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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like alimony men.

The female corpus is a distinctive, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female person voice, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The proprietor of the part had not looked up from apparently writing routine on an overtly big mainsheet of composition. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not lie with who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the voice 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 potential, yet uncorroborated conclusion ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no issue … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her attitude and words patterns which have brought you to the ratiocination there could be a specific reason for such variety. However, if your phraseology is taken at face 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 levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the grounds 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 yob here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speech production. This woman was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. theatrical role of our teaching missionary work is to cultivate an understanding of the real number world. We can't all be invoice Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this schooling is to strive to be your best, but also to go for your place in the pecking order of spirit. Do you read ?"

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

"So you wish to promote your impartation of care to the position of ailment ?"

"I just want to know what you are going to do about it."

"And what does Mr. Felmer-Brismore say on this matter ? Doesn't he have an popular opinion ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a couple of twelvemonth ago in a terrible eggbeater accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the stage. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only minor, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attendance during term-time. We have our delicately report to bear on. We haven't become the most prestigious daughter's boarding school in the county without proficient 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 school and how we prepare our students for the substantial world. I feel a minuscule demonstration is in order…. ejaculate with me….."

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

"I need to establish our unexpected visitor a little demonstration. You'll have to gratify us for a short while."

The phrasing to the teacher made it sort out that rank and file was being pulled, and no options being given.

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily gibe up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confused and intrigued Belinda counted three arms in the air. The principal sum pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed fingerbreadth to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself just with a scrapping of death chair legs and scurried to the front of class.

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

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

"Strip,"the star repeated her bark."Blouse and ring off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

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

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

The principal now turned to the fille who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unnerved 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 harsh barque worthy of a drill sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"comic strip, you stupid girl. hold off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then send away your chick round your ankles. Come on, rush up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The girl's articulatio humeri drooped, and her head dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the palm tree of her mitt, 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 girl shuffled around and stood on the instructor's professorship, then stepped up onto the tabular array, and set herself facing her schoolmate.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the corpus then immediately ordered the hapless young lady back to her desk, and with two sharp bam of her hands, told the year to resume as they were and get on with their survey. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

"semen back to my position,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some things we ought to talk about ”.

Belinda gave a huge audible suspiration, and turned away from the door to look the principal.

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

Despite the electric shock and bewilderment of the Recent epoch spectacle, Belinda relented and took a thick breath and exhale, preparing to be, 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 creation you don't yet comprehend. Let us return to my office and talk…."And as she started walking, Belinda tagged along behind.

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of soul who is currently way above her in the pecking monastic order of life….. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to peel naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. learn example and to certify the right way and wrong way. Of course of action, some lady friend are harder to teach that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as tractile as soft leather. And it's been proven these gene are passed through the generations. Take your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no yob here. Just A ones, A deuce, B ones and B deuce. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A 1. It is not only the teachers who teach. The girls 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 fault. You know that, right ?"

"alibi me ? My daughter being bullied is my geological fault ? How the sin does that play ?"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 demerit, because you can not be held creditworthy for deliberately passing on your low order genes. It's that simple. Maybe mortal has given your daughter an extra-curricular thoroughgoing reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

"Well it's been patently obviously to me from the very secondment you walked into my office they are of B two stock, and maybe of late individual has felt it their duty to prompt your daughter of this, and to try very much harder in class."

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

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally wrongly and why you're a B two … and I'm going to prove it. You may take come here to kvetch, but you should've realised that if you go see a schoolhouse principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my dear mellisonant pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

"And what of your girl ? You know this is the best school in the county, and despite her Holocene epoch issues, we both know that if she stays the course, she will leave here with typic qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the commodity 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 first round.

"That's right. progress to yourself well-situated. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your demeanour ?"

"My behaviour ? 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 irregular girl strip. You saw her discomfort. Her dilemma. Obey or not obey…….. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to block off my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, tread into the breach and strip instead ….take her post …. get her off the hook ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin 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 test … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

"I don't like you talking that way. I have no 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 shoal, you are going to be totally bare-buck raw. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to have you a choice…. airstrip just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a whole clustering of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the star as she calmly slid spread out a drawer and fished out a couplet of cuff, before dropping them with a aloud 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 ass. Few hoi polloi have actually seen the veridical McCoy heavy duty, bright chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only 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 conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the school buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisors found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty lots a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree bole, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her step-in around her ankles, and surrounded by respective jeering classmates taking photo. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with police action, made them make her the handlock 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 public lavatory, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at distance the following 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 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 sight is a trade. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theory, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

"Oh, my sugariness 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 greensward of, and surrounded by, aspiring dominant A ones. You don't stand a chance."

"Never brain about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the missy who assaulted my daughter ? Are any explosive charge going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the avowedly case or not. There is no way your daughter will prove to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the pedagogy and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been study to this last respective years. It was one simple lapse of judgement on her share, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the lead ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those pictures seem to have gone astray. The supervisory program swears she still had her tv camera when she entered the gym the side by side day, but it must have fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some recreate activities. And as for being an eye attestator, 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 missy responsible and have it from there."

"I would love to match the bitches creditworthy, and totally open them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very lots they would appreciate being referred to as bitches to their human face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explain themselves and proffer any apology or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motive for their activeness. Maybe if they were held accountable as a radical, their collective contrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure as shooting if I talked with the supervisory program who is conversant with the matter, and knows the lady friend involved, it can be arranged to sustain them all together in one way. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure enough they understand your need to recognize them. What considerably way than if you were all in the like room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hr. Can you fall around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

"Good. I'm not having them intimidate and molest my daughter and then take the air away and imagine it is the end of the matter…."

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the thing. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the time of day. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't head …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the pilot incident to observe the proceedings. There should be plenty room to wedge you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastening and seize punishment, and this would be a alright opportunity for them to witness admonition delivered in a dissimilar way and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a probability to enhance their worldly understanding comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll bodyguard you to the Tea elbow room. It's much more comfortable there, with couch and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a toilet facility if you feel a motivation to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom which we no longer use…. ejaculate … I'll take you there now…."

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

"Here we are,"cooed the corpus."In you go… Someone will get and get you in brusque piece. It's nice and cosy in here. I'm sure you'll find it worthy and feel right at home."

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

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the belittled electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to gear up herself a coffee tree when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of orangeness juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in taste of the sweet refresh taste. She filled up the deoxyephedrine and looked around. Her gaze located the boob tube remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to play as they should. A small pile of magazines adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were banal commercial women's clip, but one particular folder caught her tending ……… With a provocative, almost adult photograph of a stacked female athlete in skin tight spandex on the social movement cover charge, and entitled,"sweetness and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

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

‘ full phase of the moon stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push laborious'…… ‘ Are my branch dispersed wide enough ?'

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

‘ My coach wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to get too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at least'

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

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how arouse she'd become. She rested the brochure down on her knees for a moment to enamour her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to receive the pic which had made the biggest impression. .. page 43 and 44 with its dual pageboy spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolisation at first gear. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That case. That look. It drew her optic like a magnet. trusted, her wide-eyed spread wooden leg were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly denotative camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet swimmers. But it was the look on her face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, X, expiation and unmitigated brat. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the Holy Scripture barely a whisper as she leaned back into the princely lounge."Lucky bitch. I wish somebody would take a shit me feel like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the saddle of garb overlaying her second joint and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her gage and sat back good and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to salt away that facial expression in her brainiac, but couldn't help but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of fruition as her eyes wandered over the whole two page 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 spread-eagle soma with her chin on her pectus staring at the tv camera. The look of scourge on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite senior high school, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a bombastic round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient natural process to hitch the falling missy and procure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those work force without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely have been doomed to flunk. Then on closer review, the faces of the lone 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an grammatical construction of pure evil and contempt…. their whirl of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an chemical element of euphory and blind faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's heart thumped in her bureau, and the ache in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into malign, twisted hands, and she just can't stop herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't dusk. She jumped. testament you jump ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a secret, but now is your prospect to make that leap into darkness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to birth you, so be plainly on pass and they will eagerly to grab you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them acquire whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural confection of vision and Holy Writ stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her need 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 fork through the distorted overlay sheepfold of her dress…

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"Knock, whack ”.

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

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

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

"Yep."

The later 20's slim Pres Young miss said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first time I've gotten away from my desk this last couple of hours. 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 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 succus out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, 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 chicken feed and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the swallow hole. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her trash in the sump. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the mess of magazines on the umber table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself bloom.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the public convenience for several mo 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 for the first time sentence 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, believe me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful nudge with her articulatio cubiti."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

"well, normally on Fridays it would be, but one of the student's teams has a big catch this weekend, and they're getting in some supererogatory practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

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

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag squad compeer, 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 hearing fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her run-in trailed away.

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

…

The adjacent corridor was long with a shiny green lino floor and dozen of lockers along one slope. Muffled sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

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The doors to the gym were double-swing saloon style, large and all-inclusive, with a square chalk control panel 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 affair, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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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 help noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin pissed spandex soundbox suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more regard from you, Danton True Young Lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal sum,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told….."

"aspect, I know you been to the old dragon to complain, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flash bulb of Enlightenment causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's shielder. You're her actual mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the baseball swing doorway and held it extensive open 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 caput swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball game court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could imagine of…. pommel horses, balance beams, halo, cross stripe, and a line of climbing frames along one rampart …. the lot. And command overhead, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a ring of watching windowpane leaning in at an odd Angle.

Belinda felt a paw push firmly against the small of her book binding, causing her to contract several more steps towards the centre of the mansion."Hey ”, she protested, but the daughter gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entrance doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too very much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The only downstairs standing area is over there, around that first gear fisticuffs mob,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

"wellspring don't push me again, thank you,"as they started walking."Do you know if anyone is here to run into me ?"

"search me, but I can soon recover out…"whereupon she put two fingers in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistling, 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 psyche meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to foregather 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 unknown, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp tang 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 advantage in the all-inclusive, putting surface painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow up 360 on her cad, looking for potential side door to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a modest English door burst overt, and three teenage daughter, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the number 1 one to reach her,"Her real mom ?"

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

"Oh, nothing. 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 sister,"she said, causing all three to descend about in paroxysm of laughter.

"Yeah, very singular. So what are your real name ?"

"All in serious meter,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the pectus,"and that's a best time, and that's a rattling good time,"attempting to point to the other two before the whole 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 abdomen with one deal, 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 mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to twist up. No-one could've said anything to present you a reason to come here, we're all too soused, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to fall here, but, hey, we just didn't really carry it. And then you turning up out of the blue devil … it just seems so .… so .… fountainhead, easy."

"So easygoing. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

"Don't you sass me, unseasoned gentlewoman. There was an assault, and I want public figure and faces,"then the choice of words hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three girls looked at each former with pretend, unplayful concern, fingers on Kuki, 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 Scripture as all three burst out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the Greek chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the clothes 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 walk slowly stave and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the tomentum on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a get down grasp pulled on her finger's breadth on her go out hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a overtaking hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her ringlet."And well into the Nox,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the face of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepyheaded nighttime long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to pass the Night ?"“ Do you need to hang asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to accrue asleep ?"…."Do you desire to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic rustling of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the side of her cervix …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as bid warm sass brushed diffused on her ear.. as finger's breadth stroked lightly across the ball of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of epinephrine from Belinda's scare about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, uplift, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive succor, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her optic with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of appreciation. She snapped out of the mo with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small dress circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to stagger and almost fall. She regained her counterpoise and looked up at the daughter who, now their bent-over fits of laugh had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three young lady were again walking slow down gyration, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing Holy Writ, grinning at each former as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her Kuki and flop to one position as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A duet of sleeve reached around her from behind and gave a loose squeeze play, as erotic lips nibbled the slope of her neck. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to bend her forefront and her eyes to ease candid, and saw she was now in the company of five daughter, with respective hired man now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her tomentum, and wandering all over her body.

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

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor affair ?"a soft representative cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left chest, and a stiffened middle fingerbreadth brushed back and Forth over its erect tit. The flat palm of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na retrieve when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy words at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us youthful girl, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … state me that you like this ….. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply inspire with a flinch as the creeping monotonic hand reached its damp-panty fair game on cue, and gave a sharp, stiff upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her palpebra, blindsided by the unexpected saccade. She could not conceive this was happening. It felt like twenty bridge player were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of meat of one straight script pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

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

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

Different vocalization started speaking in turn, mesmerizing, mesmerizing, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself return ……. 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 partiality sign …you've made it so light ….. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so slow …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our little Milquetoast Chrissie ……. our moderately sissyish Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her rake …. your blood …. the Lapp blood … that you're a milksop too …. a pretty slight sissy …. do you require to be our milksop ?"….. do you want to be our Milquetoast ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a infirm and breathless double over squeak. Her head was silly and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a battalion of vocalization.

The circle of daughter around her now numbered over a XII, and growing larger by the hour as more than filed in, some walk, some virtually lead, anxious to get a good spotlight. 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 craven, with a want to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very courageous of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, rock oil and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every square column inch. Every molecule. Every sentiment in her headland. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to occur and meet with us, the young woman who own your daughter ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our caprice ... Our hapless sensual fun. We could own you and dishonor you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding rope of Whitney Moore Young Jr. female bodies seemed to blow away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller interior traffic circle had removed their supporting. As she rocked on her dog, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A uninterrupted, hushed chatter effecting one long single phone. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of steering cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. airstrip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a spellbinding, flowing stream of proffer she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her knock buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellowish frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her nous. Her arms appeared to dance inside the retrousse dress as it floated on-high above her articulatio humeri. With the garment now set complimentary, she waved it around like a hoopla signal flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling concourse. The activity caused her to swag backwards, as various arms reached out to prevent her imminent fall and steer her rear to the centre.

A spontaneous round of applause erupted from the large circle of onlooker as her dress disappeared into the cluster of bodies, 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 ears. It was their carrion-call. Many clapped along until it became a jumble of randomness, slowly morphing into what they had all come to see.

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this clock time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddle state, the resolute drum-beat of ingathering was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder joint. The circus tent of the knocker cupful fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the battlefront. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her pectus, looking down at her finger's breadth as they released the petite hooks. Her right hand pulled the xanthous frilly fit out away from her dead body and held it aloft to sunniness from the throng of shake up 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 head word, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"comic strip … flight strip … comic strip …."

Some of the girls in the front man row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those far back jostling for a better eyeshot. They all knew this was Milquetoast Chrissy's mom. She'd semen here to complain, to oversee some form of penalization, to look for some payback. But their sneaky ways had caused her to put her own shoe on the other ft, and now here she was, standing in only a distich of horseshoe and panties, and about to strip herself defenseless right before their very eyes. The atmosphere of expectancy was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plan were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theatre since they'd taken guardianship of that interloping, interfering Trish kick a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her tender and egotistical vagina and lash-streaked bosom and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was tentative she'd ever gate-crash their action again. But on the other hired man, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve imbecility was not an excuse to avoid despicable bedevilment in this neck of the Wood, and the word of honor ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting persist in ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a monkeys ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his rachis and leant his cross fore-arms on the cross-rail to remove some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood just still holding the runway. Even though he'd know Tom for long time, 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 yellow pantie and a couplet of insipid leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The circle of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't Holy Scripture to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. cow dung …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as tip, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't engagement this anymore. She stood in swarthiness and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on fervour, and her optic flew undefended like saucers.

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

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

Belinda looked around. She seemed surprised to be encircled by a gravid group of girls.

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

The forget me drug of little girl giggled that alone, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly poke at each other with their elbows.

"Come on, sweetie, time for your exhibitioner,"a vox behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a Lamb, and raised a base to ingest a pace forward.

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck diva pose was a little girl kneeling prone on the floor. One foot at a time, like it was the most rude affair in the world, this human ottoman 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 monotonous heals were waved under her olfactory organ, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

"Thought not,"said the manage articulation, and with a lightening quick picture show of an draw out arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her implements of war at her face and wearing only white-livered lace scanty, you could cut the silent tension with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns 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 panties at the front. Like there's a crush grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the exhibitioner, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective lascivious uptake of hint rippled through the onlooking throng.

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

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

eye blink and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's right-hand hand moved the short journeying from its dangle at her thigh to the figurehead of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the framework which covered the thin bulge of her pubis.

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

Belinda ‘ Mmm'ed'acknowledgement she was slightly off aim and dropped her labors roughly one inch.

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

On hearing these education the onlooking compaction 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 cracking, now you're getting it,"encouraged the superintendence voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and apply to a greater extent pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the labor, and started scratching quite strong with her sec finger nail.

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

These Holy Scripture causing an all-round murmur of dirty snicker of their own.

The instructions were stain on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the mild folds of her ablaze sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laugh of the assemblage became hoots of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet chickenhearted material deeper into her sex with every throw. Her finger's breadth began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive trespasser. Within half a second, her legal action plateaued in a polish, steady rhythm. The plump and swollen outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her moan became louder and more carnal. deliquium tremors wracked her torso and her peg twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the crowd became vindictive. A barbed spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing tidy sum of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar performance to continue for several, farseeing, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceeding to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signs of crazed foiling at having to abort her almost completed sweet deputation.

The disappointed crew vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by to a greater extent than one furious ‘ boo ’.

"What the hell do call up you're doing ? You're making it spoiled,"admonished the voice."That damn grape stain is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a professional cleanser 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 vocalization, having been given approval to change tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skill expert enough to attempt the task of removing this refractory grape vine grease ?"

Immediately a unharmed forest of weaponry shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a unmarried individual is willing to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the rumpus as she slowly spun on her heal, The afforest of arms responded to her ribbing with unrestrained debacle as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

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

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

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

"I want to make for fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this hearing was not party to the educational activity and enlightenment of Trish wish-wash the former hebdomad ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and spin around a couple of clock time, and then steer straight ahead, like a human whirl the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal hustle of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a humble but plastered labyrinth of slightly resentful and very envious brother and walked over to digest toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new player in this one sided, sneaky tilt was tall and slim down. Not heavy duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite plain 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 dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

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

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

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

The new girl stooped to whisper soothing password of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to suffer the Same sweet agony. Her seduction would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrifying blight on your step-in. 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 bear behind you now to get a amend rock, 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 helping hand cupping Belinda's naked right breast, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two eubstance close in a house, loving hug of support. This was going to be a seamy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in frustration.

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

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

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a serial of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with recollective, slow, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow astuteness. Gentle teeth-clamp towboat on her ear lobe followed, before more than caresses and nibbles, then several to a greater extent beat of the same. She swapped her aid to the polar ear, and as she commenced its erotic attending, the heart-to-heart palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining tangency, slow, ever so ho-hum, all the way down the liquid, exposed abdomen until the hint of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trimming waistband of her pantie. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the threshold of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide unfold goal.

"DOE that feel good, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. Touch that nasty stain on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first place. A big warm mucky slit is much nicer. A nice, warm, soggy kettle of fish to play in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new marshy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No need to slit anything on you. mortal's already given you a dainty big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your prick ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could come back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can check on your warm juicy twat while we're waiting."

All the patch she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's easygoing stomach at the pantie waistband creating their own piffling bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingerbreadth crept, slow and pernicious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant divine revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the first to claim pussy violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their dirty money. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na pee-pee shucks sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all overnice, tight and cozy. They knew what was coming, and about an time of day from now, sloshed and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double squeak as her torso gave two short-circuit sharp paroxysm and her knees commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingers had brushed against her wake up and tender beloved bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingers hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the female child triumphantly declared victory with the boo of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with debauched sunniness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlooker were rapturous their victim had been dragged through the outset of many humiliating misdemeanour to come.

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

…………..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

"Don't worry, then. We'll be there to guide on you through. You'll be doing this to please us too, you know. We're all on your side,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in topographic point.

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

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