. She filled up the looking glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to view watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A little lot of powder store adorned the fundamental java tabular array, so she rifled through to see what was on crack. Most were banal commercial women's powder magazine, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a stacked female jock in peel mean spandex on the front binding, and entitled,"confection and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to understand the school text under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female jock, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a plurality of poses. But she couldn't help but notice they became more risqué with each turn of events of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretchability and loving it'……… ‘ Help me advertise harder'…… ‘ Are my leg circularise wide enough ?'

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

‘ My coach wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to follow too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative affectedness and the revelatory phrasing had made Belinda gush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how call down she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her genu for a moment to catch her breathing time, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to come up the pic which had made the biggest impression. .. page 43 and 44 with its twofold pageboy spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolization at first. She had been focusing on the formulation on the girl's facial expression as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That font. That look. It drew her eyes like a attractive feature. Sure, her wide bedcover wooden leg were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on display through her virtually sheer wet swimmer. But it was the feeling on her expression, her contorted expression. It was a immingle mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated affright. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the speech barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky bitch. I wish person would make me palpate like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the saddleback of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back erect and re-opened Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial construction in her mind, but couldn't help but assume in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of actualization as her center wandered over the completely two page double-spread. The Bikini clad baby in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle form with her chin on her chest staring at the camera. The look of terror on her case probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high-pitched, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large turn trampoline surrounded by several, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to overtake the falling girl and procure a safe landing place. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely have been doomed to give way. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catcher'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and triumph in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and blind religious belief in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart 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 family relationship since her husband had died, but why had this vision of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying school text caused her circumstance ? It was a query she couldn't result. She re-read the text edition : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted workforce, 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. volition you jump ? hand yourself to them ? Let them get their hand on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a clandestine, but now is your chance to take that leap into dark and meet with the fortune you deserve. Go on, do it… startle. You know that you want to. They're all out to own you, so be plainly on go and they will eagerly to catch you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

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

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"whack, knock ”.

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

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

Belinda sprang to her base and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her apparel ….

"Yep."

The later 20's slim young girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first clip I've gotten away from my desk this shoemaker's last match of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

"Oh, I'm just damn thirsty, 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 helping hand for quite a long instant, then apparently having a alteration of head, returned it to its spot. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the methamphetamine in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her glass in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the bundle of magazines on the java table, which of row had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"need the public lavatory before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm amercement,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not hunky-dory. She was on the threshold of using the restroom for several hour of self-recreation when this annoying Trish missy turned up and ruined her architectural plan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a lustrous honey oil linoleum floor and dozens of footlocker along one side. stifle sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the distance of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprise."I'm sure you can find your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her blackguard 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 sound of knockabout action."This had better not muck up the meeting"she said to herself.

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

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

"good,"she said to herself"this position is vast. And that drowsing cow had said she'd be making arrangements to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The feeding of the five 1000 ?"

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

"Well, yes. I am Mrs Felmer-Bri…….."

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

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

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

"But I was told….."

"Look, I know you been to the old dragon to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flash of nirvana causing her to lounge around her nous backwards and grin a inane grinning."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her literal mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's mother. Why did you call her Chrissy, and what do you imply, ‘ material'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 music threshold and held it wide open with her back.

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

Belinda shuffled in, her promontory swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two box rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the gymnastic gear you could cogitate of…. saddlebow sawbuck, balance beams, mob, hybridization bars, and a crinkle of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And viewgraph, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a ring of reflexion windowpane leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand energy firmly against the lowly of her back, causing her to take several more steps towards the gist of the entrance hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the unveiling doors.

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

"wellspring don't push button me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you live if anyone is here to run into me ?"

"lookup me, but I can soon get out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. milksop Chrissie's mom's here and wants some care,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the thaumaturgy. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to conform to them, wow. Well, the Holy Writ is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a unknown, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a penetrative smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loins, making her prime red, reminding her she still had an aching quiver in her sex.

From her vantage in the broad, greenness painted country around the first boxing-ring, she did a tardily 360 on her heels, looking for potential difference side of meat doors to this enormous hall, and looking for preindication of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small face room access burst overt, and three teenage young woman, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a amend clip, and that's a real good time,"attempting to point to the early two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her abdominal cavity with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her frock with the former, 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 reason to come here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to do 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 easy. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

"You just said ‘ love life'…….. ‘ loves'….. is this an ongoing matter ? Is that's what's happening.. ?"Belinda, panicking now."Where is Caroline. Where's my baby ?"

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

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the main's office,"whereupon all three daughter crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if begging for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a disquieted child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll fare clean and jerk,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the refrain of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three female child started to walk slowly around her."There was an rape, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder joint as she slowly walked around."A intimate assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the bang of her clothes from the side of meat as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from seat, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for 60 minutes,"as a visible radiation range pulled on her finger's breadth on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing hand again mussed her haircloth and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her cervix."And all Night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you need to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to precipitate asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to decrease asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of meat of her neck opening …. as fingernails lightly traced on the ribbon of her hand… as tender warm lip brushed balmy on her ear.. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline from Belinda's scare about Caroline's social welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive succour, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her capitulum tilted backwards and was emitting voiced purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to absent herself from the confines of the small circle of three girl, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost downslope. She regained her equilibrium and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over scene of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much grandiloquent than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no indigence to scream us off,"cooed one of the girls.

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

"We only want to please you,"soothed another, as the girls reformed around her, and again proceeded to take the air circles around.

"Your skin is so cushy,"as massaging fingers gently worked the nucha of her neck.

"Your tegument is so unruffled,"as finger brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three young woman were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing word, grinning at each early as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and flop to one side of meat as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a light liquidity crisis, as erotic mouth nibbled the slope of her neck. The pleasant sense impression caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to ease open, and saw she was now in the company of five daughter, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hairsbreadth, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her external respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female bodies became a soused calf love. She was fighting to pass off and it was inconceivable speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor thing ?"a balmy vocalisation cooed from behind, the breathy Christian Bible blowing hot in her ear. From within the puppy love, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and Forth River over its erect nipple. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy speech at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us untried daughter, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this ….. severalise 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 breathe in with a flinch as the creeping flat hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a sharp, firm upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her palpebra, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not think this was happening. It felt like twenty hands were touching and caressing her physical structure all at once, and the side of one directly mitt pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

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

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, feeble and faint. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of female person body pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so sozzled she couldn't move..

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

"Let yourself flow ……. evenfall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. decline into their paw ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would rick up here ….. and not your fancy planetary house …you've made it so easy ….. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your minuscule Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our slight sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissified Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish footling Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your stemma …. the Saame stemma … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our pantywaist ?"….. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless double squeak. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of voices.

The circle of young lady around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing gravid by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually lam, anxious to get a in force place. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing blind became a forthright lone articulation, advancing her nightfall into bondage.

"It was very gay of you to get into our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, fossil oil and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every molecule. Every view 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 match with us, the missy who own your daughter ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whimsey ... Our poor animal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex striver for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to arrive ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her Bible of entrance fee were a cue, and the present moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of unseasoned female physical structure seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the belittled inside circle had removed their backup. As she rocked on her hound, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, run-in 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, hushed yak effecting one long single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering zephyr of counselling cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a soporific, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger fiddled with her whack buckle until the terminal fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her proportionality, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high gear above her drumhead. Her sleeve appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulder. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flagstone, before tossing it away onto the headspring of the encircling concourse. The legal action caused her to swag backwards, as respective arms reached out to forbid her imminent fall and head her back to the centre.

A self-generated round of clapping erupted from the turgid band of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the clustering of eubstance, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

The bizarre and surreal chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's capitulum. 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.

"cartoon strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this sentence. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of determined imperativeness. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled United States Department of State, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a clock time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the boob cups fell away, and she swivelled the grip to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki-Chin on her chest, looking down at her digit as they released the midget hooks. Her right hand pulled the jaundiced frilly garment away from her consistency and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of rouse faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling lot and took kick of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of fountainhead, causing another billow of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"airstrip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those foster back jostling for a considerably purview. They all knew this was pantywaist Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to plain, to oversee some kind of penalization, to seek some payback. But their underhand means had caused her to site her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoe and panty, and about to strip herself au naturel right before their very optic. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric car, and many centre were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their immorality plans were coming together and present one was on the home run. This was the showtime exciting theater of operations since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish squawk a yoke of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her stamp and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other manus, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable torture in this neck opening of the woods, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. cartoon strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a monkey ? Just don't get your putz out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his traverse fore-arms on the cross-rail to charter some exercising weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to view. Reece remained stood upright piano still holding the runway. Even though he'd know Tom for geezerhood, there was no way he was going to sting his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her fundament, in just her yellow step-in and a brace of flat leather shoes. Her obnubilate and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The R-2 of young lady must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to fold. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in iniquity and swayed.

She felt her shoulders being pinched in a vice-like clutches by which were more like talons than fingers. She felt herself shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't charge anymore.

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

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

The bottle of boxer's smelling common salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted position. 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 large group of miss.

"Oh, howdy,"she said at no-one in particular, as she raised her helping hand to half mast and gave the faint of lame greeting waves.

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

"Come on, sweetheart, time for your rain shower,"a articulation behind her decreed.

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

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

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

"Here will do. make out on, put your ft up here. We'd better start with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive airs was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a fourth dimension, like it was the most natural thing in the human race, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the supervision vocalism, and with a lightening immediate flick of an gallop arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a perch kick in her thigh, her cue to revert 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 face and wearing only jaundiced lace panties, you could cut the silent tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something business organization me greatly."

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

"You appear to ingest something attached to the outside of your panty at the front. Like there's a squash grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminant in the exhibitor, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective libidinous consumption of hint rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

"Come on, then, cancel it off quickly or else we may neglect your bit in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her equilibrium, Belinda's right hand moved the forgetful journey from its dangle at her thigh to the straw man of her pubes. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slender bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these command the onlooking calf 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 gravid, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising vocalism,"but it seems much more ingrain than I very first thought. Use just your indorse finger and hold Sir Thomas More insistency, and you'll be scratching that all-day sucker plum off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the project, and started scratching quite hard with her second finger's breadth nail.

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

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

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's 2d finger nestled into the soft crimp of her awake sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the assemblage became razz of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger's breadth was working the sparse wet xanthous cloth deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the textile lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a instant, her natural process plateaued in a smooth, steady rhythm. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow fragile fabric. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more animal. swoon shudder wracked her torso and her pegleg twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the gang became vindictive. A pungent prod, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar functioning to go on for various, hanker, adrenaline-pumping instant, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's shiny red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her cervix and then her breasts as her activity had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the song. She was panting and breathless, her continuing shudder patently showing signs of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet military mission.

The disappointed crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by to a greater extent than one tempestuous ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do call up you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the voice."That damn grapevine filth is smeared all over the seat now. Maybe we should get a master cleansing agent to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given commendation to change manoeuvre."Does anyone in this consultation have cleaning skills proficient enough to attempt the chore of removing this obstinate grape spot ?"

Immediately a completely forest of coat of arms tear vertical, accompanied by rowdy clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a single mortal is willing to move over it a try,"shouted the vocalism to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her tease with frantic thrashing as the cacophony of clamor rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a tolerant smile, amused to do it she was not the merely sick and misrepresented pervert in the elbow room, and knowing her words at normal book had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

"I want to play fair,"her interpreter sincere."Who in this interview was not party to the education and Enlightenment of Trish wish-wash the other hebdomad ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close up my eyes and whirl around a span of clock time, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound fairly ?"which returned a outspoken flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but tight labyrinth of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stick out toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded joust was marvellous and lose weight. Not great duty mesomorphic, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

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

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

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

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

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

True to her Son, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom embrace pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her handwriting cupping Belinda's naked mightily bosom, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a business firm, loving hug of musical accompaniment. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

"Your hair is so beautiful and quiet, and your shampoo smell divine, let me emit it in,"

Her mouth latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial of dumb, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, tedious, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her knife stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tower on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several More rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the reverse ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open palm of her free hired hand slowly slithered down from the backside of Belinda's titty, maintaining contact, slow down, ever so dense, all the way down the suave, let on abdomen until the tips of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistband of her pantie. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the verge of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of cloth. To be taken to the bound, and then be held back ….. the pattern for a all-embracing candid goal.

"Does that feel trade good, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. meet 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 knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the foremost berth. A big warm slipshod slit is much nicer. A nice, warm, overemotional hole to act in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly pass off away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No need to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a skillful big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your snatch ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those filth 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 patch longer to see if it has. We can chink on your warm juicy puss while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's balmy abdominal cavity at the panty waistband creating their own minuscule bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those digit crept, slow and pernicious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the clock time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Apocalypse didn't trouble them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the low to claim pussy infringement of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first base dibs at an conjure up, wet twat, and were gon na make damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingerbreadth wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, besotted and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double up squeak as her torso gave two short needlelike convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior observation of arrival had duly been given, but when spiritual domain finger had brushed against her worked up and tender dearest bud, it was as still a stupor and surprise.

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

And as two mephistophelian fingers hooked up and in, gaining full usurpation into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunshine from the leering and lecherous throng.

The looker-on were rapt their victim had been dragged through the kickoff of many humiliating ravishment 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 attachment of her ominously large and ribbed, protuberant strap-on.

"Retribution,"said one of the lady friend."They attacked you, and now it will be your chance 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 worry, then. We'll be there to guide you through. You'll be doing this to delight us too, you know. We're all on your side,"oozed another young lady as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in place.

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our corporate retaliation you'll be dishing out to that horrible, nasty kick. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally roll in the hay awesome."

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