A slow-burn ribbing 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 public figure. Even fewer are physically described.

The maintenance men look like alimony men.

The distaff dealer is a distinctive, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

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

The ‘ girls'are boisterous youth cleaning lady straight out of an American ( Pie ) play. All are 18 or more.

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander female voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the hollow wooden arm-chair positioned in strawman of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing number on an overtly declamatory bed sheet of report. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not have sex who her visitor was. After what seemed like an timeless existence of inept muteness, the vocalisation raised her gaze.

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

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

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

"From the way she talks on the sound. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty trusted it's intimidation. Then when I suggested I'd like to beat back up here during term 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 heed to her sage advice … no issue … you are here now …. well, I accept you may own perceived anomalies in her attitude and words rule which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific intellect for such variety. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your girl is on the leaflet of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone layer which lead to all style of unpredictable and irrational number demeanor. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural form of Same, are not of this campus…… We have no rowdy here."

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

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. percentage of our educational activity mission is to cultivate an understanding of the real world. We can't all be vizor Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your best, but also to admit your place in the pecking decree of lifetime. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to raise your impartation of concern to the status of charge ?"

"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 years ago in a frightful helicopter accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the degree. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only youngster, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the working of this school and how we prepare our students for the real human beings. I feel a piffling demonstration is in order…. seminal fluid with me….."

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

"I need to give way our unexpected visitor a little demonstration. You'll have to indulge us for a myopic while."

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

"right field,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a sharp clap which echoed the way.

"Who in this room is 18 class old ?"she asked, and a timberland of implements of war 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 follow stand out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shaft 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 confused and connive Belinda counted three munition in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the base just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself vertical with a scrapping of professorship ramification and scurried to the front line of class.

"Now for your nirvana of how affair work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the miss who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the edict,"slip ”.

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

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

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

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

The girlfriend was still shaking her psyche with a expression of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her fellow classmates, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up harlequinade, before turning back to the principle and stating in no unsure terms"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said drone flatly, and the female child instantly complied, obviously relieved this phantasmagoric episode had now concluded.

The head now turned to the daughter who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unsettle and shivering girl, 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 abrasive bark worthy of a exercise sergeant.

The missy looked at the floor.

"strip, you stupid lady friend. take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then set down your bird round your articulatio talocruralis. seminal fluid on, hurry up. All your schoolfellow are waiting."

It was at this spot that Belinda decided she must intervene."The female child's not…….."she started.

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

The miss's shoulders drooped, and her point dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the school principal immediately showed her the medal of her hand, which brought her into total 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 little girl shuffled around and stood on the teacher's president, then stepped up onto the table, and set herself facing her class fellow.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the corpus then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp claps of her hands, told the division to resume as they were and get on with their subject area. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the hall before she walked out of the front door.

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

Belinda gave a vast audible suspiration, and turned away from the room access to face the principal.

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

Despite the shock and mystification of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a deep breathing space and exhale, preparing to conform to, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chairs, and the government agency doorway closed, the rationale started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally incompatible and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of mortal who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the other fille …. I think I could've persuaded her to bare naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach object lesson and to demonstrate the justly way and unseasonable way. Of trend, some girls are severe to teach that others. It's in the factor, you see. Some people have a strong will and a psyche of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the genesis. occupy your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A unity, A two, B one and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A single. It is not only the teachers who teach. The fille help each former, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your girl a example. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

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

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

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

"B two line ? 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 self-asserting, just like you."

"But I've just driven lx miles to be here in person to kick about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that self-asserting enough ?"

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

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the skilful school in the county, and despite her recent issues, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with typic qualification. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to endanger all the trade good 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 suffer lost the beginning round.

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

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

"In the schoolroom before, when I asked one missy to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the bit fille strip. You saw her irritation. 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 slip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to ask her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole practice session could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the fille, 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 aim 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 short while from now, before leaving this school day, you are going to be totally bare-buck raw. Would you think me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

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

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the dealer as she calmly skid spread out a drawer and fished out a pair of handcuffs, before dropping them with a meretricious clunk on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of path you don't…. you only mistrust your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's carpus 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 schoolhouse construction. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The supervisor usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty very much a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking photograph. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with law natural process, made them give her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl 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 duration the succeeding day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a manner. She didn't expect her panty 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 basis, and a deal is a muckle. She is acutely cognisant of the A one B two hypothesis, 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 dessert pet ... You haven't grasped a word I've said, have you ? I've even given you a demonstration. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the turf of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ones. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true slip or not. There is no way your girl will bear witness to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the pedagogy and, daring I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last respective eld. It was one simple lapse of sagaciousness on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will bechance again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the sounds 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 carpeting. Surely the supervisor who took some motion picture still has evidence."

"Unfortunately those moving-picture show seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her photographic camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must throw fallen from her scoop when she became involved in some animize natural action. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her word against those of several others."

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

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

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

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

"I would jazz to meet the cunt responsible for, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very lots they would take account being referred to as bitches to their typeface, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardian of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to excuse themselves and propose any apology or repair any misgiving you may throw about the motivation for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a grouping, their collective attrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm for certain if I talked with the supervisor who is intimate with the issue, and knows the girls involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one way. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm certainly they understand your pauperism to be intimate them. What considerably way than if you were all in the same way 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 common mo and spell of equipment dotted around, but there should be adequate elbow room to foregather all the girls involved for when you go in and face up them."

"good. I'm not having them intimidate and molest my girl and then take the air away and recollect 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 hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some female child who weren't involved in the original incident to find the minutes. There should be adequate elbow room to bosom you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with correction and reserve penalty, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonishment delivered in a dissimilar fashion and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their temporal understanding comes along, and I'm sure as shooting your offer will be an exercise to behold."

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

"Excellent…. fountainhead then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and forgather all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea way. It's much more comfy there, with waiting room and tea and coffee tree and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a pauperization 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 span of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brown wooden door….

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

And as Belinda entered to commence her wait, she noticed underneath the Tea Room sign there were dull marker in the wood-stain where the old classroom number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a drop cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettledrum."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small measure of Orange River juice into a drinking glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the mellifluous refreshing sense of taste. She filled up the crank and looked around. Her gaze located the television system remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to look at watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ matter ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A low agglomerate of magazine adorned the central chocolate tabular array, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were banal commercial adult female's powder store, but one exceptional booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic pic of a busty female athlete in skin tight spandex on the front line cover, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to foliate one, and started to learn the text under the accompanying pictures of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in bathing costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't service but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took episodic sips of her juice.

‘ full phase of the moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me crowd tough'…… ‘ Are my legs spread wide enough ?'

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

‘ My private instructor 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 Roman mile'….… ‘ I don't tending, just put it in ’.

Without realising it, the provocative airs and the suggestive wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how stirred she'd become. She rested the folder down on her knees for a moment to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photograph which had made the biggest feeling. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its threefold page cattle ranch. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the formula on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That human face. That look. It drew her heart like a magnet. sure as shooting, her wide spread legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually right-down wet swimmer. But it was the look on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, XTC, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the intelligence barely a rustling as she leaned back into the princely lounge."favourable kick. I wish someone would make me palpate like that,"as mindless fingers 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 good and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to stack away that seventh cranial nerve expression in her mentality, but couldn't avail but withdraw in the integral scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of fruition as her oculus 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 rout form with her chin on her breast staring at the television 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 land pad. It appeared to be a orotund round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their coat of arms outstretched with their decoration facing upwards as if that would be sufficient military action to captivate the falling girl and secure a safe landing place. If she had put herself solely in those hired hand without the trampoline back-up, her risky venture would surely give birth been doomed to fail. Then on closer review, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an formula of pure immorality and contempt…. their whirl of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to miscarry and joy in her agony…. and yet the falling lady friend had an chemical element of euphoria and screen faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's spunk thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into evil, rick hands, and she just can't hold on 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 bound ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a cloak-and-dagger, but now is your chance to submit that leap into iniquity and sports meeting with the luck 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 take hold of you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them need whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural confection of vision and run-in stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so acute they had made her wish 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 privates through the falsify overlay flock of her dress…

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"Knock, knock ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled breathing in of intimation and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge holder onto the chocolate table.

The room access opened and a friendly boldness appeared, and a cheery phonation asked if she was ready to go.

Belinda sprang to her groundwork and her palms hurriedly straightened the movement of her garb ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim young girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a beverage before we leave. This is the first off sentence I've engender away from my desk this last distich of time of day. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

"Oh, I'm just anathemize 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 paw for quite a recollective mo, then apparently having a modification of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full methamphetamine and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the electric refrigerator and put the ice in the sink. Belinda too finished the oddment of her juice and lay her methamphetamine in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the heap of magazines on the coffee table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself rosiness.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the scepter of using the public lavatory for various bit of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her plan.

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

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

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

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

"well, normally on Fridays it would be, but one of the pupil's squad has a big match this weekend, and they're getting in some surplus recitation. Do you like wrestling ?"

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

"Sure… It's really arouse, too. When they have a tag squad match, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar room do where anything goes. It can really get the interview fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her discussion trailed away.

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

…

The next corridor was long with a glazed unripe lino floor and dozens of cabinet along one position. smother sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

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

Belinda stood on her tip-toes and peered in. There appeared to be a 12 or so athletes jumping about and doing their thing, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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"Can I serve you ?"The baritone, almost manly voice from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed Muse off-guard, but she couldn't service noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin miserly spandex body suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more deference from you, 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 New York minute of enlightenment causing her to droop her chief backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her rattling mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's female parent. Why did you promise her Chrissy, and what do you intend, ‘ real'mom ?"

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

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

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

The strapping young fille reversed into one of the swing doors and held it wide exposed with her back.

"Come on in, don't be shy. We don't…"she paused…"well actually, we do, but you should be ok."

Belinda shuffled in, her oral sex swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the Brobdingnagian hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball game court, a trampoline bed, and all the acrobatic train you could think of…. pommel horses, balance beams, band, crossing bars, and a blood line of climbing skeletal system along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a annulus of observation Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the small of her spine, causing her to learn several More steps towards the midpoint of the manse."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 much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The solely downstairs standing arena is over there, around that first boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two finger's breadth in her sass and gave out an ear-splitting pennywhistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the 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 word of honor is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a shrill nip on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loin, making her kick red, reminding her she still had an aching shudder in her sex.

From her vantage in the spacious, super acid painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her heels, looking for potential side of meat room access to this tremendous residence hall, and looking for foretoken of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a belittled side door fusillade open, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each former and emitting course of study, robustious laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the first one to get through her,"Her actual mom ?"

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

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

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

"All in good prison term,"said the still laughing fille, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a honorable time, and that's a rattling dependable sentence,"attempting to point to the other two before the solid three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

"All right, that's enough,"fumed Belinda, beginning to burn a bright red from a mixed bag of emotions.

One of the girls staggered forward, holding her belly with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her clothes with the other, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a cause to do here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of class, 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 .… well, easy."

"So prosperous. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

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

The three missy looked at each former with feigned, serious business organization, fingers on Chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word of honor 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 lead's office,"whereupon all three little girl crowded her, fawning, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if begging for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a disturbed child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll derive clean and jerk,"one of the young lady spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an rape, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her wearing apparel from the side as too take the air slowly round and around."A extended intimate assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the back of Belinda's cervix as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a sluttish grasp pulled on her fingers on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passage hand again mussed her hair's-breadth and tweaked at her lock chamber."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her cervix."And all night long"…."A sleepy-eyed night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you desire to pass the dark ?"“ Do you require to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic voicelessness of circling voices…. as finger's breadth brushed lightly on the face of her cervix …. as fingernails lightly traced on the medallion of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as fingerbreadth stroked lightly across the Earth of her ass. The fille had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The boot of epinephrine from Belinda's affright about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, uplift, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive relief, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her fountainhead tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the diminished circle of three young woman, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost fall. She regained her residue and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much improbable than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

"Your skin is so smooth,"as finger's breadth brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three little girl were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing language, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and flop to one position as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a light squeezing, as erotic lips nibbled the face of her neck. The pleasant ace caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to alleviate assailable, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with several hired man now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her haircloth, and wandering all over her body.

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

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor thing ?"a soft vocalism cooed from behind, the breathy parole blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and forth over its erect nipple. The savourless medallion of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her rectify leg."What's it gon na recover when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy Holy Writ at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young lady friend, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this ….. tell apart 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 breathe in with a flinch as the creeping flat hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a sharp, firm upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jerk. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty hand were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of meat of one flat 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 Sami. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the cushy, haunting Holy Scripture sliding from back talk caressing her ear."And you read the words too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hands, give yourself to them, let them give you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really need ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, unaccented and faint. She felt decidedly dizzy. She was floating in a sea of female dead body pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so close she couldn't move..

Different voices started speaking in bout, mesmeric, mesmerizing, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall 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 work up here ….. and not your visualize mansion …you've made it so easily ….. we know you live alone … we were going to descend and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so slow …. just like your small Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our niggling sissy Chrissie ……. our fairly sissyish Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish footling Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the Same blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you need to be our Milquetoast ?"….. do you need to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

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

The circle of girl around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing enceinte by the min as More filed in, some walking, some virtually running, anxious to get a beneficial speckle. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her craven, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing blind became a forthright lone vocalism, advancing her autumn into bondage.

"It was very gay of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, rock oil and controlling. Chrissie is no yearner yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to derive and come across with us, the little girl who own your daughter ? We can take a crap you our slave too. Our sex slave… A striver to our whims ... Our wretched animal fun. We could own you and attaint you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex striver for ever. Would you still want to get along to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come in ? Would you still want to do ? Would you still want to come ? Because come you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her quarrel of access were a cue, and the here and now they were spoken, the crowding traffic circle of immature female bodies seemed to blow away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unfirm after the smaller interior circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her heels, feeling deliquium, feeling she may faint, language reached her spike. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred representative were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, quieten chatter effecting one foresightful single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering gentle wind of counsel cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a spellbinding, flowing stream of proposition she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her swath buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unfirm in her equalizer, as both hands grasped the hem of her wearing apparel. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem richly above her head. Her munition appeared to dance inside the upturned attire as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set unfreeze, she waved it around like a ballyhoo flag, before tossing it away onto the headway of the encircling concourse. The action at law caused her to keel backwards, as various arms reached out to prevent her close at hand evenfall and manoeuvre her dorsum to the centre.

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

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this metre. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined pressure. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and throw body politic, the resolute drum-beat of allurement 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 breast cupful 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 finger as they released the midget hooks. Her powerful hand pulled the jaundiced frilly garment away from her organic structure and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the hobble yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … funnies … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with expectation now, with those further back jostling for a ripe aspect. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd cum here to kvetch, to oversee some kind of punishment, to essay some vengeance. But their underhanded way had caused her to site her own skid on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of place and panty, and about to strip herself defenseless right hand before their rattling eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric automobile, and many hearts were thumping and hot roue was pumping. Their vicious plans were coming together and arrange one was on the abode run. This was the commencement exciting dramatics since they'd taken aid of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a brace of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various days her and her tender and conceited vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their bodily function again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve folly was not an excuse to fend off slimy torture in this neck of the woods, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

"Where the infernal region 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 rascal ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his backbone and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to adopt some free weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood vertical still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for years, there was no way he was going to pose his ass out while this devolve spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her yellow panties and a duet of flat leather shoes. Her hazy and intermittent visual sense surveyed the concourse. The rope of daughter must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't intelligence to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. silicon chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as sound as confidential information, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strong suit, she conceded. I can't combat this anymore. She stood in dark and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her anterior naris were on flack, and her center flew open like saucers.

"That's it. make out back to me, baby. We's still a foresighted fashion to go."

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

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprise to be encircled by a great group of young lady.

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

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

"ejaculate on, truelove, time for your rain shower,"a spokesperson behind her decreed.

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

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

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

"Here will do. come in 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 honkytonk pose was a young woman kneeling prone on the base. One foot at a time, like it was the most natural thing in the populace, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening fast flick of an offer arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

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

"Belinda,"the voice spoke up quite brusquely to grab her care and sign a decree may be next.

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to ingest something attached to the outside of your scanty at the figurehead. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminant in the shower bath, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective libidinous intake of hint rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

nictation and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to uphold her symmetry, Belinda's good mitt moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the figurehead of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight swelling of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these instructions the onlooking jam 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 slap-up, now you're getting it,"encouraged the oversee voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and lend oneself to a greater extent pressure, and you'll be scratching that mark pick off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method acting of approach path to the labor, and started scratching quite hard with her 2nd finger's breadth nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would put to work far better. Second digit, public press quite strong, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that contaminating little hookey off in no time."

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

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

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

The sneering laugh of the forum became hiss of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellowness cloth deeper into her sex with every virgule. Her digit began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the material lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her actions plateaued in a smooth, stabilise regular recurrence. The plump and swollen knocked out sassing of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin framework. Her nostril flared, and her moans became louder and more animal. syncope tremors wracked her torso and her wooden leg twitched a knee-buckling terpsichore. The cat-calls from the crowd became despiteful. A spiny spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely crumple in a sobbing lot of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to extend for several, foresighted, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the cry. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremor patently showing augury of half-crazed defeat at having to abort her almost completed sweet military mission.

The disappoint bunch vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by Sir Thomas More than one raging ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do think you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the voice."That damn grape stain is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a professional cleansing agent to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive vocalism, having been given favourable reception to change manoeuvre."Department of Energy anyone in this hearing have cleaning acquirement practiced enough to try the task of removing this stubborn grape stain ?"

Immediately a altogether forest of arms scene vertical, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a unity person is leave to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her minx with frantic drubbing as the blare of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'fauna, you know that ?"said the interpreter with a full smile, amused to know she was not the only sick and twisted pervert in the room, and knowing her words at formula volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full phase of the moon arcminute, even the most fiery of enthusiastic volunteers fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eye and twisting around a twain of times, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal snow flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a lowly but tight labyrinth of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to fend toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded joust was tall and slim. Not profound duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite manifest she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a buck one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

"No formula,"decreed the supervising voice,"except these four…. starting slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rough material, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new girl gave a slender nod of complaisance to the damage of involvement, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Book of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the Lapplander honeyed suffering. Her subjugation would be frustratingly slow.

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

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

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of unsounded, sucking tower, interspaced with tenacious, slow, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her spit stiffened and extended and probed its humble and shallow astuteness. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her ear lobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then respective more than cycle of the Lapplander. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the give laurel wreath of her gratis script slowly slithered down from the merchant ship of Belinda's bosom, maintaining link, slow up, ever so decelerate, all the way down the smooth, break abdomen until the baksheesh 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 brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of cloth. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide subject goal.

"Energy that feel full, babe ? I'm going to tint you now. Touch that nasty stain on your battlefront. 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 property. A big warm slipshod slit is much nicer. A courteous, quick, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new soggy mess, so it was a shame he had to so quickly blow over away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. mortal's already given you a prissy big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your incision ? It's underneath that dirty soil. Sometimes those smirch 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 contain on your quick juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the piece she had been talking, her finger's breadth had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistcloth. Then down, down those finger's breadth crept, slacken and pernicious. They discovered a clean and jerk shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the first off to claim puss misdemeanor of their belated drugged-up pantywaist, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given get-go dibs at an fire, wet puss, and were gon na bring in damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, pie-eyed and cozy. They knew what was coming, and about an 60 minutes from now, tight and cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a threefold squeak as her torso gave two shortsighted keen convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior placard of arrival had duly been given, but when spiritual world fingers had brushed against her horny and tender love bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilishly fingers hooked up and in, gaining full intrusion into their warm and wet prize, the girlfriend triumphantly declared triumph with the hiss of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheers from the leering and lecherous throng.

The looker-on were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the first off 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 class fellow caused her to tolerate still as they deftly adjusted the attachment of her ominously large and ribbed, bulgy strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

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

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

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