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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like sustentation men.

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

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

The ‘ girlfriend'are boisterous untested women straight out of an American ( Pie ) blowout. All are 18 or more.

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in straw man of the desk. The owner of the vocalism had not looked up from apparently writing turn on an overtly large sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not be intimate who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the spokesperson raised her gaze.

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps you should've paid paying attention to her sage advice … no issue … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived unusual person in her attitude and manner of speaking patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such variety. However, if your phrasing is taken at facial expression value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone storey which lead to all personal manner of irregular and irrational number demeanor. However, should the case 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 hooligan here."

Belinda rolled her middle before speaking. This charwoman was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. Part of our education mission is to train an understanding of the substantial creation. We can't all be nib gate or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to endeavour to be your best, but also to accept your place in the pecking order of aliveness. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to get up your imparting of concern to the status of charge ?"

"I just want to have intercourse 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 match of days ago in a terrible helicopter fortuity. Him and his darn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the gunpoint. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this schoolhouse and how we prepare our scholarly person for the existent man. I feel a piffling demonstration is in order…. Come with me….."

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

"I need to kick in our unexpected visitor a piffling demo. You'll have to pander us for a shortly while."

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

"right hand,"boomed the head as she brought her hands together in a discriminating bang which echoed the room.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten implements of war momentarily dig 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 intrigued Belinda counted three implements of war in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the trading floor just beside her. The daughter hurriedly hoisted herself vertical with a scrapping of chairperson leg and scurried to the social movement of class.

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

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

"landing strip,"the principal repeated her bark."Blouse and surround off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The young lady was still shaking her header with a look of disbelieving skepticism as she looked around her fellow schoolfellow, looking to match this wasn't some form of set-up prank, before turning back to the principle and stating in no changeable 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 young lady instantly complied, obviously relieved this surrealistic instalment had now concluded.

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

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

"Strip."The principal repeated in a harsh barque worthy of a drill sergeant.

The young lady looked at the floor.

"strip show, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then drop your skirt round out your articulatio talocruralis. cum on, zip up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The female child's shoulder drooped, and her headspring dipped in resignation.

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

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

With that, the missy shuffled around and stood on the instructor's chairperson, then stepped up onto the tabular array, and set herself facing her schoolmate.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal sum then immediately ordered the hapless young woman back to her desk, and with two keen claps of her hands, told the course of study to resume as they were and get on with their bailiwick. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

"cum back to my office,"she said, as legato as silk."There are some things we ought to talk over ”.

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one daughter to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the former daughter …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip raw 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 example and to demonstrate the mightily way and wrong way. Of course of study, some young woman are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a potent will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as easygoing leather. And it's been proven these factor are passed through the generation. Take your daughter, for illustration. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B 2. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A I. It is not only the teacher who teach. The fille help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your shift. You know that, right ?"

"apology me ? My girl being bullied is my fault ? How the Scheol 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 geological fault, because you can not be held responsible for for deliberately passing on your low order cistron. It's that unproblematic. Maybe soul has given your daughter an extra-curricular stern reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

"I don't understand. There is nothing haywire with my genes,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

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

"Ha, ha… no, no…… that not my period. I'm saying she's not self-asserting, just like you."

"But I've just driven sixty sea mile to be here in person to sound off about my girl 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 give birth come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school principal, you're going to be taught a example, right ? Oh, my dear sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the ripe school in the county, and despite her Recent epoch result, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with model qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to menace all the right work she's put in thus far, do we now…..…. Berr- lin ..da … ? Sit back down."

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

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

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

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

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to remove her place ? Your hide is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet train. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a mental testing … a challenge …. not for the female child, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to foray 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 disrobe, but many end up doing exactly that….. What if I told you that, in a short-circuit while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck defenseless. Would you consider me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to move over you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a small later, in front of a unhurt bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the star as she calmly slip unfold a drawer and fished out a twain of handcuffs, before dropping them with a trashy thumping on her desk."With these, your girl'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you fuck where from ? …. Of grade you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrist as she was hugging a tree diagram. 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 slew of the schooltime building. It was just by sheer probability that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The supervisor usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavory incidents in the past times, it is pretty practically a no-go zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big Tree body, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her articulatio talocruralis, and surrounded by several jeering schoolfellow taking flick. The supervisory program took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police natural process, made them give her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. 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 fashion. She didn't expect her panties to be dragged down her pegleg, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the open frame I guess."

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

"It was on a want to know footing, and a pile is a wad. She is acutely mindful 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 confection pet ... You haven't grasped a Logos I've said, have you ? I've even given you a presentation. Don't you realise that you're a B two on the sod of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ones. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your girl has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true case or not. There is no way your girl will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the education and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been bailiwick to this hold out several years. It was one simple reversion of judgement on her percentage, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"alibi me ”, apologises the corpus ) it will materialise again."

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

"Unfortunately those pictures seem to consume gone astray. The supervisory program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must have fallen from her sack when she became involved in some enliven natural action. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her word against those of several others."

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

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

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

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

"I would jazz to fulfil the bitches creditworthy, and totally move over them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would apprize being referred to as bitches to their font, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful power structure. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to explain themselves and propose any apologia or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivation for their natural action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their corporate contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

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

"Damn right I can."

"well, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the common bits and piece of equipment dotted around, but there should be sufficiency way to assemble all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

"trade good. I'm not having them restrain and molest my girl and then take the air away and think it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the issue. 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 judgement …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the original incident to take note the proceedings. There should be adequate room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a amercement chance for them to see admonition delivered in a different style and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a luck to raise their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offer will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. well then, before I arrange for provision to be made in the gym and tack together all the missy, I'll escort you to the Tea way. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee tree and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a public convenience if you feel a need to refresh up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. seminal fluid … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a couplet of corridors and eventually ended up outside a brownness wooden door….

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

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

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the low electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a draw, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a boiler."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her choice. She poured a small amount of orange juice into a looking glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshing taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to count 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 small pile of magazines adorned the central coffee berry table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were hackneyed commercial women's powder magazine, but one particular leaflet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic exposure of a buxom female athlete in struggle fast spandex on the front screen, and entitled,"sugariness and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

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

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push harder'…… ‘ 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 motorbus wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to total too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the implicative wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how excite she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knee joint for a minute to catch her breathing space, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to see the pic which had made the large impression. .. varlet 43 and 44 with its three-fold Sir Frederick Handley Page bed covering. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at world-class. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That fount. That look. It drew her center like a magnet. Sure, her wide spread stage were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually trend wet natator. But it was the tone on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, XTC, satisfaction and unmitigated threat. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the Holy Writ barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous couch."Lucky bitch. I wish someone would produce me feel like that,"as reasonless fingers pushed down into the bicycle seat of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her good sense and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that seventh cranial nerve expression in her brainiac, but couldn't help but take in in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of realisation as her eyes wandered over the hale two varlet double-spread. The two-piece clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spreadeagle form with her chin on her breast staring at the camera. The look of terror on her facial expression probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focussing was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe XII, Bikini clad babes all of whom had their subdivision outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling female child and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely take in been doomed to conk out. Then on unaired inspection, the faces of the entirely 4 ‘ backstop'who were visible all bore an face of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling daughter had an element of euphoria and blind faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's essence thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into vicious, twisted manpower, and she just can't stop over 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. volition you jump ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their manus on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a orphic, but now is your fortune to accept that leap into swarthiness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… leap. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offering and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural mixture of vision and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her privation to wank, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her fingers were pushing down hard at her crotch through the distorted overlay crease of her dress…

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"bash, smash ”.

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

The room access opened and a well-disposed cheek appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was ready to go.

Belinda sprang to her feet and her medallion hurriedly straightened the front of her frock ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim offspring young woman said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drink before we leave. This is the initiatory time I've sustain away from my desk this last brace of minute. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

"Oh, I'm just imprecate 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 River succus out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her glass in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the quite a little of magazines on the coffee table, which of line had"confection and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really turn on, 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 way brawl where anything goes. It can really get the audience fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her words trailed away.

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

…

The following corridor was long with a shiny green linoleum floor and dozens of storage locker along one side. Muffled audio of oink and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprisal."I'm sure you can discover your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her cad 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 focal point of the sound of knockabout activity."This had better not spoil the meeting"she said to herself.

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The room access to the gym were double-swing taproom flair, large and wide, with a straight glass board in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I facilitate you ?"The baritone voice, almost manful vox from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom form inside her pelt cockeyed spandex torso suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more respect from you, offspring lady, if you don't creative thinker. I'm here to suffer 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 flashgun of enlightenment causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the swing doors and held it all-encompassing open with her back.

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

Belinda shuffled in, her question swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the huge hall. There were two boxing tintinnabulation, a basketball judicature, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic cogwheel you could think of…. knob horses, balance beams, rings, cross bars, and a line of climbing frames along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out starship, were a ringing of observance Windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand get-up-and-go firmly against the modest of her dorsum, causing her to take several more whole tone towards the heart and soul of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the ingress doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. 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 band,"she said, pointing boost ahead,"semen on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her lip and gave out an ear-splitting whistling, 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 fille saying they wouldn't thinker meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to see them, wow. Well, the Book 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 crisp sapidity on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loins, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching thrill in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, green painted area around the starting time boxing-ring, she did a slack 360 on her blackguard, looking for potential difference side doors to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side door burst undefendable, and three teenage missy, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting grade, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

"Yeah, very peculiar. So what are your existent names ?"

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a easily time, and that's a very good metre,"attempting to charge to the other two before the unharmed three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirthfulness 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 come up here, we're all too pixilated, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the Amytal … it just seems so .… so .… fountainhead, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

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

"feeling, I don't know what's going on here, but a few 24-hour interval 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, youth lady. There was an rape, and I want names and faces,"then the wording hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three girls looked at each other with feign, grave worry, fingerbreadth on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can fall in us. She's amercement, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to land up the Scripture as all three burst out with laugh 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, apologetic, lightly pawing her as if beggary for forgiveness, all cooing"no"like they were soothing a stressed child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean and jerk,"one of the fille spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air 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 wearing apparel from the side as too take the air slowly rung and around."A lengthy intimate assault,"said another from hindquarters, casually brushing her finger's breadth through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light compass pulled on her finger's breadth on her unexpended deal as she too walked around."And again the side by side day,"as a passing play 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 side of her neck."And all Night long"…."A sleepy-eyed night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to light asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to precipitate asleep ?"…."Do you want to go down asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the slope of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm sass brushed soft on her ear.. as fingers stroked lightly across the earth of her ass. The young woman had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her pass sloshing back and forth.

The bang of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's public assistance was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministration, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting 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 pocket-size roofy of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over paroxysm of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much grandiloquent than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

"Your skin is so soft,"as massaging fingerbreadth gently worked the scruff of her neck.

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

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

A span of arms reached around her from behind and gave a sparkle power play, as erotic back talk nibbled the side of her neck opening. The pleasant mavin caused Belinda to work her head and her eyes to ease clear, 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 girl crowded even closer, their organic structure pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the lap of female bodies became a pixilated crush. She was fighting to rest and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your natural language, eh, you poor thing ?"a soft voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the jam, a manus gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and Forth River over its vertical pap. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na chance when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy news at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us Brigham Young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell me that you like this ….. recount 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 wince as the creeping monotone hand reached its damp-panty object on cue, and gave a abrupt, firm upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not trust this was happening. It felt like twenty mitt 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 motion picture in our Good Book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the balmy, haunting lyric sliding from back talk caressing her ear."And you read the run-in too, huh ? …. ‘ decline into their mitt, move over yourself to them, let them have you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

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

Different voices started speaking in play, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the set phrase 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 turn up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so leisurely ….. we know you live alone … we were going to amount and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so leisurely …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our little cissy Chrissie ……. our jolly sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her rakehell …. your blood …. the same rip … that you're a pansy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"….. do you desire to be our sissy ? …. do you need to be our pantywaist ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weakly and dyspneal double close shave. Her head was featherbrained and spinning from all the verbal dart bombarding her thick and fasting from a multitude of voice.

The roofy of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as more filed in, some walking, some virtually play, anxious to get a goodness office. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nozzle in. They want her poltroon, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very braw of you to insert our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every mote. Every persuasion in her principal. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to add up and meet with us, the girls who own your girl ? We can produce you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our pitiable carnal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex hard worker for ever. Would you still want to amount to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because cum you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of access were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding circle of Loretta Young female bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner roach had removed their living. As she rocked on her dog, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of proffer from all quarters…. It seemed like a one hundred interpreter were whispering as one, urging their demand. A uninterrupted, hushed yack effecting one yearn individual speech sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. strip show …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a spellbinding, flowing flow of mesmerism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger fiddled with her belted ammunition buckle until the terminal fell away. She bent down, unfirm in her residue, as both hand grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly pantie and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her school principal. Her arm appeared to trip the light fantastic toe inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulder joint. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hype sword lily, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as various implements of war reached out to prevent her at hand fall and guide her spinal column to the centre.

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

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

The bizarre and dreamlike chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's ear. 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 chatter of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of driven imperativeness. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled Department of State, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The pinnacle of the breast cups fell away, and she swivelled the clutches to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her breast, looking down at her finger's breadth as they released the tiny hooks. Her right mitt pulled the yellow-bellied frilly garment away from her organic structure and held it aloft to cheers from the multitude of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling sight and took charge of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of chief, causing another surge of cheer which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front line row were virtually drooling with prediction now, with those further back jostling for a better sight. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd seed here to complain, to supervise some kind of punishment, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own shoe on the other foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of place and pantie, and about to strip herself bare right before their very eye. The atmosphere of anticipation was galvanizing, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil programme were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish beef a duad of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several sidereal day her and her bid and tumesce vagina and lash-streaked white meat and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sward. It was dubious she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to void vile bedevilment in this neck of the Sir Henry Wood, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting carry on ………….

"Strip…. landing strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two male person upkeep men stopped in their course, and almost as one, turned towards the Windows. Stepping forwards, they stood side by side, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the wholly length of the observation windows.

"Fuckin'‘ ell, they've got another one,"said the tallest and sometime 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 response."This must be the ten percent this year."

"Who gives a scamp ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his vertebral column and leant his crossed fore-arms on the cross-rail to get some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood upright 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 degenerate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her jaundiced panties and a pair of flat leather skid. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the multitude. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 inscrutable, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on gravel …. silicon chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to come together. I haven't the intensity level, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

She felt her berm being pinched in a vice-like traction by which were more like talons than finger's breadth. She felt herself judder, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't care anymore.

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on fire, and her eye flew candid like saucers.

"That's it. Come back to me, babe. We's still a long elbow room to go."

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

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprise to be encircled by a enceinte group of young woman.

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

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

"semen on, sweetie, time for your shower bath,"a articulation behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen voice firmly corrected."You have to get undressed first."

"Oh,"exclaimed Belinda, enlightened to her unknowledgeable 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 dive airs was a female child kneeling prone on the floor. One invertebrate foot at a time, like it was the most natural thing in the man, 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 favourite and very expensive matte heals were waved under her nose, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

"opinion not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening flying movie of an extended arm, both place flew off into the distance.

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

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

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

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

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

"Something business organization me greatly."

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

"You appear to have something attached to the outside of your pantie at the front. Like there's a squash grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the exhibitor, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A corporate lustful intake of breathing place rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this ludicrous and highly unlikely site was indeed suitable of urgent and appropriate correction.

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

wink and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right hand moved the short journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the material which covered the little prominence of her pubis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Again Belinda adjusted her method of attack to the project, and started scratching quite concentrated with her second fingerbreadth nail.

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

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

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

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her job. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every CVA. Her fingerbreadth began moving faster as it seemed to melt, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a hour, her actions plateaued in a smooth, unbendable regular recurrence. The plump and swollen outer sass of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her anterior naris flared, and her moan became louder and more carnal. syncope tremors wracked her trunk and her branch twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the crew became revengeful. A barbed goad, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely break up in a sobbing slew of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar operation to continue for various, recollective, adrenaline-pumping present moment, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

Belinda's bright red flush had been steadily building, spreading to her neck opening 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 tremors patently showing signs of half-crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed sweet missionary work.

The defeated crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by Thomas More than one angry ‘ boo ’.

"What the netherworld do think you're doing ? You're making it unsound,"admonished the voice."That damn grape vine stain is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a pro cleaner to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical phonation, having been given approval to change tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skills skillful enough to seek the task of removing this obstinate grape stain ?"

Immediately a unanimous woodland of arms shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a one soul is willing to give it a try,"shouted the part to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The timberland of arms responded to her tease with frantic whipping as the din of clamouring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to get laid she was not the only sick and twisted pervert in the way, and knowing her words at pattern loudness had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full phase of the moon moment, even the most ardent of enthusiastic unpaid worker fell silent.

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

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my optic and spin around a couple of clip, and then manoeuver straight ahead, like a homo spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a pocket-size but tight maze of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to bear toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, underhanded tilt was marvellous and slim. Not sonorous duty brawny, but even in her college uniform it was quite unmistakable she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully coherent and they had a cat fight, not a clam one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this competition just didn't seem fair.

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

The new girl gave a slight nod of respectfulness to the full term of battle, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing Word of God of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer 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 help oneself you get it off, ok ? I'm going to fend behind you now to get a better rock, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her watchword, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom tit pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her manus cupping Belinda's naked mightily breast, 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.

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of tacit, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to bottom clout of its protruding curve. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its minor and shallow depth. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her ear lobe followed, before more than caresses and nibbles, then respective more than rounds of the Lapp. She swapped her care to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic aid, the open laurel wreath of her free hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining impinging, decelerate, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed abdomen until the tips of her digit felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim cincture of her panty. 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 edge, and then be held back ….. the design for a wide open goal.

"Does that feel practiced, babe ? I'm going to concern you now. Touch that nasty discolouration on your front end. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my tongue 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 tongue and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the world-class piazza. A big warm sloppy slit is a lot nicer. A nice, quick, sloppy pickle to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new swampy hole, so it was a disgrace he had to so quickly evanesce away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. Somebody's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stigma. 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 check on your warm juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's soft belly at the step-in girdle creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those finger crept, dense and pernicious. They discovered a clear shaven hummock around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journeying to their slippery wet destination. They wanted to be the first to claim purulent violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their loot. They've been given first dibs at an conjure, wet cunt, and were gon na make shucks sure as shooting they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to skid into that fond and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double over squeak as her trunk gave two short needlelike convulsions and her articulatio genus commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior notification of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen finger had brushed against her aroused and attender love bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingers hooked up and in, gaining wide-cut trespass into their warm and wet prize, the female child triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a reverberate"Yes ”, which was answered with profuse sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlooker were rapturous their victim had been dragged through the low gear of many humiliating infringement to come.

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

…………..

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

"vengeance,"said one of the fille."They attacked you, and now it will be your chance to get back at one of them. She's being stripped, lubricate 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 please us too, you know. We're all on your side of meat,"oozed another fille as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in place.

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

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