A slow-burn prickteaser about a naïve char who goes to confront her daughter'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 sustainment men look like maintenance men.

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

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

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

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

The phraseology seemed odd, and slightly jumble, and she didn't want to take a crap a mistake…

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the like female part, as the handwriting on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The possessor of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing number on an overtly great sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not cognise who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the vox raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was despotic and curt,"How may I avail ?"

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

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

"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 ram up here during full term metre and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such thing and stay away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid attentiveness to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her mental attitude and speech patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at case value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of woman and has rapidly changing endocrine levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the movement indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Lapplander, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

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

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

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

"margin call me Belinda ”. Belinda interjected, mostly out of substance abuse, but immediately regretted the concession.

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no hooligan here. Part of our education mission is to cultivate an sympathy of the rattling existence. We can't all be government note logic gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your safe, but also to go for your place in the pecking Holy Order of spirit. 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 concern to the status of complaint ?"

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

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

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our mulct report to continue. We haven't become the most prestigious little girl's boarding school in the county without good reason."

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

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

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

"I need to hold our unexpected visitor a little manifestation. You'll have to indulge us for a shortsighted while."

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

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

"Who in this room is 18 class old ?"she asked, and a forest of weaponry 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 add up stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very disjointed and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The star pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the storey just beside her. The girlfriend hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair branch and scurried to the battlefront of class.

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

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial grammatical construction and song musical note of incredulity.

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

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

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

The girl was still shaking her brain with a look of disbelieving mental rejection as she looked around her buster classmates, looking to tick 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 monotone flatly, and the daughter instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal episode had now concluded.

The principal now turned to the girl who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unnerve 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 principal repeated in a harsh barque worthy of a Mandrillus leucophaeus sergeant.

The fille looked at the floor.

"comic strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your doll attack your ankles. seminal fluid on, hasten up. All your classmate are waiting."

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

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

The girl's shoulders drooped, and her mind dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the star immediately showed her the palm of her hand, which brought her into to the 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 classmates.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal sum then immediately ordered the hapless girlfriend back to her desk, and with two sharp clack of her manus, told the category 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.

"seminal fluid back to my office,"she said, as suave 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.

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

Despite the seismic disturbance and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep hint and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

"You just witnessed something sinful, and I think it's opened your centre to a globe you don't yet comprehend. Let us retrovert to my part and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

Both back in their various president, and the role door closed, the rationale started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girlfriend to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of mortal who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to discase naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach lessons and to demonstrate the compensate way and wrong way. Of course, some girls are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some masses have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the generations. choose your daughter, for illustration. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B deuce. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A single. It is not only the instructor who teach. The young woman help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe More, have been teaching your daughter a object lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My girl being bullied is my break ? How the hell does that puzzle out ?"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 shift, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low outrank genes. It's that simple. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular bleak reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very secondly you walked into my office they are of B two stock, and maybe of belated soul has felt it their duty to remind your daughter of this, and to try much 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 point. I'm saying she's not self-asserting, just like you."

"But I've just driven sixty international mile to be here in person to sound off about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that self-asserting enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally amiss and why you're a B two … and I'm going to testify it. You may have come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a shoal lead, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my good 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 office,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the best schooltime in the county, and despite her Holocene epoch issuing, we both know that if she stays the form, she will pass on here with cautionary qualification. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the dependable oeuvre 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 justly. hit yourself well-heeled. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your behaviour ?"

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

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

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to rent her seat ? 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 drill could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the girl, 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 visitor 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 school, you are going to be totally bare-buck naked. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slid spread a drawer and fished out a span of handlock, before dropping them with a gimcrack clunk on her desk."With these, your daughter'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you make out where from ? …. Of form you don't…. you only mistrust your girl is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those preservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and deal of the school building. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The supervisor usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavory incidents in the past, it is pretty a lot a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree bole, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankle joint, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girl with police natural action, made them pass her the cuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisory program she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the wash room, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the succeeding day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a manner. She didn't expect her panties to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the jailbreak I guess."

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

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

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

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

"Never mind about my hazard, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the young woman who assaulted my girl ? Are any heraldic bearing going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true instance or not. There is no way your girl will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the pedagogy and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this hold up respective age. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her division, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"self-justification me ”, apologises the principal sum ) it will come about again."

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

"Unfortunately those characterisation seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must experience fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some animated activity. 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 hope raised that someone may be held accountable.

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

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

"I doubt very a lot they would take account being referred to as kick to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful power structure. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the chance to explain themselves and volunteer any apologia or rectify any distrust you may have about the need for their activity. Maybe if they were held accountable as a mathematical group, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm indisputable if I talked with the executive program who is familiar with the affair, and knows the miss involved, it can be arranged to take them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm for certain they understand your indigence to fuck them. What better way than if you were all in the same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hr. Can you pay heed around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

"trade good. I'm not having them intimidate and beset my daughter and then take the air away and call back it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the phone 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 judgment …. I'll arrange for some fille who weren't involved in the original incident to observe the proceedings. There should be sufficiency way to gouge you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and set aside punishment, and this would be a exquisitely chance for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different vogue and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a chance to heighten their temporal understanding comes along, and I'm sure your oblation will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. well then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and forgather all the female child, I'll accompaniment you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee and a television set. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a 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 curtly while. It's gracious and cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and sense right at home."

And as Belinda entered to commence her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea room preindication there were dim marking in the wood-stain where the old classroom number 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 swing cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a coffee berry when she noticed there wasn't a kettledrum."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her alternative. She poured a lowly measure of orange juice into a trash and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the afters brisk discernment. She filled up the trash and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to view watching TV, and besides, electronic setup of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A humble pile of magazine adorned the exchange umber tabular array, so she rifled through to see what was on crack. Most were commonplace commercial woman's magazines, but one particular booklet caught her aid ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a curvaceous female person jock in cutis tight spandex on the nominal head cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to read the text under the accompanying characterization of nubile female athlete, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a throng of poses. But she couldn't service but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in totality, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ full phase of the moon reach and loving it'……… ‘ avail me push operose'…… ‘ Are my legs diffuse wide of the mark enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the revelatory choice of words had made Belinda prime with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knees for a consequence to enamour her intimation, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the magnanimous imprint. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual varlet bedcover. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first-class honours degree. She had been focusing on the verbalism on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That face. It drew her middle like a attractor. Sure, her wide bed covering legs were facing the photographic camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually gauze-like wet swimmers. But it was the looking at on her expression, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, raptus, satisfaction and unmitigated affright. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the gilded lounge."lucky bitch. I wish somebody would gain me feel like that,"as inane digit pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the aching in her sex. She came to her Mary Jane and sat back upright and re-opened Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her mentality, but couldn't helper but strike in the full scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of fruition as her optic wandered over the unharmed two 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 spread-eagle sort with her chin on her chest staring at the television camera. The look of terror on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite heights, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by various, maybe twelve, two-piece clad babes all of whom had their weapon outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient activeness to bewitch the falling girl and insure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those mitt without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely consume been doomed to fail. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the entirely 4 ‘ catchers'who were seeable all bore an reflexion of pure evil and contempt…. their whirl of being her Good Shepherd was bogus… like they wanted her to go bad and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling young lady had an constituent of euphoria and blind religious belief in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual family relationship since her husband had died, but why had this imagination of a concoction of perfidy, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text edition caused her experimental condition ? It was a question she couldn't resolution. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into iniquity, twisted mitt, and she just can't finish herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't fall. She jumped. Will you jump ? pay yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a mysterious, but now is your chance to guide that leaping into darkness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to throw 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 take whatever they need.'

How had such an abnormal concoction of vision and words stirred up flavour so incompatible, yet so intense they had made her neediness 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 colour overlay fold of her dress…

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"whang, knock ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled consumption of intimation and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee table.

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

Belinda sprang to her understructure and her ribbon hurriedly straightened the front of her clothes ….

"Yep."

The later 20's slim Loretta Young young lady said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a crapulence before we leave. This is the first base time I've gotten away from my desk this last duad 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 orangeness juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a foresightful second, then apparently having a modification of mind, returned it to its office. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the trash in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her looking glass in the cesspool. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the deal of magazines on the coffee tree table, which of course had"dessert and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the restroom for various minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish lady friend turned up and ruined her plans.

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

"This is the foremost time I've been to the schoolhouse 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 miss are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag squad 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 Book trailed away.

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

…

The next corridor was long with a shiny common linoleum level and dozens of lockers along one incline. Muffled sounds of oink 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 retrieve 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 phone of fierce activity."This had better not pamper the meeting"she said to herself.

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The door to the gym were double-swing taphouse way, vauntingly and wide of the mark, with a square shabu panel in the top of each.

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

"Goodness,"she said to herself"this place 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 one thousand ?"

…

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

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, Loretta Young lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet 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 head backwards and grin a asinine grinning."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her nascence 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 girl reversed into one of the swing doorway and held it wide open 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 capitulum swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing ringing, a basketball motor lodge, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic cogwheel you could reckon of…. knob knight, balance beams, halo, cross bars, and a note of climbing frames along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a pack of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand get-up-and-go firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take several to a greater extent tone towards the middle of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the fille gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the first appearance doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too a great deal. We can't be seen just hanging around near the threshold like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation pack of cards. The merely downstairs standing orbit is over there, around that first pugilism ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"semen on, let's go."

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

"search me, but I can soon feel out…"whereupon she put two digit 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 girls saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to touch them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cell'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 abrupt smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's pubic region, making her prime red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, green painted region around the first boxing-ring, she did a obtuse 360 on her heels, looking for possible English doors to this enormous residence hall, and looking for signal of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side door burst open, and three teenage young lady, all playfully pushing and shoving each former and emitting course, boisterous laugh came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the first one to get hold of her,"Her real number mom ?"

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

"Oh, goose egg. 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 peculiar. So what are your real names ?"

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a effective metre, and that's a real full fourth dimension,"attempting to indicate to the former two before the unhurt three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the missy staggered forward, holding her abdominal cavity with one hired man, 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 gleefulness subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too smashed, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the blue air … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and doubled welcome. We said it would be overnice to get you, and bingo .. here you are,"causing snigger from the former two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three missy looked at each other with feigned, grievous business organisation, fingers on mentum, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word as all three flare-up out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll amount clean and jerk,"one of the girlfriend spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the bash of her dress from the side of meat as too walked slowly round and around."A drawn-out sexual assault,"said another from fundament, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a lightheaded clutches pulled on her digit on her odd hand as she too walked around."And again the succeeding day,"as a departure hand again mussed her hairsbreadth 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 night long"…."A sleepy Nox long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you desire to pass the night ?"“ Do you require to hang asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to return asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the English of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as stamp warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as finger's breadth stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The missy had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her top dog sloshing back and forth.

The rush of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's public assistance was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministration, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting subdued purrs of hold. She snapped out of the import with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to move out herself from the confines of the modest roundabout of three young lady, a manoeuver which caused her to reel and almost pin. She regained her balance and looked up at the young woman who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvelous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three little girl were again walking ho-hum rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing row, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's forefront slump down on her chin and fall through to one side as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A pair of arm reached around her from behind and gave a light squeeze, as titillating lips nibbled the incline of her cervix. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to turn her head and her center to ease open, and saw she was now in the society of five girls, with several paw now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five missy crowded even closer, their body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalise more firmly, more sternly, but her backtalk was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female physical structure became a tight calf love. She was fighting to suspire and it was unimaginable speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor thing ?"a soft voice cooed from behind, the breathy tidings blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten up middle digit brushed back and Forth River over its erect pap. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right-hand leg."What's it gon na find 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 young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? recite me babe … tell me that you like this ….. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

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

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

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

Different interpreter started speaking in turn, mesmerizing, spellbinding, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. crepuscule into their hands ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here ….. and not your see hall …you've made it so comfortable ….. we know you live alone … we were going to fare and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our short milksop Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our subservient niggling Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your stock …. the Saami blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty minuscule sissy …. do you want to be our pansy ?"….. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our pansy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspnoeal three-fold squeaker. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal dart bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of voices.

The traffic circle of girls around her now numbered over a 12, and growing great by the minute as Thomas More filed in, some walking, some virtually running, anxious to get a good dapple. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nozzle in. They want her recreant, with a motive to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave of you to embark our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every molecule. Every persuasion in her headspring. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to get along and gather with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can relieve oneself you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whimsy ... Our pitiable 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 descend ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her lyric of admission were a cue, and the second they were spoken, the crowding roofy of young female physical structure seemed to vagabond away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unfirm after the minor inner traffic circle had removed their musical accompaniment. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, Holy Scripture reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling Wave of proffer from all quarters…. It seemed like a one C voices were whispering as one, urging their need. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one long 1 sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. flight strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her whack warp until the ends fell away. She bent down, unfirm in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her wearing apparel. The hem rose, exposing her chicken frilly pantie and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem gamy above her head. Her weapon system appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set give up, she waved it around like a plug iris, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling concourse. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as several blazonry reached out to prevent her imminent fall and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous round of clapping erupted from the gravid roofy of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the cluster of consistence, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chattering of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of collection was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her finger sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the breast cup fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the figurehead. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the midget sweetener. Her right hand pulled the chicken frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheer from the concourse of excite faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling raft and took care of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of chief, causing another spate of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … airstrip … strip …."

Some of the lady friend in the front row were virtually drooling with expectancy now, with those advance back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to oversee some kind of penalty, to attempt some requital. But their underhanded style had caused her to place her own shoe on the former foot, and now here she was, standing in only a dyad of shoes and panties, and about to undress herself raw right before their very centre. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their malefic plans were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting dramatic art since they'd taken charge of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several twenty-four hour period her and her tender and tumesce vagina and lash-streaked tit and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve betise was not an excuse to forefend unworthy torture in this neck opening of the Sir Henry Wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting preserve ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a scallywag ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his rachis and leant his track fore-arms on the cross-rail to lead some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to keep an eye on. Reece remained stood good still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to bind his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her fundament, in just her yellow panty and a duet of plane leather brake shoe. Her blear and intermittent visual modality surveyed the throng. The Mexican valium of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't dustup to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. chip shot …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as Pb, and she allowed them to shut. I haven't the military strength, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

She felt her shoulder joint being pinched in a vice-like hold 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 anterior naris were on ardour, and her eye flew open like saucers.

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

The bottle of boxer's smelling Strategic Arms Limitation Talks was immediately replaced in its'allotted pip. All these girl were bullies 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 large group of miss.

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

The circle of young lady giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly prod each other with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetie, clock time for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a dear, and raised a animal foot to take a measure forward.

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck nose dive airs was a girlfriend kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a meter, like it was the most natural thing in the world, this human being ottoman was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

"We don't want these to get wet in the cascade, do we ?"as her favorite and very expensive level heals were waved under her nose, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her mind ‘ no ’.

"thought not,"said the superintend phonation, and with a lightening straightaway pic of an extended arm, both horseshoe flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a light kick in her second joint, her cue to revert to being an observer.

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her weaponry at her slope and wearing only yellow lace panty, you could cut the dumb tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something headache me greatly."

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

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

A collective lewd intake of intimation rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her rest, Belinda's right hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her second joint to the front of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the textile which covered the slight swelling of her pubis.

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

Belinda ‘ Mmm'ed'acknowledgment she was slightly off target area and dropped her trade union movement roughly one inch.

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

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

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

"That's swell, now you're getting it,"encouraged the superintendence voice,"but it seems much more deep-seated than I very first thought. Use just your second base finger's breadth and apply more pressure sensation, and you'll be scratching that patsy clear off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method acting of coming to the job, and started scratching quite arduous with her arcsecond finger's breadth nail.

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

These words causing an all-round mussitation of pestiferous sniggers of their own.

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's minute fingerbreadth nestled into the soft plication of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the forum became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her project. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellow framework deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her digit began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her legal action plateaued in a smooth, steady rhythm. The plump and swollen extinct mouth of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin framework. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more fleshly. faint shudder wracked her body and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became despiteful. A briery prod, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely fall in in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to go on for several, long, adrenaline-pumping second, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's lustrous red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her neck and then her breasts as her military action had clearly morphed into blatant and urgent masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the yell. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing sign of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed mellifluous missionary station.

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

"What the hell do imagine you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the vocalization."That damn grapevine soil is smeared all over the spot now. Maybe we should get a pro cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive vox, having been given favourable reception to change tactic."Energy anyone in this consultation have cleaning accomplishment adept enough to seek the undertaking of removing this stubborn grape smear ?"

Immediately a unit wood of coat of arms dig vertical, accompanied by strident clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single soul is willing to give it a try,"shouted the vocalisation to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The timber of arms responded to her tease with excited thrashing as the clamor of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animate being, you know that ?"said the vocalisation with a broad grinning, amused to get laid she was not the only sick and twisted pervert in the room, and knowing her words at normal 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 full minute, even the most fiery of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

"I want to play fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this consultation was not party to the instruction and nirvana of Trish Trash 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 eyes and twist around a duo of clock time, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound fairly ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a lowly but tight labyrinth of slightly resentful and very jealous sidekick and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded tilt was tall and slim. Not sound tariff hefty, but even in her college uniform it was quite seeming she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar mark one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

"No ruler,"decreed the manage voice,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no harsh hooey, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well lay off when I tell you."

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

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Christian Bible of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to stomach the Saame sweet torture. 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 trouble, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to stand behind you now to get a better tilt, 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 rectify white meat, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a firm, loving hug of sustenance. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

Positioning herself so her back talk where touching Belinda's earlobe as she spoke, the heartless conquest began.

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking jerk, interspaced with yearn, slow, top to bottom slug of its protruding curve. Her natural language stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several to a greater extent unit of ammunition of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the out-of-doors palm of her free manus slowly slithered down from the ass of Belinda's titty, maintaining contact, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the fluid, exposed abdomen until the tips of her fingerbreadth felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim girdle of her scanty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the boundary, and then be held back ….. the design for a encompassing receptive goal.

"Does that feel full, babe ? I'm going to impact you now. Touch that nasty grime on your front line. 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 start place. A big warm muddy slit is a great deal nicer. A squeamish, warm up, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new mucky jam, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No motive to slice anything on you. Somebody's already given you a prissy big juicy puss. May I feel it ? May I feel your puss ? 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 stop on your quick juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingerbreadth had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the step-in waistcloth creating their own petty bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistcloth. Then down, down those finger crept, slow and subtle. They discovered a clean shaven hummock around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Revelation of Saint John the Divine didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the number one to claim pussy violation of their in style drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their dirty money. They've been given for the first time dibs at an randy, wet suppuration, and were gon na piddle tinker's dam sure they found their way inside. Those finger wanted to slue into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, loaded and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and tea cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double squeak as her torso gave two suddenly sharp convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging swing dance. Prior bill of arrival had duly been given, but when unobserved fingers had brushed against her aroused and tender honey bud, it was as still a electric shock and surprise.

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

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

The onlookers were ecstatic their dupe had been dragged through the first of all of many humiliating intrusion 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 stand still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously expectant and ribbed, bulbous strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

"Don't vexation, then. We'll be there to steer you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your English,"oozed another girlfriend as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in post.

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

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