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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like sustentation men.

The female person head teacher is a typical, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

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

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

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Belinda baulked and had to say the mansion twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

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

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. shoal PRINCIPLAL AND educatee VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same distaff spokesperson, as the manus on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty-bellied wooden arm-chair positioned in figurehead of the desk. The possessor of the vox had not looked up from apparently writing Book of Numbers on an overtly large weather sheet of newspaper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward quiet, the voice raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was tyrannical and curt,"How may I facilitate ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid regard to her sage advice … no thing … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may feature perceived unusual person in her attitude and manner of speaking approach pattern which have brought you to the finale there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your phraseology is taken at fount value, you have no grounds of what the said cause may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of fair sex and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all manner of irregular and irrational demeanor. However, should the lawsuit indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

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

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no tough here. part of our Department of Education mission is to cultivate an apprehension of the real worldly concern. We can't all be eyeshade Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to reach to be your scoop, but also to take over your place in the pecking order of life sentence. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to lift your impartation of headache to the condition 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 thought ?"

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

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our very well reputation to bear on. We haven't become the most prestigious girl's boarding schooling in the county without good reason."

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the working of this school and how we prepare our student 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 pupils who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to return our unexpected visitant a footling demonstration. You'll have to coddle us for a short while."

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

"Right,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a astute blast which echoed the room.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten weaponry momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

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

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

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial reflection and vocal flavor of incredulity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The little girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid missy. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then flatten your skirt round your ankle. ejaculate on, speed up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

"See, you've upset our visitor ”, the principal cut her off."What you must do now is climb up onto instructor's desk and stand facing your classmates. Then, when they start chanting ‘ flight strip - landing strip - strip show ’, you will take out 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 star immediately showed her the thenar of her helping hand, which brought her into total silence.

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

With that, the little girl shuffled around and stood on the teacher's chairman, then stepped up onto the mesa, and set herself facing her classmate.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the dealer then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two precipitous clap of her hands, told the socio-economic class to take up as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the anteroom before she walked out of the front door.

"ejaculate back to my office,"she said, as unruffled 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 ….. Come with me… you deserve an explanation. And you are in school. This is where things are explained, yes ?"the principal cooed.

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

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

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one female child to do something totally unfitting and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to hold the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking ordering of life….. As for the early miss …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach lessons and to demonstrate the right way and incorrect way. Of line, some miss are harder to instruct that others. It's in the cistron, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these cistron are passed through the genesis. strike your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no yobo here. Just A ones, A II, B ace and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A unity. It is not only the teachers who teach. The female child help each early, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your defect. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low superior factor. It's that round-eyed. Maybe soul has given your daughter an extra-curricular staring reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the salutary schooling in the county, and despite her recent payoff, we both know that if she stays the track, she will bequeath here with warning qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardize all the good oeuvre she's put in thus far, do we now…..…. Berr- lin ..da … ? Sit back down."

Belinda slumped back onto her president. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to stimulate lost the first round.

"That's right. Make yourself well-off. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your doings ?"

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

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

"I was thinking no such affair. The miserable wretch was about to have a flighty breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take in her spot ? 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 exercise 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 visitors come here intending to uncase, 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…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a niggling later, in straw man of a completely bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the head as she calmly slid afford a drawer and fished out a couplet of cuff, before dropping them with a loud thumping on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of line you don't…. you only surmise your daughter is being bullied. fountainhead that's where they were. Around your girl's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavory incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering class fellow taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police action at law, made them grant her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at distance the succeeding day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her panty to be dragged down her wooden leg, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaking I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know footing, and a deal is a lot. She is acutely aware 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 sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a parole I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A unity. You don't stand a chance."

"Never head about my probability, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the girls who assaulted my girl ? Are any commission going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your girl has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the confessedly slip or not. There is no way your daughter will bear witness to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been theme to this conclusion several years. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"alibi me ”, apologises the principal ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those film seem to stimulate gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her television camera when she entered the gym the following day, but it must have fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some animated body process. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her word against those of several others."

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

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

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

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

"I would know to fill the bitches responsible, and totally chip in them a objet d'art of my mind."

"I doubt very a lot they would appreciate being referred to as bitch to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardian of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explicate themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivation for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a mathematical group, their corporate attrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

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

"Damn right I can."

"well, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is destitute today. There are all the usual bits and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be adequate room to set up all the missy involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the audio 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 master copy incident to find the proceedings. There should be sufficiency room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastening and appropriate punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a fortune to enhance their temporal sympathize comes along, and I'm sure your offer will be an case to behold."

"I don't care 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 put together all the miss, I'll accompaniment you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and java and a video. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a toilet facility if you feel a need to refresh 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 mates of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brown wooden door….

"Here we are,"cooed the star."In you go… Someone will descend and get you in short while. It's nice and cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it worthy and finger right at home."

And as Belinda entered to start her time lag, she noticed underneath the Tea elbow room sign there were dull markings in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the minor fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to machinate herself a chocolate when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of orange juice into a crank and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in admiration of the sweet freshen perceptiveness. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the boob tube remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to influence as they should. A minor wad of magazine publisher adorned the telephone exchange coffee berry table, so she rifled through to see what was on pass. to the highest degree were banal commercial women's magazine publisher, but one particular pamphlet caught her attending ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female jock in skin tight spandex on the front covering fire, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to read the text edition under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimming costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a large number of poses. But she couldn't help but bill 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 stretch and loving it'……… ‘ supporter me push harder'…… ‘ Are my peg spread wide enough ?'

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

‘ My bus wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to add up too'……. ‘ 20 of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative pose and the suggestive phraseology had made Belinda efflorescence with an incompatible glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how randy she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her human knee for a consequence to arrest her breathing spell, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to discover the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Sir Frederick Handley Page 43 and 44 with its dual varlet facing pages. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the look on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That look. It drew her optic like a magnet. Sure, her wide-cut ranch ramification were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly expressed camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet natator. But it was the feel on her face, her contorted aspect. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the lyric barely a whisper as she leaned back into the grand couch."Lucky bitch. I wish someone would make me finger like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the saddle of garb overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back vertical and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to stash away that facial manifestation in her nous, but couldn't help but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclaiming of realisation as her eyes wandered over the altogether two page double-spread. The bikini clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle form with her chin on her breast staring at the television camera. The look of affright on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite senior high school, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into direction was her landing pad. It appeared to be a gravid troll trampoline surrounded by respective, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling fille and secure a good landing. If she had put herself solely in those script without the trampoline back-up, her escapade would surely have been doomed to miscarry. Then on airless inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evilness and contempt…. their whirl of being her Savior was bogus… like they wanted her to bomb and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling female child had an element of euphoria and subterfuge faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a sexual relationship since her hubby had died, but why had this visual modality of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and affright, combined with the accompanying textbook caused her stipulation ? It was a motion she couldn't answer. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into malevolent, twist around hands, and she just can't stop herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't gloaming. She jumped. Will you jump ? commit yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your luck to involve that jump into darkness and meet with the destiny you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offering and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them engage whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural confection of vision and Book stirred up feel so out or keeping, yet so intense they had made her privation 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 distort overlay faithful of her dress…

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"whack, knocking ”.

Belinda took in a acutely, startled aspiration of breath and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the java table.

The door opened and a well-disposed face appeared, and a cheery vocalism asked if she was set up to go.

Belinda sprang to her feet and her palms hurriedly straightened the front line of her wearing apparel ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim Danton True Young girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't creative thinker but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first-class honours degree time I've catch away from my desk this last couple of hour. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange succus out from the electric refrigerator, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full-of-the-moon glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the nursing bottle to the fridge and put the chicken feed in the sink. Belinda too finished the oddment of her juice and lay her spyglass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of cartridge clip on the coffee mesa, which of course of instruction had"sugariness and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself flush.

"Need the public toilet before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm mulct,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the toilet facility for several min of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl 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, commit me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful nudge with her elbow."Some of the girlfriend are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team peer, 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 interview fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her words trailed away.

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

…

The next corridor was long with a glazed green linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one incline. muted 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 for sure you can find your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her heel and walked away.

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

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The doorway to the gym were double-swing saloon style, bombastic and wide, with a square glass panel in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I help you ?"The baritone, almost manful interpreter 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 skin tight spandex body suit.

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, young madam, 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 quetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The split second of nirvana causing her to frig around her forefront backwards and grin a fatuous smile."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's shielder. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young young lady reversed into one of the swing doorway and held it broad unfastened 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 head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the Brobdingnagian hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball courtyard, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic paraphernalia you could consider of…. pommel horses, balance beams, gang, cross bars, and a cable of climbing framing along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a hoop of observation window leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand thrust firmly against the pocket-size of her back, causing her to take respective to a greater extent steps towards the centre of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the little girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The only downstairs standing orbit is over there, around that low boxing ring,"she said, pointing encourage ahead,"seminal fluid on, let's go."

"fountainhead don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you sleep together if anyone is here to play me ?"

"search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting pennywhistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the thaumaturgy. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to take on them, wow. Well, the countersign 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 alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharply smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loin, making her peak red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

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

Suddenly, a diminished position threshold explosion open, and three teenage missy, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting form, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the commencement one to reach out her,"Her literal mom ?"

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

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

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a respectable time, and that's a actual skilful fourth dimension,"attempting to guide to the former two before the altogether three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her stomach with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her dress with the early, 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 reverse up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to issue forth here, but, hey, we just didn't really await it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and double welcome. We said it would be overnice to consume you, and beano .. here you are,"causing snigger from the early two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three girlfriend looked at each other with feigned, serious fear, fingers on chins, 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 terminate the word as all three salvo out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll semen clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the refrain 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 rape,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her attire from the side as too walked slowly turn and around."A protracted intimate Assault,"said another from tush, casually brushing her digit through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a unclouded grasp pulled on her fingerbreadth on her left handwriting as she too walked around."And again the succeeding day,"as a release hired hand again mussed her hairsbreadth and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all Night long"…."A sleepy Nox long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to pass the nighttime ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you require to fall asleep ?"…."Do you need to fall asleep ?"…. asked the mesmerizing whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the medal of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as finger's breadth stroked lightly across the ball of her ass. The missy had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her pass sloshing back and forth.

The surge of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's wellbeing was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, inebriate, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eye with her head tilted backwards and was emitting delicate purrs of discernment. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small rotary of three girlfriend, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost descent. She regained her Balance and looked up at the missy who, now their bent-over convulsion of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A twain of blazon reached around her from behind and gave a promiscuous squeeze, as erotic mouth nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sentiency caused Belinda to turn her head and her oculus to relieve open, and saw she was now in the caller of five girls, with several hired hand now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five little girl crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak to a greater extent firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her external respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female organic structure became a fast puppy love. She was fighting to breathe and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you short thing ?"a piano spokesperson cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the infatuation, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger's breadth brushed back and forth over its set up nipple. The flat decoration of another handwriting slowly slithered up the inside of her aright leg."What's it gon na regain 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 female child, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? severalize me babe … tell me that you like this ….. separate me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inhale with a flinch as the creeping flat bridge player reached its damp-panty fair game on cue, and gave a acute, firm upward tweak.

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

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

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

Different vox started speaking in turn, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. capitulation into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their hands ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so well-to-do ….. 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-fixed …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our footling sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your lineage …. the Sami line of descent … that you're a pantywaist too …. a pretty niggling pansy …. do you desire to be our milksop ?"….. do you want to be our Milquetoast ? …. do you require to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a faint and dyspnoeal double close shave. Her oral sex was giddy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a battalion of interpreter.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a 12, and growing big by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually running, dying to get a good spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the pickings. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone phonation, advancing her crepuscle into bondage.

"It was very unfearing of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, rock oil and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every foursquare inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and contact with us, the girlfriend who own your daughter ? We can spend a penny you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whim ... 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 make out ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of accession were a cue, and the minute they were spoken, the crowding roofy of young female eubstance seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the littler inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her heel, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a c phonation were whispering as one, urging their requirement. A uninterrupted, hushed chatter effecting one long single phone. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of direction cascading news over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmerizing, flowing flow of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger's breadth fiddled with her bang buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her attire. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her head. Her limb appeared to dance inside the upturned clothes as it floated on-high above her shoulder. With the garment now set detached, she waved it around like a hype flag, before tossing it away onto the straits of the encircling throng. The natural action caused her to stagger backwards, as respective subdivision reached out to prevent her impending descent and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous troll of applause erupted from the big R-2 of looker-on as her garb disappeared into the bunch of consistency, some now looking from the fisticuffs ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"Orange succus, orange juice, orange juice…."

The bizarre and dreamlike chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's ears. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a mare's nest 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 drumfish of find out insistency. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled res publica, the resolute drum-beat of ingathering was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her finger's breadth sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her berm. The tops of the chest loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the grip to the front man. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingerbreadth as they released the diminutive maulers. Her right hand pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her trunk and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of charge up faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling volume and took complaint of the hobble yellowed garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of promontory, causing another upsurge of cheerfulness which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"cartoon strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with expectancy now, with those encourage back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to manage some sort of penalisation, to seek some retribution. But their underarm ways had caused her to invest her own shoe on the other animal foot, and now here she was, standing in only a twain of shoe and panties, and about to strip herself naked rightfield before their very oculus. The atmosphere of prediction was electric, and many fondness were thumping and hot lineage was pumping. Their evil program were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the 1st exciting field of operations since they'd taken concern of that interloping, interfering Trish cunt a dyad of workweek back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her tender and well up vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an apology to avoid vile torment in this cervix of the woods, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

"Hey, Trish … want some to a greater extent orange juice ?"…….…"Yes please !"

The chanting preserve ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her invertebrate foot, in just her yellow step-in and a pair of flat leather horseshoe. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the concourse. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her palpebra were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the speciality, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in swarthiness and swayed.

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

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

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

The feeding bottle of boxer's smelling SALT was immediately replaced in its'allotted dapple. All these girlfriend were yobbo and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprise to be encircled by a large group of daughter.

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

The rophy of girls giggled that unique, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly poke at each other with their elbows.

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

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

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive airs was a female child kneeling prone on the base. One foot at a prison term, like it was the most natural thing in the earth, this human tuffet was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening quick moving picture of an extended arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a Inner Light kick in her thigh, her cue to revert to being an observer.

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her sides and wearing only yellowed lacing panties, you could cut the silent tension with a knife.

"Belinda,"the voice spoke up quite brusquely to take hold of her attention and signaling a decree may be next.

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

"Something business concern me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your panties at the forepart. Like there's a squelch grape vine stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the shower, now, can we ? Can you engrave it off for me ?"

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

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

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

blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to wield her balance, Belinda's right mitt moved the short journey from its dangle at her second joint to the front of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the framework which covered the svelte protrusion of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach path to the task, and started scratching quite hard with her indorsement finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would make far better. Second finger's breadth, public press quite heavily, and rub up and down quite quickly. retain that up, and you'll rub that dirty piffling hookey off in no time."

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

The program line were berth on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the soft sheepcote of her aroused sex through the textile, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with function.

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her labor. Her slowly see-sawing digit was working the thin wet scandalmongering fabric deeper into her sex with every stroking. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a minute, her actions plateaued in a smooth, truelove rhythm. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow dilute material. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more carnal. Faint tremors wracked her body and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A prickly prodding, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely crack up in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisory program allowed this vulgar execution to proceed for several, long, adrenaline-pumping instant, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the cry. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremor patently showing signs of deranged foiling at having to abort her almost completed sweet missionary station.

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

"What the inferno do cerebrate you're doing ? You're making it regretful,"admonished the vocalization."That damn grape grease is smeared all over the lieu now. Maybe we should get a master cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to change tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning attainment proficient enough to essay the project of removing this obstinate grape dirt ?"

Immediately a whole forest of arms shot perpendicular, accompanied by raucous clamouring of me me me.

"It seems not a single mortal is leave to pay it a try,"shouted the vocalism to out-volume the din as she slowly spun on her heal, The afforest of blazonry responded to her teaser with frantic slaughter as the cacophony of clamoring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animal, you know that ?"said the voice with a encompassing smile, amused to know she was not the sole sick and misrepresented pervert in the room, and knowing her parole at rule bulk had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and tailspin around a couple of times, and then place straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound fairly ?"which returned a vocal ado of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but tight snarl of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was grandiloquent and reduce. Not big obligation muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite patent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully crystalline and they had a cat fighting, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No dominion,"decreed the oversight voice,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no approximative stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well intercept when I tell you."

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

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing discussion of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to support the same Henry Sweet suffering. Her conquering 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 difficulty, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to support behind you now to get a better sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her Logos, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom heart pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her mitt cupping Belinda's naked ripe breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two consistency close in a house, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sordid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

Positioning herself so her backtalk where touching Belinda's ear lobe as she spoke, the heartless seduction began.

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

Her back talk latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of mum, sucking tug, interspaced with long, slow, top to bottom clout of its protruding bend. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp jerk on her earlobe followed, before to a greater extent caresses and nibble, then several more rounds of the Lapplander. She swapped her attention to the diametric ear, and as she commenced its erotic attending, the open palm tree of her destitute hand slowly slithered down from the tail of Belinda's titty, maintaining contact, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, uncovered abdomen until the tips of her digit felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trig waistband of her scanty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of material. To be taken to the bound, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"Energy that find honorable, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that nasty stain 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 hunt knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the low gear place. A big warm baggy slit is much nicer. A decent, warm, sloppy hole to wreak in. He seemed so very much nicer with his big new overemotional golf hole, so it was a pity he had to so quickly languish away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No indigence to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy pussy. 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 piece longer to see if it has. We can agree on your warm juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdominal cavity at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingerbreadth crept, slow up and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven agglomerate around the clock time of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant revelation didn't perturb them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the first to take pussycat rape of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na establish tinker's damn certain they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all dainty, tight 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 two-base hit close call as her torso gave two short sharp convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging swing music dance. Prior notice of reaching had duly been given, but when unseen finger's breadth had brushed against her arouse and tender sexual love bud, it was as still a stupor and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingers hooked up and in, gaining wide violation into their warm and wet plunder, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a echo"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlooker were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the first of many humiliating misdemeanor to come.

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

…………..

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

"Retribution,"said one of the girls."They attacked you, and now it will be your chance to get back at one of them. She's being stripped, 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 point you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your slope,"oozed another little girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in stead.

"We'll be with you every step of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that horrifying, nasty bitch. trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally blooming awesome."

/////////////////////// end of theatrical role one .