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

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a smattering of player are referred to by name. Even fewer are physically described.

The maintenance men look like sustenance men.

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

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

The ‘ lady friend'are robustious young charwoman straight out of an American ( Pie ) caper. All are 18 or more.

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in figurehead of the desk. The possessor of the part had not looked up from apparently writing phone number on an overtly declamatory tabloid of report. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of ungainly muteness, the part raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was dictator and curt,"How may I assist ?"

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

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

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her salvia advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a particular understanding for such variety. However, if your wording is taken at side value, you have no grounds of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing internal secretion horizontal surface which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the case indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Sami, are not of this campus…… We have no hooligan here."

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

"I have grounds. My enatic instinct. That's my evidence."

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. Part of our Education mission is to cultivate an agreement of the real world. We can't all be placard Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school day is to strain to be your best, but also to take on your home in the pecking order of life. Do you understand ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our exquisitely reputation to uphold. We haven't become the most prestigious girl'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 schooltime and how we prepare our students for the real world. I feel a little presentment is in order…. Come with me….."

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

"I need to generate our unexpected visitant a footling demonstration. You'll have to pamper us for a unawares while."

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

"rightfulness,"boomed the head as she brought her hands together in a sharp clap which echoed the way.

"Who in this room is 18 yr old ?"she asked, and a forest of limb 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 occur endure out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

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

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

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial expression and outspoken tone of incredulity.

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

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

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

The girl was still shaking her head with a flavor of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her bloke schoolfellow, looking to check this wasn't some form of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsealed terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

"Strip."The dealer repeated in a harsh barque worthy of a practice sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"airstrip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your annulus round out your ankles. come on, speed up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

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

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

"Come on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal 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 schoolmate.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless young lady back to her desk, and with two abrupt clap of her hands, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

"come back to my office,"she said, as quiet as silk."There are some things we ought to discuss ”.

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

"cum on ….. cum with me… you deserve an account. And you are in school. This is where things are explained, yes ?"the principal cooed.

Despite the jounce and obfuscation of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breathing place and exhale, preparing to adopt, 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 return to my office and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one little girl to do something totally inappropriate and unsufferable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to refuse the behest of somebody who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the former girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip raw and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach object lesson and to demonstrate the right way and damage way. Of form, some girls are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a solid will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as flabby leather. And it's been proven these gene are passed through the generations. Take your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no yobbo here. Just A single, A two, B ones and B two. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A one. 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 shift ? How the sin does that work ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B talk was getting a bit too cerebral for her liking, and then to be accused of her daughter being bullied was her fault……

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

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

"well it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my situation they are of B two descent, and maybe of tardy mortal has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try often harder in class."

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

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally awry and why you're a B two … and I'm going to turn up it. You may have come here to sound off, but you should've realised that if you go see a school lead, you're going to be taught a object lesson, right ? Oh, my dearest 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 agency,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the best school in the county, and despite her Recent issuance, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with monitory qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the good employment 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 first round.

"That's decently. Make yourself comfortable. 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 girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second girl comic strip. You saw her discomfort. Her quandary. Obey or not obey…….. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to hold on my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and strip instead ….take her spot …. get her off the hook ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her piazza ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole practice session could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the lady friend, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to impart you a choice…. airstrip just for me, now…. Or a footling later, in social movement of a unanimous bunch 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 lead as she calmly slide open up a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a loudly 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 mass have actually seen the substantial McCoy heavy responsibility, shining chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a daze. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you recognize where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only surmise your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrist as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school building. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time executive program found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree diagram trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking ikon. The supervisor took some exposure of her own, threatened the young lady with police activeness, made them give her the handcuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the executive program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the public toilet, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at distance the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a style. She didn't expect her scanty to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaks I guess."

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

"It was on a indigence to get laid basis, and a deal is a deal. She is acutely cognizant 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 want me here ?"

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

"Never thinker about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the little 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 straight typesetter's case or not. There is no way your girl will prove to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this final several years. It was one simple-minded relapse of sagaciousness on her contribution, I'm sure of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the dealer ) it will bump again."

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

"Unfortunately those icon seem to give birth gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her photographic camera when she entered the gym the side by side day, but it must have fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some repair activeness. And as for being an eye attestant, well, it would be her word against those of various 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 girls responsible and ingest it from there."

"I would be intimate to meet the bitches responsible, and totally give them a objet d'art of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would take account being referred to as bitches to their side, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed defender of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to explain themselves and pop the question any apologia or rectify any misgiving you may take in about the motivation for their action at law. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contrition may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

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

"hoot right I can."

"well, I'm not sure exactly how many daughter were involved, but I'm sure the gym is relinquish today. There are all the common bits and spell of equipment dotted around, but there should be sufficiency room to assemble all the girls involved for when you go in and present them."

"Good. I'm not having them restrain and molest my daughter and then take the air away and remember it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the strait of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the pilot incident to observe the legal proceeding. There should be enough elbow room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with castigation and appropriate punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness monition delivered in a different style and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a probability to enhance their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. fountainhead then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll bodyguard you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee and a video. I particularly recommend the Orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a pauperization to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom which we no longer use…. seminal fluid … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her time lag, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were irksome markings in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom figure used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a hanging cup from a sweetener, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a timpani."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of orange tree juice into a meth and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshful perceptiveness. 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 setup of any form was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A small muckle of magazines adorned the central coffee tabular array, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. nearly were commonplace commercial women's magazines, but one particular folder caught her attending ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a buxom female jock in skin tight spandex on the front blanket, and entitled,"sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to record the text under the accompanying photo of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimming costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of pose. But she couldn't help but bill they became more risqué with each bend of the Sir Frederick Handley Page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ aid me promote harder'…… ‘ Are my legs spread wide enough ?'

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

‘ My coach-and-four wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to number too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at to the lowest degree'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the implicative choice of words had made Belinda kick with an out or keeping glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how wind up she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knees for a import to catch her breathing space, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to ascertain the photo which had made the grown impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its three-fold Sir Frederick Handley Page spread. 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 fount. That smell. It drew her eyes like a attractive feature. sure as shooting, her wide spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on display through her virtually downright wet bather. But it was the look on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, hug drug, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the language barely a whisper as she leaned back into the grand waiting area."golden kick. I wish someone would make me feel like that,"as mindless finger pushed down into the saddleback of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her sensation and sat back upright and re-opened page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't help but subscribe to in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eye wandered over the whole two pageboy double-spread. The two-piece clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle soma with her Chin on her breast staring at the camera. The tone of panic on her nerve probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into stress was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large circle trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, Bikini clad babes all of whom had their branch outstretched with their ribbon facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling girlfriend and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hired hand without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to betray. Then on stuffy inspection, the faces of the solitary 4 ‘ catchers'who were seeable all bore an verbal expression of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her Jesus Christ was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice 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 bureau, 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 married man had died, but why had this vision of a assortment of perfidy, exhilaration and panic, combined with the accompanying text edition caused her status ? It was a question she couldn't answer. She re-read the schoolbook : -

‘ She's falling straight into malign, distort hands, and she just can't end 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 gloaming. She jumped. Will you skip ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their bridge player on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your chance to take that leap into darkness and sports meeting with the circumstances you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to seize you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them train whatever they need.'

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

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"Knock, bang ”.

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

The room access opened and a well-disposed fount appeared, and a sunny phonation asked if she was ready to go.

Belinda sprang to her pes and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her attire ….

"Yep."

The belatedly 20's slim Pres Young young lady said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't judgment but I need a crapulence before we leave. This is the outset clock time I've gotten away from my desk this last couple of minute. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

"Yes, thanks. I've been sipping on Orange succus while I passed the time."

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottleful of orange succus out from the fridge, held it in her hired man for quite a yearn here and now, then apparently having a change of judgment, returned it to its topographic point. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a fully glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the nursing bottle to the fridge and put the looking glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her crank in the swallow hole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of magazines on the coffee table, which of course had"Henry Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not amercement. She was on the verge of using the public lavatory for several arcminute of self-recreation when this annoying Trish miss turned up and ruined her plans.

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

"This is the first metre 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 girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

"fountainhead, normally on Fri it would be, but one of the scholar's teams has a big compeer this weekend, and they're getting in some spare practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

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

"Sure… It's really commove, too. When they have a tag team friction match, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee 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 green linoleum floor and XII of lockers along one incline. Muffled auditory sensation 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 surely you can find your way from here. Nice confluence you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her dog and walked away.

"Bye, Thank you for ….. ”, said Belinda, weakly trailing off at the end as Trish scurried away. Well, that was rude, she thought. She composed herself and headed in the direction of the phone of boisterous activity."This had better not despoil the meeting"she said to herself.

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The doors to the gym were double-swing barroom style, large and wide, with a square meth panel in the top of each.

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

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

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

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more obedience from you, young Lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to get together 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 Draco to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The instant of enlightenment causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a fatuous smile."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's protector. You're her rattling mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping youth girl reversed into one of the swing room access and held it wide of the mark 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 straits swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the Brobdingnagian mansion. There were two boxing band, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could cerebrate of…. pommel gymnastic horse, Libra the Balance beams, rings, crossing bars, and a pedigree of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And operating expense, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a gang of watching Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a deal push firmly against the small of her back, causing her to conduct several more than footmark towards the midpoint of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the incoming doors.

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

"well don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you recognise if anyone is here to meet me ?"

"Search me, but I can soon obtain out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the little girl saying they wouldn't brain meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the intelligence 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 discriminating smack on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jerk 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 first boxing-ring, she did a easy 360 on her heels, looking for potential side doorway to this enormous hall, and looking for sign of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side door fit open air, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, rumbustious laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in soundly clip,"said the still laughing lady friend, again tapping herself on the pectus,"and that's a comfortably time, and that's a real good time,"attempting to point to the other two before the completely three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to sprain up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to get along here, we're all too rigorous, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to descend here, but, hey, we just didn't really require it. And then you turning up out of the amobarbital sodium … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So well-heeled. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll follow clean and jerk,"one of the fille spoke out, breaking the chorus line of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three missy started to walk slowly around her."There was an Assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the clothes on Belinda's articulatio humeri as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belted ammunition of her dress from the side as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the hair on the rear of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a abstemious grasp pulled on her fingers on her left paw as she too walked around."And again the succeeding day,"as a pass hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her lock chamber."And well into the Nox,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of meat of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to expend the Night ?"“ Do you want to devolve asleep with us ?"“ Do you desire to decrease asleep ?"…."Do you require to diminish asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic rustling of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the incline of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm brim brushed soft on her ear.. as digit stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The fille had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline from Belinda's terror about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicant, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her foreland tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the mo with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her dead body to remove herself from the confines of the small circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to distribute and almost declivity. She regained her residual and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much magniloquent than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no pauperism to foretell us off,"cooed one of the girls.

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

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

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

"Your skin is so smooth,"as fingerbreadth brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three girls were again walking decelerate rotation, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing language, grinning at each former as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her Kuki-Chin and flop to one incline as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of branch reached around her from ass and gave a light squeeze, as erotic lips nibbled the side of her cervix. The pleasant virtuoso caused Belinda to change by reversal her head and her eyes to ease open, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with respective hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their dead 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 respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the traffic circle of female torso became a tight crush. She was fighting to rest and it was unsufferable speak.

"Cat got your glossa, eh, you poor thing ?"a indulgent voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crunch, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten heart finger brushed back and forth over its erect teat. The flatcar palm of another paw slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na obtain when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us youthful girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … order me that you like this ….. narrate me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelid, blindsided by the unexpected jounce. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty hands were touching and caressing her trunk all at once, and the slope of one categorical manus pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the picture in our Scripture, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Sami. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting parole sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ declination into their manus, establish yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really desire ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, weak and faint. She felt decidedly vertiginous. She was floating in a sea of female bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so taut she couldn't move..

Different voices started speaking in turn, mesmeric, mesmerizing, haunting, the idiom overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. crepuscle into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their bridge player ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here ….. and not your project residence …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 well-off …. just like your small Chrissie ….. our short Chrissie ….. our fiddling sissyish Chrissie ……. our pretty milksop Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her roue …. your blood …. the same parentage … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little milksop …. do you need to be our pantywaist ?"….. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you desire to be our pantywaist ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and breathless two-bagger narrow escape. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal dart bombarding her thick and fast from a battalion of voices.

The lap of girls around her now numbered over a 12, and growing tumid by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually running, queasy to get a undecomposed pip. 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 subterfuge became a forthright lone interpreter, advancing her fall into bondage.

"It was very brave out of you to record our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square in. Every mote. Every thought process in her principal. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come up and meet with us, the young woman who own your daughter ? We can make you our buckle down too. Our sex slave… A hard worker to our whims ... Our poor carnal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to fare ? Would you still want to issue forth ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her wrangle of accession were a cue, and the import they were spoken, the crowding rotary of young female bodies seemed to vagabond away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the small inner roundabout had removed their support. As she rocked on her cad, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of hypnotism from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred vocalism were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, quiesce chatter effecting one farsighted single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading watchword over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing watercourse of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger's breadth fiddled with her bang warp until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her equaliser, as both hands grasped the hem of her apparel. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her question. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upset dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set unloosen, she waved it around like a hoopla masthead, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The activity caused her to stagger backwards, as several arms reached out to prevent her imminent Fall and channelize her dorsum to the centre.

A spontaneous round of hand clapping erupted from the large dress circle of looker-on as her frock disappeared into the cluster of bodies, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of watch insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the unhesitating drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingerbreadth sliding under her bra straps one at a fourth dimension and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the breast cups 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 finger as they released the lilliputian hooks. Her right handwriting pulled the jaundiced frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the concourse of mad faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling wad and took guardianship of the hitch yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of headspring, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"cartoon strip … comic strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a better vista. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to supervise some kind of punishment, to attempt some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a duet of shoe and panties, and about to clean herself naked right before their very centre. The atmospheric state of expectancy was electric, and many affectionateness were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their wickedness plans were coming together and present one was on the place run. This was the offset exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several years her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breast and ass regretted ever going near their consecrated turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other script, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable torment in this neck opening of the woods, and the give-and-take ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two Male maintenance men stopped in their tracks, and almost as one, turned towards the window. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the unharmed length of the observation windows.

"Fuckin'‘ ell, they've got another one,"said the tallest and quondam 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 resolution."This must be the ten percent this year."

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her xanthous pantie and a pair of 2-dimensional leather shoes. Her blur and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 mysterious, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the stride of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. Chip …chip … chip….

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

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

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

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

The nursing bottle of bagger's smelling saltiness was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these little girl were hooligan and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

Belinda looked around. She seemed storm to be encircled by a boastfully group of girls.

"Oh, how-do-you-do,"she said at no-one in detail, as she raised her manus to one-half mast and gave the weakest of square greeting waves.

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

"seminal fluid on, sweetie, time for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck prima donna airs was a young woman kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a time, like it was the most raw 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 exhibitioner, do we ?"as her favourite and very expensive flat heals were waved under her nose, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

"thought process not,"said the oversight voice, and with a lightening ready film of an extended arm, both skid flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her coat of arms at her side and wearing only yellow lacing panties, you could cut the silent tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to give something attached to the outside of your pantie at the front. Like there's a mash grape stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the exhibitioner, now, can we ? Can you itch it off for me ?"

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

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

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

blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the unforesightful journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four finger commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these program line the onlooking crushed leather all sounded to be afflicted with hyper-ventilation.

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

"That's heavy, now you're getting it,"encouraged the monitor articulation,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and apply more insistency, and you'll be scratching that fall guy make clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method acting of advance to the project, and started scratching quite heavily with her second finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would exercise far better. bit finger, press quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. observe that up, and you'll rub that muddied picayune hookey off in no time."

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

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the soft folds of her evoke sex through the textile, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with intention.

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

The sneering laugh of the forum became hoots of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger's breadth was working the lean wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a second, her action mechanism plateaued in a smooth, steady rhythm. The plump and egotistic KO'd backtalk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow flimsy fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her moans became louder and more fleshly. Faint tremors wracked her body and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became despiteful. A bristled spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely founder in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for various, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called minutes to a halt.

Belinda's shining red hot flash had been steadily building, spreading to her neck and then her breasts as her actions had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the telephone call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing microseism patently showing house of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed odoriferous mission.

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

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical voice, having been given favorable reception to alter tactic."Department of Energy anyone in this audience have cleaning skills expert enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape smirch ?"

Immediately a completely forest of arms shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamouring of me me me.

"It seems not a single person is volition to fall in it a try,"shouted the representative to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of blazon responded to her tease with delirious thrashing as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to know she was not the simply sick and twisted pervert in the elbow room, and knowing her speech at rule volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a entire second, even the most ardent of enthusiastic volunteer fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my center and tailspin around a twosome of time, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the feeding bottle. That sound carnival ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

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

"No dominion,"decreed the oversight interpreter,"except these four…. get-go dim …. Don't finish her off …. no gravelly stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop over when I tell you."

The new lady friend gave a slight nod of deference to the terms of appointment, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new young woman stooped to whisper soothing Logos of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the same sweet agony. Her subjugation would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked right knocker, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a firm, loving hug of keep. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in licking.

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a series of understood, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to bottom punch of its protruding curvature. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its low and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibble, then several more rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open palm of her costless hand slowly slithered down from the arse of Belinda's tit, maintaining physical contact, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed abdomen until the tips of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly tailored girdle of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the threshold of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabric. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the design for a wide open goal.

"Department of Energy that feel near, babe ? I'm going to tinge you now. Touch that nasty discoloration on your front. 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 showtime place. A big warm sloppy slit is a lot nicer. A nice, lovesome, sloughy pickle to work in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new miry muddle, so it was a pity he had to so quickly melt away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No pauperism 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 stains go away by themselves, so we could come back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can break on your fond juicy puss while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her finger's breadth had pressed into Belinda's soft stomach at the panty cincture creating their own piffling bikini-bridge to nobble their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven pitcher's mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Revelation didn't perturb them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the beginning to claim pussy violation of their former drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their award. They've been given firstly dibs at an aroused, wet ichor, and were gon na make tinker's damn for sure they found their way inside. Those finger's breadth wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, stringent 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 treble squeak as her trunk gave two scant shrill convulsions and her genu commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior notice of arriver had duly been given, but when unseen fingerbreadth had brushed against her aroused and pinnace erotic love bud, it was as still a daze and surprise.

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

And as two mephistophelian finger's breadth hooked up and in, gaining full intrusion into their warm and wet prize, the girlfriend triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheer from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlooker were rapt their victim had been dragged through the 1st of many humiliating infringement to come.

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

…………..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our collective retaliation you'll be dishing out to that horrible, smutty gripe. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally fuck awesome."

/////////////////////// end of part one .