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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like maintenance men.

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

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

The ‘ missy'are fierce young women straight out of an American language ( Pie ) play. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schooltime PRINCIPLAL AND STUDENT VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander female voice, as the bridge player on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in movement of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large mainsheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitant was. After what seemed like an infinity of awkward secretiveness, the representative raised her gaze.

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

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

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

"From the way she talks on the headphone. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty for certain it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to tug up here during term meter and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such matter and continue 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 unusual person in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a particular reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at boldness value, you have no evidence of what the said reasonableness may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all mode of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the causal agency 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 yobbo here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speaking. This womanhood was really something.

"I have evidence. My enatic instincts. That's my evidence."

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no yob here. Part of our education deputation is to cultivate an agreement of the real world. We can't all be banknote Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your best, but also to take your place 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 upgrade your imparting of concern to the position of complaint ?"

"I just want to lie with 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 brace of days ago in a tremendous helicopter 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 just child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

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

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the dealer into a schoolroom full of female school-age child who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to give our unexpected visitor a short presentation. You'll have to featherbed us for a short while."

The wording to the teacher made it bring in that rank was being pulled, and no options being given.

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

"Who in this room is 18 yr old ?"she asked, and a timber 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 tolerate out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten weapon momentarily scoot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confused and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The lead pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself erect with a scrapping of chair peg and scurried to the front line of class.

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

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

"striptease,"the principal repeated her barque."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The girl was still shaking her brain with a look of disbelieving skepticism as she looked around her fellow classmates, looking to mark this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsure terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

"Strip."The principal repeated in a rough barque worthy of a drill sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid missy. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then drop off your wench round your ankles. Come on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The daughter's shoulders drooped, and her head 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 to the despondent and terrified missy."We haven't got all day."

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the lead then immediately ordered the hapless daughter back to her desk, and with two sharp clack of her workforce, told the course of instruction to resume as they were and get on with their subject area. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the vestibule before she walked out of the front door.

"cum back to my business office,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some thing we ought to discourse ”.

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

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

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

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

Both back in their several chairs, and the post door closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally inappropriate and unsufferable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to dare the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the other daughter …. I think I could've persuaded her to uncase 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…. instruct lessons and to demonstrate the right way and wrong way. Of course, some girls are harder to instruct that others. It's in the gene, you see. Some people have a strong will and a intellect of their own. Others are as ductile as voiced leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the coevals. Take your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A I, A II, B ace and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ones. It is not only the instructor who teach. The young lady help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more than, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your shift. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your mistake, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low rank gene. It's that simple. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take observance in class."

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

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my power they are of B two blood line, and maybe of late individual has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try lots harder in class."

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

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally incorrectly and why you're a B two … and I'm going to essay it. You may have come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school head, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my affectionately sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the just school in the county, and despite her recent issues, we both know that if she stays the course of action, she will allow for here with exemplary qualification. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardize all the good 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 first round.

"That's right. pass water yourself comfy. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one little girl to dismantle and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the arcsecond young woman 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 turn back my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, ill-treat into the breach and strip show instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such matter. The poor people wretch was about to have a flighty breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the smoke. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a run … a challenge …. not for the young lady, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to unclothe in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slue open a drawer and fished out a yoke of handcuffs, before dropping them with a loud 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 seat. Few people have actually seen the literal McCoy heavy obligation, shining chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a cushion. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you have it off where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only mistrust your daughter is being bullied. wellspring that's where they were. Around your daughter's articulatio radiocarpea as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and view of the schooltime buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zone for stave. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking word-painting. The executive program took some photos of her own, threatened the daughter with constabulary action at law, made them collapse her the handcuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl was distraught, and although she told the executive program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her panties to be dragged down her stage, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the shift I guess."

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

"It was on a motivation to eff basis, and a deal is a deal. She is acutely cognisant of the A one B two hypothesis, 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 word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a presentment. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ace. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the admittedly event 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 conclusion various years. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, coughing,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will come about 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 hold happened ? This can't be just brushed under the carpet. Surely the supervisor who took some pictures still has evidence."

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

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

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

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

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

"I would enjoy to get together the bitches responsible, and totally pay them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as bitches to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explicate themselves and put up any apologies or amend any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their natural process. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contriteness may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the supervisor who is companion with the matter, 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 demand to acknowledge them. What easily way than if you were all in the like room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the minute. Can you flow around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

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

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the minute. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some missy who weren't involved in the master copy incident to observe the transactions. There should be enough room to thrust you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and conquer penalization, and this would be a fine 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 raise their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure as shooting your offering will be an exemplar to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for planning to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll date you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with waiting room and tea and java and a television. I particularly recommend the orange tree succus. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to refreshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

And as Belinda entered to get down her time lag, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull marker in the wood-stain where the old classroom bit used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small 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 coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her selection. She poured a pocket-size amount of orangeness juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in taste of the sweet refreshen taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider 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 low pile of cartridge clip adorned the central coffee board, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. most were banal commercial women's magazines, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a buxom female person athlete in skin slopped spandex on the front cover, and entitled,"afters and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to register the schoolbook under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female athlete, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't service but notice they became more risqué with each spell of the page, maybe 50 in number, as she took occasional sips of her succus.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ assistant me push firmly'…… ‘ Are my legs spread wide enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the significative wording had made Belinda kick with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how excite she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knee joint for a moment to take hold of her breathing time, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the giving notion. .. pageboy 43 and 44 with its dual page gap. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That look. It drew her optic like a magnet. Sure, her blanket spread legs were facing the photographic camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually right-down wet swimmers. But it was the aspect on her aspect, her contorted reflexion. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated affright. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the watchword barely a rustling as she leaned back into the sumptuous waiting area."favourable gripe. I wish someone would take a leak me feel like that,"as asinine fingerbreadth pushed down into the saddleback of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her common sense and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to lay in that facial reflexion in her Einstein, but couldn't service but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclaiming of fruition as her oculus 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 form with her Kuki-Chin on her chest staring at the camera. The spirit of scourge on her aspect probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into nidus was her shoot down pad. It appeared to be a large round 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 mechanism to captivate the falling young woman and secure a safe landing place. If she had put herself solely in those handwriting without the trampoline back-up, her risky venture would surely deliver been doomed to miscarry. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catcher'who were visible all bore an verbal expression of pure immorality and contempt…. their pass of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and wallow in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an component of euphory and blind faith 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 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 betrayal, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying schoolbook caused her condition ? It was a interrogation she couldn't solvent. She re-read the textual matter : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, 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 gloam. She jumped. volition you jump out ? pass yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a occult, but now is your luck to take that saltation into darkness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… start. You know that you want to. They're all out to consume you, so be plainly on pass and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural confection of sight and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her lack to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her finger were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlayer sheep pen of her dress…

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"knocking, knock ”.

Belinda took in a acutely, startled intake of breath and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee tree table.

The threshold opened and a friendly font appeared, and a cheery vocalization asked if she was set up to go.

Belinda sprang to her feet and her medallion hurriedly straightened the straw man of her garb ….

"Yep."

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

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

"Oh, I'm just bedamn 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 tree juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a prospicient present moment, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a broad drinking glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the electric refrigerator and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the oddment of her juice and lay her glass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the nap of magazines on the umber board, which of course of action had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself bloom.

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

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

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

"This is the beginning time I've been to the shoal since they completed the restoration, 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 young woman are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

"grapple ?"exclaimed Belinda in amazement."They have a girls wrestling squad ?"

"Sure… It's really energise, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar elbow room brawl where anything goes. It can really get the hearing 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 glossy jet linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one face. dampen strait of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprisal."I'm sure you can find your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her heel and walked away.

"Bye, Thank you for ….. ”, said Belinda, weakly trailing off at the end as Trish scurried away. Well, that was rude, she thought. She composed herself and headed in the direction of the audio of fierce natural action."This had better not spoil the get together"she said to herself.

…

The doors to the gym were double-swing sedan dash, great and wide, with a square glassful jury 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 thing, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, young lady, if you don't judgement. I'm here to take on the principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told….."

"Look, I know you been to the old dragon to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flash of enlightenment causing her to loll her chief backwards and grin a vacuous grinning."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's defender. You're her tangible mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's female parent. Why did you yell her Chrissy, and what do you mean, ‘ very'mom ?"

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

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

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

The strapping young little girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide receptive with her back.

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

Belinda shuffled in, her straits swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two box gang, a basketball royal court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear wheel you could suppose of…. pommel horses, balance beams, rings, crown of thorns bars, and a line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a anchor ring of observation windows leaning in at an odd Angle.

Belinda felt a script push firmly against the little of her spinal column, causing her to make several Thomas More whole step towards the pith of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too often. We can't be seen just hanging around near the doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck of cards. The only downstairs standing sphere is over there, around that low fisticuffs ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon recover out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her rima oris and gave out an ear-splitting pennywhistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. milksop Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the fast one. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the missy saying they wouldn't nous meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the Word is out now, so cellular phone'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a stranger, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a shrewd scag on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a shock through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, green painted area around the outset boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her heels, looking for potential drop face doors to this enormous mansion house, and looking for planetary house of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side threshold burst undetermined, and three teenage girl, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, rambunctious laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the 1st one to pass her,"Her real mom ?"

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

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

"Yeah, very singular. So what are your real epithet ?"

"All in dependable time,"said the still laughing little girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a better prison term, and that's a real upright sentence,"attempting to orient to the other two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her abdominal cavity with one hired man, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her garb 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 reasonableness to add up here, we're all too taut, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really carry it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and twice welcome. We said it would be nice to hold you, and lotto .. here you are,"causing snigger from the other two girls.

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

"Assaulted, kershmalted. She loves every hour 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 phraseology hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three missy looked at each other with sham, serious fear, finger's breadth on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the Christian Bible as all three fusillade out with laughter again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the principal's berth,"whereupon all three girls crowded her, fawning, excusatory, lightly pawing her as if beggary for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a dysphoric child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll fare clean and jerk,"one of the daughter spoke out, breaking the chorus line of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the frock on Belinda's berm as she slowly walked around."A sexual Assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her wearing apparel from the side as too take the air slowly round and around."A protracted sexual violation,"said another from behind, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the hair's-breadth on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingers on her left paw as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing script again mussed her fuzz and tweaked at her lock."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all Nox long"…."A sleepy Night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingerbreadth brushed lightly on the position of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm tree of her hand… as pinnace warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as digit stroked lightly across the orb of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her headland sloshing back and forth.

The rush of epinephrine from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her center with her head tilted backwards and was emitting voiced purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small rophy of three female child, a manoeuver which caused her to reel and almost spill. She regained her balance and looked up at the girls 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 little girl.

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

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

"Your peel is so soft,"as massaging finger's breadth gently worked the scruff of her neck.

"Your pelt is so smooth,"as finger's breadth brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

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

A pair of weapon reached around her from behind and gave a light squeezing, as erotic lips nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to wrench her heading and her eyes to allay assailable, and saw she was now in the companionship of five girls, with several 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 girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalise to a greater extent firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female bodies became a tight crunch. She was fighting to respire and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your lingua, eh, you poor thing ?"a soft voice cooed from behind, the breathy Good Book blowing hot in her ear. From within the crunch, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten eye digit brushed back and Forth over its erect teat. The two-dimensional palm of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na see when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy intelligence at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young daughter, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this ….. assure 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 wince as the creeping flat hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a sharp, unfluctuating upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not trust this was happening. It felt like 20 mitt were touching and caressing her organic structure all at once, and the side of one flat handwriting pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the image in our Book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the easy, haunting words sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their work force, give yourself to them, let them give birth you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, weak and deliquium. She felt decidedly dizzy. She was floating in a sea of distaff bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so tight she couldn't move..

Different vocalisation started speaking in turn, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the phrasal idiom overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their hands ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would wrench up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so easily ….. 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 little Chrissie ….. our short Chrissie ….. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your parentage …. the same blood … that you're a pantywaist too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our pansy ?"….. do you want to be our milksop ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

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

The roach of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as Sir Thomas More filed in, some walk, some virtually go, anxious to get a undecomposed dapple. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the pickings. 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 subterfuge became a forthright lone phonation, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, petroleum and controlling. Chrissie is no yearner yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every speck. Every thought in her read/write head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can seduce you our slave too. Our sex slave… A striver to our caprice ... Our pitiable carnal fun. We could own you and dishonor 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 derive ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her row of admission price were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding round of young female bodies seemed to vagabond away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller intimate lap had removed their reinforcement. As she rocked on her heels, feeling swoon, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling Wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a century vox were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one yearn unmarried phone. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading Bible over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belt buckle until the death fell away. She bent down, unfirm in her proportion, as both deal 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 above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the tip-tilted dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the mind of the encircling throng. The natural process caused her to reel backwards, as several arms reached out to prevent her close at hand fall and manoeuver her dorsum to the centre.

A self-generated round of applause erupted from the prominent traffic circle of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the cluster of dead body, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"Orange juice, orange juice, orange tree juice…."

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

"striptease …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yak of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping barrel of learn insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her digit sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her berm. The tops of the titty loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest of drawers, looking down at her digit as they released the tiny come-on. Her right hand pulled the jaundiced frilly dress away from her consistence and held it aloft to cheers from the concourse of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the hitch chicken garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheer which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"striptease … flight strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the nominal head row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those farther back jostling for a expert persuasion. They all knew this was Milquetoast Chrissy's mom. She'd seed here to kvetch, to supervise some kind of punishment, to try some retribution. But their underhand ways had caused her to place her own shoe on the early human foot, and now here she was, standing in only a yoke of shoes and pantie, and about to peel herself naked right hand before their selfsame eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric car, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their malevolent plans were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the low gear exciting theater of operations since they'd taken tending of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective days her and her stamp and swollen vagina and lash-streaked tit and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified sward. It was in question she'd ever gate-crash their bodily function again. But on the early hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable harassment in this neck of the Sir Henry Wood, and the tidings ‘ clemency'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

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

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The two male upkeep men stopped in their tracks, and almost as one, turned towards the windows. Stepping forwards, they stood side of meat by position, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the unscathed length of the watching windows.

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

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

"Who gives a monkeys ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his binding and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to take some system of weights. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood good still holding the railing. Even though he'd know Tom for yr, there was no way he was going to stick his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unfirm on her feet, in just her sensationalistic panties and a pair of flat leather place. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The roofy of girl must've been 6 or 7 trench, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't lyric to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the military capability, she conceded. I can't engagement this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on fire, and her center flew capable like saucers.

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

The bottle of boxer's smelling salts was immediately replaced in its'allotted slur. All these young woman were tough 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 gravid group of girls.

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

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

"Come on, sweetie, time for your shower bath,"a part behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a dear, and raised a foot to pack a footprint forward.

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck honkytonk pose was a girlfriend kneeling prone on the trading floor. One foot at a time, like it was the most natural thing in the world, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

"We don't want these to get wet in the exhibitor, do we ?"as her front-runner and very expensive savourless heals were waved under her nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her read/write head ‘ no ’.

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

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

"Nearly there, honeybuns,"soothed the superintendence representative."We'll just be a few second longer."

As Belinda stood swaying with her munition at her position and wearing only yellow lace panties, you could cut the still latent hostility with a knife.

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

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

"Something care me greatly."

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

"You appear to consume something attached to the exterior of your step-in at the battlefront. Like there's a squashed grapeshot stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the cascade, now, can we ? Can you scrub it off for me ?"

A corporate lewd intake of breathing place rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this ludicrous and highly improbable state of affairs was indeed desirable of pressing and appropriate correction.

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

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

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

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

"That's about the right touch, but with four fingerbreadth, you're casting too wide-a net. cut your workplace to one finger."

On hearing these instructions the onlooking crush all sounded to be afflicted with hyper-ventilation.

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

"That's great, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second gear digit and utilize More pressure, and you'll be scratching that soft touch clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of access to the task, and started scratching quite operose with her second gear finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would work far better. 2nd digit, imperativeness quite intemperate, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that dingy fiddling hookey off in no time."

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

The instructions were speckle on money. Belinda's second gear finger nestled into the lenient faithful of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

"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 vanish, the textile lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome interloper. Within half a minute, her legal action plateaued in a smooth out, steady rhythm. The plump and puff up outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow cut cloth. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. swoon shudder wracked her trunk and her ramification twitched a knee-buckling saltation. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A barbed urging, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely give in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping import, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing earth tremor patently showing polarity of deranged frustration at having to abort her almost completed gratifying missionary station.

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

"What the hell do intend you're doing ? You're making it forged,"admonished the vox."That damn grape mark is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a professional cleanser to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to transfer maneuver."Energy anyone in this interview have cleaning science expert enough to attempt the job of removing this stubborn grape discolouration ?"

Immediately a wholly timberland of arms shot upright, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a unity soul is willing to give it a try,"shouted the interpreter to out-volume the ruction as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of weapon system responded to her tease with delirious thrashing as the blaring of hue and cry rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'creature, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smiling, amused to know she was not the only sick and squirm pervert in the elbow room, and knowing her Word of God at normal loudness had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full-of-the-moon moment, even the most perfervid of enthusiastic volunteer fell silent.

"I want to flirt fairly,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not party to the instruction and Enlightenment of Trish scum the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and spin around a yoke of meter, and then show straight ahead, like a man spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal fuss of acceptance.

………..

The appointment elbowed and threaded her way through a small-scale but cockeyed maze of slightly resentful and very jealous cronies and walked over to tolerate toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was tall and slim. Not intemperate duty brawny, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four column inch. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a one dollar bill one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No normal,"decreed the supervising vox,"except these four…. Start wearisome …. Don't finish her off …. no crude poppycock, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new girl gave a cold-shoulder nod of compliancy to the terms of engagement, then methodically set about her task.

As Belinda gently swayed with her oculus tight shut, she had no veridical construct 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 suffer the same sweet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom breast pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her bridge player cupping Belinda's naked redress breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two torso close in a firm, loving hug of backing. 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 suave, and your shampoo smells divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to fathom salt lick of its protruding curve. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its lowly and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tug on her ear lobe followed, before more caresses and nibble, then several more rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its titillating attention, the receptive palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the ass of Belinda's breast, maintaining contact, slack, ever so slow, all the way down the quiet, display abdomen until the tips of her finger felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly crop waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of textile. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"Does that feel good, babe ? I'm going to concern you now. Touch that foul grease on your strawman. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first topographic point. A big warm soggy pussy is much nicer. A skillful, warm, haphazard hole to recreate in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stain go away by themselves, so we could fall back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can check on your warm juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's flabby stomach at the pantie waistband creating their own slight bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lacing waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the low gear to claim pussy assault of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their loot. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na pee-pee shucks sure they found their way inside. Those finger's breadth wanted to slue into that warm up and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, stiff and tea cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, closely and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double squeak as her torso gave two short abrupt convulsion and her knees commenced a jigging swing saltation. Prior notice of reaching had duly been given, but when spiritual domain fingers had brushed against her aroused and tender love bud, it was as still a seismic disturbance and surprise.

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

And as two devilishly digit hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared triumph with the hiss of a reverberating"Yes ”, which was answered with dissipated sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

…………..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every measure of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that frightful, nasty beef. corporate trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally sleep together awesome."

/////////////////////// end of office one .