A slow-burn tease about a naïve char who goes to confront 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 maintenance men look like sustainment men.

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

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

The ‘ young woman'are boisterous untried fair sex straight out of an American ( Pie ) play. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS apprentice WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. school PRINCIPLAL AND STUDENT VICE-PRINCIPAL

"ejaculate"called a distaff vocalism from within, and Belinda entered, closing the door behind her.

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Saami female spokesperson, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large flat solid of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this dame did not know who her visitant was. After what seemed like an timeless existence of awkward secretiveness, the spokesperson raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this potential, yet unsubstantiated determination ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid regard to her sage advice … no affair … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomaly in her mental attitude and actor's line patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of fair sex and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all mode of unpredictable and irrational deportment. However, should the crusade 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 tough here."

Belinda rolled her heart before speaking. This fair sex was really something.

"I have evidence. My paternal inherent aptitude. That's my evidence."

"Very scientific, I'm indisputable. 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 bullies here. component part of our breeding mission is to cultivate an understanding of the real world. We can't all be Bill gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your best, but also to accept your place in the pecking ordering of life. Do you empathize ?"

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

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

"I just want to make out 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 old age ago in a horrendous helicopter accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our ticket reputation to preserve. We haven't become the most prestigious young lady's boarding school in the county without estimable reason."

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this schooling and how we prepare our scholar for the existent humanity. I feel a picayune demo is in order…. seminal fluid with me….."

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

"I need to give our unexpected visitant a minuscule demonstration. You'll have to indulge us for a short while."

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

"Right,"boomed the head teacher as she brought her hands together in a incisive blast which echoed the room.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten blazonry shot up, and she motioned for one of them to add up remain firm out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily guessing up.

"Who is a B one ?"

Again, about six weapons system were briefly raised towards the ceiling.

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

A very confused and intrigued Belinda counted three weapons system in the air. The star pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the level just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair legs and scurried to the front of class.

"Now for your Age of Reason 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 of magnitude,"cartoon strip ”.

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

"funnies,"the principal repeated her barque."Blouse and surround off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The female child was still shaking her head with a look of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her mate classmates, looking to match this wasn't some variety of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsealed terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

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

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

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

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid fille. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then flatten your skirt round your ankles. come on, rush up. All your classmates are waiting."

It was at this power point 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 teacher's desk and support facing your classmate. Then, when they start chanting ‘ cartoon strip - slip - strip ’, you will remove every stitch of clothing which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

"But……"Belinda again started, and the corpus immediately showed her the palm of her bridge player, which brought her into entire silence.

"seed on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal 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 chair, then stepped up onto the table, and set herself facing her classmates.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal sum then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two tart clap of her hands, told the class to summarize as they were and get on with their studies. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the straw man door.

"Come back to my berth,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some things we ought to hash out ”.

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

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

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

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the office room access closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one lady friend 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…. learn lessons and to demonstrate the right way and legal injury way. Of course, some miss are harder to instruct that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some mass have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as sonant leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the generations. choose your girl, for example. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no rowdy here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe various, A I. It is not only the teachers who teach. The female child help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your girl a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held responsible for for deliberately passing on your low ranking genes. It's that wide-eyed. Maybe mortal has given your girl an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notification in class."

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

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very second you walked into my office they are of B two farm animal, and maybe of deep individual has felt it their duty to remind your girl of this, and to try much harder in class."

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

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

"But I've just driven sixty knot to be here in person to kick 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 hold come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a schoolhouse principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my dear cherubic pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

"I don't like you're tincture, 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 best school in the county, and despite her recent issues, we both know that if she stays the course of instruction, she will leave here with exemplary making. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to threaten all the serious 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 give birth lost the first of all round.

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to unclothe and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the moment young lady 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 stop my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and strip instead ….take her home …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such thing. The piteous wretch was about to have got a flighty breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your pelt is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the fastball. 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 strip, but many end up doing exactly that….. What if I told you that, in a dead while from now, before leaving this schoolhouse, you are going to be totally bare-buck au naturel. 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 social movement of a whole gang of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slid unfold a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuff, before dropping them with a loud thump 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 buns. Few people have actually seen the real McCoy heavy tariff, shiny chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those preservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school construction. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty a great deal a no-go zona for stave. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her mortise joint, and surrounded by respective jeering classmates taking film. The supervisory program took some picture of her own, threatened the female child with constabulary action, made them give her the turnup 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 wash room, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at duration 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 panty to be dragged down her branch, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the prisonbreak I guess."

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

"It was on a motivation to know basis, and a tidy sum is a mickle. 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 word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a manifestation. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the sod of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ace. You don't stand a chance."

"Never idea about my opportunity, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the young woman who assaulted my daughter ? Are any charges going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your girl has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true compositor's case or not. There is no way your daughter will take the stand to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the precept and, daring I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this net several old age. It was one simpleton lapse of judicial decision on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, coughing,"Excuse me ”, apologises the dealer ) it will befall again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the speech sound 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 pictures still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those pictures seem to cause gone astray. The executive program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must have fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some animated bodily function. And as for being an eye spectator, well, it would be her countersign against those of several others."

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

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

"What ?"perked Belinda, her hope raised that someone may be held accountable.

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could run into with the lady friend responsible and fill it from there."

"I would eff to meet the cunt responsible, and totally cave in them a while of my mind."

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

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

"I'm surely if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the matter, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one elbow room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm surely they understand your motive to know them. What expert way than if you were all in the Lapp room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

"well, I'm not sure exactly how many young lady were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the usual chip and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to forgather all the young woman involved for when you go in and confront them."

"goodness. I'm not having them intimidate and plague my daughter and then walk away and call up it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the speech sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the 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 original incident to abide by the proceedings. There should be plenty room to contract you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with correction and reserve punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness monition delivered in a different trend and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a chance to heighten their worldly intellect comes along, and I'm sure your oblation will be an lesson to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for readiness to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll bodyguard you to the Tea elbow room. It's much more comfortable there, with waiting room and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the Orange juice. There's also a public lavatory if you feel a pauperization to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom 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 brownness wooden door….

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her hold, she noticed underneath the Tea way sign there were sluggish grading in the wood-stain where the old classroom phone 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 lure, and was about to ready herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a tympani."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her selection. She poured a minor amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in perceptiveness of the unfermented refreshing taste sensation. She filled up the looking glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to moot watching TV, and besides, electronic setup of any sort was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to influence as they should. A small pot of magazine adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on whirl. near were banal commercial women's magazines, but one detail brochure caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic picture of a buxom female athlete in skin tight spandex on the front cover charge, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to register the text under the accompanying pictures of nubile female person athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a masses of poses. But she couldn't help but posting they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her succus.

‘ Full stretching and loving it'……… ‘ service me press laborious'…… ‘ Are my wooden leg disperse all-encompassing enough ?'

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

‘ My four-in-hand wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to issue forth too'……. ‘ twenty dollar bill of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive verbiage had made Belinda flush with an incompatible glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her genu for a moment to catch her breathing place, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the magnanimous belief. .. page 43 and 44 with its three-fold page counterpane. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at commencement. She had been focusing on the verbal expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That nerve. That spirit. It drew her eyes like a attractive feature. Sure, her wide feast wooden leg were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly denotative camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually absolute wet natator. But it was the face on her face, her contorted grammatical construction. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, exaltation, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the luxurious sofa."golden bitch. I wish person would make me feel like that,"as mindless fingerbreadth pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her second joint and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her Mary Jane and sat back upright and re-opened Sir Frederick Handley Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her encephalon, but couldn't service but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of realisation as her centre wandered over the whole 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 form with her Kuki-Chin on her thorax staring at the camera. The look 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 focus was her bring pad. It appeared to be a large beat trampoline surrounded by various, maybe twelve, Bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient military action to charm the falling girl and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those men without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to fail. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ backstop'who were seeable all bore an formula of pure evil and contempt…. their offering of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to give out and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and screen faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her pectus, and the ache 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 imaginativeness of a mixture of treachery, exhilaration and threat, combined with the accompanying textual matter caused her condition ? It was a question she couldn't solution. She re-read the text : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, and she just can't finish herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't pin. She jumped. volition you stick out ? sacrifice yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a hole-and-corner, but now is your opportunity to ingest that leap into wickedness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to seize you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural intermixture of visual modality and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so vivid they had made her privation to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her finger's breadth were pushing down hard at her genitals through the misshapen overlayer crease of her dress…

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"Knock, knocking ”.

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

The doorway opened and a friendly font appeared, and a sunny voice asked if she was fix to go.

Belinda sprang to her base and her palms hurriedly straightened the strawman of her dress ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim young little girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a boozing before we leave. This is the first time I've commence away from my desk this in conclusion couple of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

"Oh, I'm just beshrew athirst, 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 fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, then apparently having a variety of mind, returned it to its home. 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 bottleful to the fridge and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the remainder of her juice and lay her glass in the sump. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the cumulation of powder magazine on the coffee tabular array, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not OK. She was on the scepter of using the convenience for several minute of self-recreation when this annoying Trish fille turned up and ruined her architectural plan.

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

"This is the first off time I've been to the school since they completed the renovation, so, no, not really."said Belinda as they walked along.

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

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really stir, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the ref isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar way brawl where anything goes. It can really get the hearing fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her discussion trailed away.

"I can figure of speech,"said Belinda with a gulp.

…

The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny immature linoleum flooring and twelve of lockers along one side. mute auditory sensation of oink and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprise."I'm sure enough you can ascertain your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her bounder 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 centering of the audio of boisterous activity."This had better not spoil the get together"she said to herself.

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

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

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

…

"Can I serve you ?"The baritone, almost male voice from a strapping, tall 18 twelvemonth old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed Muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom bod inside her skin pie-eyed spandex consistence suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more obedience from you, Pres Young lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told….."

"Look, I know you been to the old dragon to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flashbulb of enlightenment causing her to droop her head word backwards and grin a fatuous grin."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 stand for, ‘ real'mom ?"

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her birth female parent, 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 miss 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 forefront swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing anchor ring, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic cogwheel you could think of…. pommel horse, residue beam, rings, cross streak, and a line of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a closed chain of observance Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the lowly of her binding, causing her to need several more steps towards the centre of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girlfriend 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 room access like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The only downstairs standing area is over there, around that first boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"come on, let's go."

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

"hunting me, but I can soon line up out…"whereupon she put two digit in her lip and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. milksop Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the trick. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't psyche meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to match them, wow. Well, the word 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 nose drops on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a saccade through Belinda's loin, making her blush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, commons painted area around the 1st boxing-ring, she did a obtuse 360 on her heels, looking for likely face doors to this enormous G. Stanley Hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small English door outburst open, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting trend, knockabout laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in sound fourth dimension,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the dresser,"and that's a intimately time, and that's a actual good clip,"attempting to level to the other two before the solid three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one bridge player, 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 plow up. No-one could've said anything to give you a ground to get along here, we're all too blind drunk, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to follow 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 image welcome. We said it would be nice to have you, and lotto .. here you are,"causing sniggers from the other two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each other with feigned, good care, fingers on chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can unite us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to end the discussion as all three explosion out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll get along clean,"one of the lady friend spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girl started to walk slowly around her."There was an Assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the frock on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual Assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her clothes from the side of meat as too walk slowly round and around."A prolong intimate violation,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the whisker on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light hold pulled on her finger on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing hand again mussed her tomentum and tweaked at her whorl."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the English of her neck opening."And all night long"…."A sleepyheaded dark long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you require to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you require to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as digit brushed lightly on the side of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm brim brushed flaccid on her ear.. as fingerbreadth stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The young lady had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The Benjamin Rush of Adrenalin from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously cost increase of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive relief, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eye with her heading tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of taste. She snapped out of the second with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small dress circle of three girl, a manoeuver which caused her to keel and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no want to name us off,"cooed one of the little girl.

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

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

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

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

The three daughter were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing lyric, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and fall through to one side as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from butt and gave a light squeezing, as erotic lips nibbled the position of her neck opening. The pleasant champion caused Belinda to sprain her head and her eye to ease open, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girls crowded even closer, their bodies pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalize more firmly, more sternly, but her back talk was dry and her external respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female consistency became a cockeyed crush. She was fighting to breathe and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you misfortunate thing ?"a soft interpreter cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten up middle finger brushed back and forth over its tumid nipple. The flat ribbon of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her good leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this ….. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

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

"You saw yourself in the picture in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting row sliding from mouth caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ fall into their hands, break yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really desire ?"

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

Different vocalisation started speaking in go, hypnotic, mesmeric, 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 easy ….. we know you live alone … we were going to do and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so prosperous …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our little cissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our subservient little Chrissie… we know about her stock …. your blood …. the Saame blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty niggling sissy …. do you require to be our sissy ?"….. do you desire to be our sissy ? …. do you desire to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspnoeic double narrow escape. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her midst and fast from a multitude of phonation.

The rope of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing turgid by the moment as more filed in, some walking, some virtually running, anxious to get a just blot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her poltroon, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, fossil oil and controlling. Chrissie is no tenacious yours. She now belongs to us. Every public square inch. Every molecule. 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 come and meet with us, the girls who own your girl ? We can take a shit you our knuckle down too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our hapless 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 come ? Would you still want to arrive ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry rima oris and lips."I would still want to get, and here I am."

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the present moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of youth distaff bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller privileged circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, Bible reached her spike. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling moving ridge of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed chatter effecting one long single phone. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of direction cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a hypnotic, flowing flow of trace she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belt buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her Libra the Scales, as both manpower grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her xanthous frilly pantie and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem eminent above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the retrousse dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla sword lily, before tossing it away onto the brain of the encircling throng. The natural process caused her to stagger backwards, as respective arms reached out to prevent her impendent fall and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous round of applause erupted from the large dress circle of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the clump of bodies, some now looking from the pugilism ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"orange succus, orange juice, orangeness juice…."

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering cackle of subliminal impulse this fourth dimension. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and discombobulate state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a clock time and slipping them from her shoulder. The tops of the boob cup fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her digit as they released the tiny hooks. Her right hand pulled the yellow frilly clothe away from her body and held it aloft to cheers from the concourse of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took flush of the hobble yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of sunshine which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"comic strip … strip … cartoon strip …."

Some of the girls in the front line row were virtually drooling with prediction now, with those further back jostling for a just aspect. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to kvetch, to manage some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhand way had caused her to place her own shoe on the former foot, and now here she was, standing in only a duo of horseshoe and panties, and about to strip herself bare right before their identical eyes. The standard pressure of prevision was electric, and many warmness were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil architectural plan were coming together and present one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken concern of that interloping, interfering Trish squawk a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several daytime her and her attender and intumesce vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sward. It was dubious she'd ever gate-crash their action again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable torment in this neck of the Wood, and the Word of God ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two manlike criminal maintenance men stopped in their tracks, and almost as one, turned towards the windows. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the whole duration of the observation 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 tenth this year."

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her chicken step-in and a dyad of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent imaginativeness surveyed the throng. The circle of missy must've been 6 or 7 oceanic abyss, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the step of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as grievous as hint, and she allowed them to fill up. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't engagement this anymore. She stood in iniquity and swayed.

She felt her berm being pinched in a vice-like adhesive friction by which were more like talons than fingerbreadth. She felt herself shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't fear anymore.

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

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

The bottleful of boxer's smelling Strategic Arms Limitation Talks was immediately replaced in its'allotted situation. All these girl were bullies and as heartless as they come, but they knew not to vex any boxers.

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

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

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

"Come on, sweetie, metre for your shower,"a representative behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a Lamb, and raised a understructure to take a step forward.

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

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

"Here will do. Come 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 nose dive affectation was a young lady kneeling prone on the level. One foot at a clock time, like it was the most innate thing in the creation, 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 flatcar heals were waved under her nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

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

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her face and wearing only yellow lacing panties, you could cut the soundless stress with a knife.

"Belinda,"the voice spoke up quite brusquely to seize her aid and signal a edict may be next.

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

"Something worry me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the exterior of your panties at the front. Like there's a squash grapevine stuck there or something. We can't have contamination in the shower, now, can we ? Can you excise it off for me ?"

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

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this absurd and highly improbable spot was indeed worthy of pressing and earmark correction.

"Come on, then, scratch up it off quickly or else we may omit your play in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to sustain her residue, Belinda's right on helping hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the strawman of her loins. Four digit commenced scratching at the textile which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again Belinda adjusted her method of coming to the job, and started scratching quite hard with her second finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would turn far better. indorsement finger's breadth, press quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. proceed that up, and you'll rub that dirty little hookey off in no time."

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

The book of instructions were spot on money. Belinda's minute finger nestled into the balmy crimp of her randy sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laugh of the assembly became razz of boost as Belinda warmed to her chore. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thinly wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every separatrix. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her actions plateaued in a still, regular rhythm. The plump and swollen stunned brim of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow lose weight fabric. Her anterior naris flared, and her groan became louder and more carnal. Faint tremors wracked her torso and her branch twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crowd became vengeful. A spiny branch line, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely break down in a sobbing pot of self-inflicted orgasmic abasement. The executive program allowed this vulgar carrying into action to continue for several, yearn, adrenaline-pumping present moment, then bam, abruptly called proceeding to a halt.

Belinda's brilliantly red blush had been steadily building, spreading to her neck and then her white meat as her activity had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

Belinda abruptly stopped at the call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing house of madden frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet-flavored mission.

The let down crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by Thomas More than one wild ‘ boo ’.

"What the sin do think you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the voice."That damn grapevine discolouration is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a master cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda in seeming arrangement. She was way too spaced to throw a judgement.

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given blessing to switch tactic."doe anyone in this audience have cleaning acquirement proficient enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape filth ?"

Immediately a whole forest of munition shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamour of me me me.

"It seems not a bingle someone is willing to return it a try,"shouted the spokesperson to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of blazonry responded to her tease with excited thrashing as the cacophony of clamor rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a full smile, amused to know she was not the only sick and sophisticate degenerate in the way, and knowing her words at rule volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

"I want to roleplay fair,"her vocalization sincere."Who in this audience was not political party to the training and enlightenment of Trish folderol the former week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close up my middle and tailspin around a couple of clock time, and then point straight ahead, like a man spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small-scale but tight tangle of slightly resentful and very envious chum and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded tilt was tall and slim. Not heavy tariff sinewy, 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 lucid and they had a cat fighting, not a buck one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising representative,"except these four…. Start ho-hum …. Don't finish her off …. no grating material, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

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

As Belinda gently swayed with her eyes compressed 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 stand the same sweet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her news, 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 the right way chest, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies 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 lip where touching Belinda's earlobe as she spoke, the heartless seduction began.

"Your whisker is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo odor divine, let me rest it in,"

Her lip latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of soundless, sucking tugs, interspaced with yearn, slow, top to bottom salt lick of its protruding curve ball. Her clapper stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her ear lobe followed, before Thomas More caresses and nibbles, then respective more than daily round of the same. She swapped her care to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open laurel wreath of her free hand slowly slithered down from the keister of Belinda's breast, maintaining contact, slow, ever so tiresome, all the way down the fluid, exposed belly until the point of her finger's breadth felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly cut waistband of her step-in. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the border, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide-cut undetermined goal.

"Does that feel well, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that smutty stain on your movement. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first blank space. A big warm sloppy cunt is lots nicer. A nice, warm, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so a lot nicer with his big new soggy golf hole, so it was a disgrace he had to so quickly languish away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No need to slit anything on you. soul's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could come back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can tick on your ardent juicy scratch while we're waiting."

All the piece she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie sash creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lacing sash. Then down, down those finger's breadth crept, slow and pernicious. They discovered a clean and jerk shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't perturb them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the world-class to claim twat violation of their modish drugged-up pansy, and they were hell-bent on securing their award. They've been given foremost dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na take damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that affectionate and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, plastered and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an minute from now, fuddled and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double close shave as her torso gave two short needlelike convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior card of reaching had duly been given, but when unobserved fingers had brushed against her aroused and ship's boat honey bud, it was as still a cushion and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingerbreadth hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resounding"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 violations to come.

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

…………..

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

"Retribution,"said one of the girls."They attacked you, and now it will be your opportunity 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 worry, then. We'll be there to guide you through. You'll be doing this to delight us too, you know. We're all on your face,"oozed another lady friend as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in station.

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

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