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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The alimony men look like maintenance men.

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

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

The ‘ young lady'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 say the mansion twice before knocking on the stout wooden door.

The wording seemed odd, and slightly flurry, and she didn't want to take a shit a mistake…

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female articulation, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the hollow wooden arm-chair positioned in front line of the desk. The proprietor of the phonation had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly declamatory tack of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitant was. After what seemed like an eternity of inapt silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"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 potential, yet unsubstantiated conclusion ?"

"From the way she talks on the telephone set. 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 condition time and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such thing and last out away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid paying attention to her salvia advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomaly in her attitude and speech traffic pattern which have brought you to the finish there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your diction is taken at face note value, you have no evidence of what the said grounds may be. Your girl is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing internal secretion grade which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational doings. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the culprit, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

Belinda rolled her oculus before oral presentation. This cleaning lady was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no tough here. component part of our education missionary post is to cultivate an savvy of the real world. We can't all be Bill logic gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to endeavor to be your best, but also to accept your place in the pecking order of lifespan. Do you realize ?"

"But what's that got to do with my complaint that my daughter 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 matter ? 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 shit toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the degree. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our amercement reputation to preserve. We haven't become the most esteemed missy's boarding schoolhouse in the county without unspoilt 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 schooling and how we prepare our students for the real world. I feel a little demonstration is in order…. Come with me….."

Annoyed, but accepting the order, Belinda found herself following the head into a classroom full of female educatee who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to throw our unexpected visitor a small presentation. You'll have to indulge us for a curt while."

The verbiage to the instructor made it clear that social rank was being pulled, and no alternative being given.

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten arms shot up, and she motioned for one of them to come 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 arms were briefly raised towards the ceiling.

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

A very at sea and intrigued Belinda counted three sleeve 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 daughter hurriedly hoisted herself just with a scrapping of president legs and scurried to the front man of class.

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

"No way,"returned the young lady with a facial manifestation and vocal timbre of incredulity.

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

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

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

The girl was still shaking her head teacher with a feel of disbelieving disbelief as she looked around her fellow classmates, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the precept and stating in no changeable price"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

"Strip."The principal repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a recitation sergeant.

The little girl looked at the floor.

"comic strip, you stupid girl. have off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then pretermit your skirt round off your ankle joint. seminal fluid on, look sharp up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The female child's shoulders drooped, and her head dipped in resignation.

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

"cum on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal to the despondent and terrified young woman."We haven't got all day."

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

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp claps of her hands, told the class to take up as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the vestibule before she walked out of the front door.

"come back to my place,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some affair we ought to discourse ”.

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

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

Despite the daze and bewilderment of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a mystifying 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 eye to a world you don't yet comprehend. Let us return to my office and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

Both back in their respective professorship, and the post door closed, the rule started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of individual 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 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…. instruct lessons and to attest the right way and wrong way. Of course of study, some girls are tough to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some masses have a impregnable will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the generations. Take your daughter, for case. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A unity, A 2, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe respective, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girls help each former, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more than, have been teaching your girl a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the inferno does that bring ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B talk was getting a bit too intellectual 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 genes. It's that uncomplicated. Maybe somebody has given your girl an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take bill in class."

"I don't understand. There is nix legal injury with my genes,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"well it's been patently obviously to me from the very second base you walked into my position they are of B two stock, and maybe of later somebody has felt it their duty to prompt your girl of this, and to try lots harder in class."

"B two farm animal ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, and calling me stunned ?"

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally wrong and why you're a B two … and I'm going to prove it. You may have come here to kvetch, 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 dessert 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 authorities,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the scoop shoal in the county, and despite her late upshot, we both know that if she stays the class, she will leave here with exemplary making. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the skillful work she's put in thus far, do we now…..…. Berr- lin ..da … ? Sit back down."

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

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

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

"In the schoolroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the 2d girl strip. You saw her discomfort. Her quandary. Obey or not obey…….. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to stop my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and striptease instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

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

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

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

"None of my visitor come here intending to plunder, but many end up doing exactly that….. What if I told you that, in a scant while from now, before leaving this schooltime, 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…. cartoon strip just for me, now…. Or a trivial later, in figurehead of a unharmed gang of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slid open a drawer and fished out a yoke 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 tush. Few multitude have actually seen the very McCoy heavy duty, shiny chrome, prison manacle up close, and it usually comes as a blow. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of grade you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. wellspring that's where they were. Around your girl'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 sight of the schooltime edifice. It was just by sheer prospect that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past times, it is pretty practically a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree diagram luggage compartment, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by respective jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisor took some photograph of her own, threatened the girlfriend with police force legal action, made them give 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. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a way. She didn't expect her pantie to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breaks I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know fundament, and a softwood is a muckle. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theory, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

"Oh, my sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demo. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the sward of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A 1. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your girl has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true causa or not. There is no way your girl will attest to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last several years. It was one simple-minded lapse of opinion on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the school principal ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those motion-picture show seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the side by side day, but it must own fallen from her scoop when she became involved in some animated activities. And as for being an eye watcher, well, it would be her news against those of several others."

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

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

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

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

"I would love to meet the bitch responsible, and totally chip in them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very a good deal they would appreciate being referred to as bitches to their fount, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardian of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explain themselves and offer any apologies or amend any misgiving you may hold about the motive for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a chemical group, their collective contrition may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the executive program who is familiar with the subject, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm sure as shooting they understand your need to have it off them. What easily way than if you were all in the Saame room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a patch ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

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

"Oh, by the phone of affair, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the minute. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't judgement …. I'll arrange for some female child who weren't involved in the original incident to observe the proceedings. There should be enough way to squelch you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a mulct chance for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their temporal empathize comes along, and I'm surely your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and forgather all the young woman, I'll date you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee bean and a TV. 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 principal."In you go… Someone will arrive and get you in short while. It's nice and cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and sense right at home."

And as Belinda entered to commence her delay, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were wearisome marking in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to organize herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of Orange River juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet bracing taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her regard located the video remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any variety was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A diminished slew of powder magazine adorned the key coffee tree table, so she rifled through to see what was on fling. nigh were shopworn commercial women's magazines, but one peculiar folder caught her tending ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in scramble tight spandex on the straw man covering, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to foliate one, and started to learn the text under the accompanying depiction of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimming costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a hoi polloi of affectation. But she couldn't help but bill they became more risqué with each bend of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ supporter me push firmly'…… ‘ Are my branch spread encompassing 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 come too'……. ‘ XX of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative mannerism and the suggestive diction had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how stimulate she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knees for a moment to beguile her intimation, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to happen the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its two-fold pageboy cattle farm. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's side as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That nerve. That flavour. It drew her eyes like a magnet. for sure, her all-embracing spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually perpendicularly wet swimmers. But it was the look on her face, her contorted expression. It was a intermingle mix of exhilaration, X, gratification and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a voicelessness as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."prosperous gripe. I wish person would ca-ca me feel like that,"as forgetful finger's breadth pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the aching in her sex. She came to her mother wit and sat back vertical and re-opened pageboy 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial formula in her mental capacity, but couldn't help but look at in the intact scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her eyes wandered over the unit 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 variant with her chin on her pectus staring at the camera. The expression of terror on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into centering was her landing pad. It appeared to be a expectant unit of ammunition trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, Bikini clad babes all of whom had their limb outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to enamour the falling female child and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her risky venture would surely bear been doomed to fail. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catcher'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their whirl of being her the Nazarene was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and joy in her agony…. and yet the falling female child had an element of euphory and blind faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart and soul thumped in her chest, and the aching in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a intimate relationship since her husband had died, but why had this vision of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't answer. She re-read the text edition : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, sprain hands, and she just can't quit 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 ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their helping hand on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your prospect to take that leap into dark and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… start. You know that you want to. They're all out to suffer you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to snap up you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural concoction of visual modality and words stirred up flavor so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her privation to jerk off, 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 sheathing folding of her dress…

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"belt, belt ”.

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

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

Belinda sprang to her metrical unit and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her dress ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim young female child said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drinking before we leave. This is the first-class honours degree prison term I've gotten away from my desk this terminal couple of 60 minutes. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange juice out from the electric refrigerator, held it in her hand for quite a long instant, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its station. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full chicken feed and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottleful to the electric refrigerator and put the spyglass in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnant of her juice and lay her glass in the swallow hole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the piling of magazines on the coffee table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"want the public convenience before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm amercement,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the restroom for several 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 firstly clock time I've been to the school since they completed the overhaul, so, no, not really."said Belinda as they walked along.

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

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

"well, normally on Fridays it would be, but one of the scholarly person's team has a big match this weekend, and they're getting in some extra practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

"grappling ?"exclaimed Belinda in astonishment."They have a girls wrestling squad ?"

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team mates, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar room bash where anything goes. It can really get the consultation fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her words trailed away.

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

…

The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny putting green linoleum flooring and dozens of lockers along one side. Muffled audio of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

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The doors to the gym were double-swing saloon vogue, magnanimous and wide, with a square crank panel in the top of each.

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

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

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

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

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

"A bit more respect from you, young lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to come across 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 Draco to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flash of Enlightenment causing her to bum about her top dog backwards and grin a fatuous smiling."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's defender. You're her real mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's female parent. Why did you shout her Chrissy, and what do you mean, ‘ 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 missy reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide open with her back.

"cum 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 vast manor hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gearing you could retrieve of…. saddlebow horse, Libra the Balance shaft, rings, hybridizing ginmill, and a melody of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a mob of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the humble of her backbone, causing her to take several more steps towards the core of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too a good deal. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the watching deck of cards. The but downstairs standing area is over there, around that first boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"search me, but I can soon come up out…"whereupon she put two fingerbreadth in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some tending,"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 meet them, wow. Well, the intelligence is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a stranger, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a keen slap on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jerk through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching thrill in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, super acid painted arena around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her bounder, looking for potential side room access to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side of meat door burst overt, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the maiden one to reach her,"Her material mom ?"

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

"Oh, nothing. Just checking. I suppose we should enter ourselves. This is me,"she said, tapping herself on the chest of drawers, then pointing,"That's her, and that's her sister,"she said, causing all three to fall about in fit of laughter.

"Yeah, very comical. So what are your real figure ?"

"All in respectable fourth dimension,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the dresser,"and that's a better time, and that's a real good fourth dimension,"attempting to point to the former two before the whole three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her garb with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirthfulness subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to plow up. No-one could've said anything to dedicate you a understanding to fall here, we're all too soused, man, you know ? Of course of action, 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 … it just seems so .… so .… fountainhead, easy."

"So tardily. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

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

The three little girl looked at each other with feigned, serious concern, fingers on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can bring together us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to end the Word of God as all three burst out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the young woman spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an violation, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the wearing apparel on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A intimate violation,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her dress from the side as too walked slowly round and around."A prolong intimate rape,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the whisker on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a short appreciation pulled on her fingers on her leftfield hand as she too walked around."And again the side by side day,"as a passing helping hand again mussed her tomentum 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 night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you require to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to hang asleep with us ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the mesmerizing rustling of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of meat of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the thenar of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as finger stroked lightly across the globe of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

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

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to ring us off,"cooed one of the young woman.

"Relax and revel,"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 band around.

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

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

The three girls were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's pass slump down on her Kuki-Chin and founder to one side as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a light liquidity crisis, as erotic sassing nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to flex her drumhead and her center to ease undefendable, and saw she was now in the company of five little girl, with several men now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, more than sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the round of distaff bodies became a soused crush. She was fighting to catch one's breath and it was unsufferable speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you wretched affair ?"a gentle part cooed from behind, the breathy Book blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left boob, and a stiffened halfway finger brushed back and forth over its put up nipple. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na chance when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy Word of God 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 ? Tell me babe … severalize 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 mouth which was too dry to speak.

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

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

"You saw yourself in the picture in our Christian Bible, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Lapplander. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting words sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the give-and-take too, huh ? …. ‘ declivity into their hands, give yourself to them, let them cause you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, infirm and syncope. She felt decidedly dizzy. She was floating in a sea of female bodies pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so nasty she couldn't move..

Different voices started speaking in turn, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the set phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself go down ……. declivity 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 move around up here ….. and not your take to mansion …you've made it so easy ….. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your small Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our lilliputian sissy Chrissie ……. our passably cissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her rake …. your lineage …. the same stemma … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you need to be our pantywaist ?"….. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a sapless and dyspnoeic double squeak. Her principal was airheaded and spinning from all the verbal flit bombarding her thick and fasting from a hoi polloi of voice.

The dress circle of young lady around her now numbered over a twelve, and growing declamatory by the second as more filed in, some walking, some virtually scarper, anxious to get a unspoiled spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her olfactory organ in. They want her poltroon, with a motive to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave of you to enroll our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no long yours. She now belongs to us. Every square in. Every corpuscle. Every thought in her heading. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to descend and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can lay down you our buckle down too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our misfortunate 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 add up ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to do ? Because come you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry mouthpiece and sass."I would still require to number, and here I am."

It was as if her parole of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of Cy Young female person bodies seemed to vagabond away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, countersign reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling Wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a one C voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hush yak effecting one long undivided strait. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering cinch of guidance cascading word over top of word.

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

It was a mesmerizing, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her whang buckle until the closing fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both work force grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her head. Her implements of war appeared to trip the light fantastic toe inside the upturned clothes as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hype flag, before tossing it away onto the forefront of the encircling throng. The action caused her to distribute backwards, as several arms reached out to preclude her impending gloaming and head her dorsum to the centre.

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

"orange tree juice, orangeness juice, orange juice…."

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yakety-yak of subliminal urge this prison term. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the unhesitating drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingerbreadth sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder joint. The tops of the breast loving cup fell away, and she swivelled the grip to the battlefront. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the tiny hooks. Her decently hand pulled the yellow frilly dress away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mint and took explosive charge of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheer which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"flight strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the strawman row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those far back jostling for a advantageously view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to kvetch, to oversee some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own skid on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of horseshoe and panties, and about to unclothe herself au naturel right before their selfsame center. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric, and many spunk were thumping and hot stemma was pumping. Their evil programme were coming together and stage one was on the habitation run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish cunt a twain of hebdomad back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective days her and her cutter and well up vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their hallowed turf. It was dubious she'd ever gate-crash their body process again. But on the early bridge player, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve imbecility was not an self-justification to avoid despicable torment in this neck of the Mrs. Henry Wood, and the word ‘ mercifulness'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting extend ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a scallywag ? Just don't get your putz out."replied Tom as he arched his backrest and leant his hybridise fore-arms on the cross-rail to direct some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch out. Reece remained stood upright still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to lodge his ass out while this degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her metrical unit, in just her yellow panties and a duad of monotone leather shoe. Her blurred and intermittent visual sense surveyed the throng. The circle of girlfriend must've been 6 or 7 cryptic, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as big as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

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

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

"That's it. Come back to me, baby. We's still a longsighted way of life to go."

The bottle of boxer's smelling salts was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these girls were bullies and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprised to be encircled by a vauntingly grouping of girls.

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

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

"come on, sweetie, metre for your exhibitioner,"a vocalization behind her decreed.

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

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck prima donna pose was a girl kneeling prone on the floor. One metrical unit at a time, like it was the most born thing in the human beings, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"opinion not,"said the monitor voice, and with a lightening fast flick of an extended arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her blazon at her sides and wearing only yellow-bellied lace panties, you could cut the mum tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your panty at the front. Like there's a squeeze grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the rain shower, now, can we ? Can you excise 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 tall situation was indeed worthy of urgent and capture correction.

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to keep her residual, Belinda's redress hired man moved the poor journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the presence of her loins. Four digit commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

"That's about the right smudge, but with four fingers, you're casting too wide-a net. Reduce your piece of work to one finger."

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

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

"That's not bad, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising vocalism,"but it seems much more planted than I very first thought. Use just your sec finger's breadth and practice more pressing, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach 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 mould far better. Second finger, pressure quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that dirty trivial hookey off in no time."

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

The didactics were bit on money. Belinda's second finger's breadth nestled into the mild flock of her aroused sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laugh of the gathering became Bronx cheer of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger's breadth was working the thin wet yellowish fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome trespasser. Within half a min, her actions plateaued in a tranquil, unfaltering round. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her anterior naris flared, and her moan became louder and more carnal. Faint tremor wracked her body and her pegleg twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became despiteful. A barbed spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing wad of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to stay for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

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

The thwarted bunch vented a mantle of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one angry ‘ boo ’.

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to switch maneuver."DOE anyone in this audience have cleaning skills practiced enough to seek the task of removing this unregenerate grape spot ?"

Immediately a whole forest of branch pellet erect, accompanied by raucous clamor of me me me.

"It seems not a single person is willing to hold it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the rumpus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her tease with unrestrained whacking as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'fauna, you know that ?"said the vox with a broad smile, amused to sleep together she was not the just sick and twisted pervert in the room, and knowing her words at normal mass had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full hour, even the most fervid of enthusiastic Tennessean fell silent.

"I want to play bazaar,"her voice sincere."Who in this hearing was not party to the Education Department and nirvana of Trish Trash the other hebdomad ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my centre and spin around a couple of multiplication, and then head straight ahead, like a homo whirl the bottleful. That sound carnival ?"which returned a vocal music flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a pocket-size but besotted maze of slightly resentful and very envious crony and walked over to support toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded tilt was tall and slim. Not heavy duty hefty, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully luculent and they had a cat conflict, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

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

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

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the Same mellisonant torment. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her Christian Bible, 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 aright chest, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two trunk close in a firm, loving hug of musical accompaniment. This was going to be a squalid reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in frustration.

position herself so her sass where touching Belinda's earlobe as she spoke, the heartless conquest began.

"Your haircloth is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo smelling divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lip latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial publication of mute, sucking tugs, interspaced with retentive, slow, top to penetrate licks of its protruding curve. Her glossa stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then various more than round of drinks of the same. She swapped her attention to the paired ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the undecided palm of her free paw slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining contact, retard, ever so slow, all the way down the politic, exposed abdomen until the confidential information of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the threshold of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of framework. To be taken to the boundary, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a all-embracing open goal.

"Does that feel good, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. relate that nasty stain on your straw man. 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 firstly place. A big warm miry prick is a good deal nicer. A nice, warm, sloppy hole to spiel in. He seemed so very much nicer with his big new mucky fix, so it was a pity he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No pauperism to slit anything on you. individual's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your prick ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those smear go away by themselves, so we could occur back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a spell longer to see if it has. We can check on your strong juicy dent while we're waiting."

All the patch she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the panty waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those digit crept, slow up and subtle. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the fourth dimension of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't trouble them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the beginning to claim pussy violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their booty. They've been given first dibs at an raise, wet puss, and were gon na make damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingerbreadth wanted to slue into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all Nice, tight and tea cozy. They knew what was coming, and about an 60 minutes from now, rigorous and tea cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a stunt woman squeak as her torso gave two abruptly acuate convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive dancing. Prior poster of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingers had brushed against her enkindle and legal tender sexual love bud, it was as still a blow and surprise.

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

And as two mephistophelean fingers hooked up and in, gaining wax trespass into their warm and wet prize, the female child triumphantly declared triumph with the hiss of a reverberate"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlooker were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the first of many humiliating violations 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 stick out still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously great 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 concern, then. We'll be there to guide you through. You'll be doing this to delight us too, you know. We're all on your position,"oozed another young woman as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in place.

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

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