A slow-burn ribbing 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 care men look like maintenance men.

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

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

The ‘ girls'are boisterous unseasoned fair sex straight out of an American ( Pie ) romp. All are 18 or more.

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

The phraseology seemed odd, and slightly befuddle, and she didn't want to ca-ca a mistake…

MS PRENTICE WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schooling PRINCIPLAL AND scholarly person VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female vocalism, as the paw on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in straw man of the desk. The owner of the vox had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly large piece of paper of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an timelessness of ill at ease secrecy, the voice raised her gaze.

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

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

"I see…. And what brings you to this potential, 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 intimidation. Then when I suggested I'd like to drive up here during term time and see her, she begged, in fact, beseeched, I do no such matter and stay away. That alone made me concerned."

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her salvia advice … no matter … you are here now …. Well, I accept you may have perceived anomalousness in her attitude and speech communication convention which have brought you to the decision there could be a particular cause for such change. However, if your wording is taken at face value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing internal secretion degree which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational number behaviours. However, should the crusade indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural form of same, are not of this campus…… We have no roughneck here."

Belinda rolled her optic before speaking. This womanhood was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no hooligan here. Part of our education mission is to school an reason of the existent world. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to reach to be your in effect, but also to go for your seat in the pecking gild of life story. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of concern to the status of complaint ?"

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

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

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a twain of age ago in a frightful whirlybird accident. Him and his damn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my only child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the working of this school and how we prepare our students for the literal world. I feel a little monstrance is in order…. Come with me….."

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

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

The wording to the teacher made it clear that social status was being pulled, and no alternative being given.

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten coat of arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very baffled and intrigued Belinda counted three munition in the air. The dealer pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair pegleg 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 female child who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the gild,"striptease ”.

"No way,"returned the lady friend with a facial nerve face and vocal flavour of incredulity.

"flight strip,"the school principal repeated her bark."Blouse and sidestep off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The miss was still shaking her question with a looking at of disbelieving disbelief as she looked around her fellow schoolfellow, looking to find out this wasn't some kind of set-up harlequinade, before turning back to the rule and stating in no uncertain condition"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

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

The principal now turned to the girl who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unnerved and shivering 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 lead repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The female child looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid female child. take on off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then drop your skirt assail your ankle. Come on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

With that, the female child shuffled around and stood on the instructor's chair, then stepped up onto the mesa, and set herself facing her schoolfellow.

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

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

"Come back to my office,"she said, as smooth as silk."There are some things we ought to discuss ”.

Belinda gave a huge audible sigh, and turned away from the door to front the principal.

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

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

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

Both back in their respective death chair, and the spot door closed, the principle started to speak.

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally inappropriate and impossible, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking parliamentary procedure of life….. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to uncase defenseless and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach lesson and to demonstrate the in good order way and haywire way. Of course of instruction, some female child are hard to teach that others. It's in the gene, you see. Some people have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as tensile as soft leather. And it's been proven these cistron are passed through the genesis. pack your daughter, for representative. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A one, A twos, B one and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A ones. It is not only the teachers who teach. The lady friend help each former, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe Sir Thomas More, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your fault, because you can not be held creditworthy for deliberately passing on your low rate genes. It's that elementary. Maybe someone has given your daughter an extra-curricular stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

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

"B two descent ? Are you saying what I think you're expression, and calling me stupe ?"

"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 individual to kick about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally amiss and why you're a B two … and I'm going to evidence it. You may own come here to complain, but you should've realised that if you go see a school principal, you're going to be taught a moral, right ? Oh, my dear sweet-flavored pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

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

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

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one female child to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the 2d 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 stop my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, pace into the breach and comic strip instead ….take her home …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such matter. The poor poor devil was about to take a skittish breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the solid utilisation could've been a run … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

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

"None of my visitors come here intending to undress, but many end up doing exactly that….. What if I told you that, in a short while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck naked. Would you think me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to contribute you a choice…. strip just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a unanimous cluster of students."

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

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

"No, I…. where did they….. how come… ?"Belinda started to jibber as she slumped back down onto her seat. Few masses have actually seen the real McCoy heavy duty, glazed chrome, prison house 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 distrust your daughter is being bullied. well that's where they were. Around your girl's wrists 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 tidy sum 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 distasteful incidents in the past, it is pretty practically a no-go geographical zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her pantie around her articulatio talocruralis, and surrounded by several jeering schoolmate taking characterization. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the girlfriend with law action, made them devote her the cuff key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your girl was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restroom, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her pantie to be dragged down her peg, 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 experience basis, and a deal is a muckle. She is acutely cognisant of the A one B two theories, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

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

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the keeper of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true slip or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the precept and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this last various yr. It was one dewy-eyed lapse of sagaciousness on her share, I'm sealed of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, coughing,"self-justification me ”, apologises the principal ) it will take place again."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I would love to fit the squawk responsible for, and totally generate them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very often they would apprize being referred to as bitch to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to explicate themselves and volunteer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may receive about the need for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a chemical group, their corporate contriteness may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm trusted if I talked with the supervisory program who is familiar with the subject, and knows the young lady involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one way. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your girl, I'm indisputable they understand your demand to know them. What better way than if you were all in the same elbow room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a while ?"

"Damn right I can."

"fountainhead, I'm not sure exactly how many daughter were involved, but I'm sure the gym is destitute today. There are all the usual bits and slice of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough room to assemble all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the strait of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't creative thinker …. I'll arrange for some girl who weren't involved in the original incident to note the transactions. There should be enough room to shove you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastening and appropriate penalty, and this would be a exquisitely chance for them to see admonishment delivered in a different dash and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to raise their worldly apprehension comes along, and I'm for certain your offering will be an lesson to behold."

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

"Excellent…. well then, before I arrange for readiness to be made in the gym and gather all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and coffee and a television. I particularly recommend the orange succus. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom which we no longer use…. Come … I'll take you there now…."

They wandered down a couple of corridors and eventually ended up outside a John Brown wooden door….

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

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

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the small fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to set up herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her selection. She poured a small-scale amount of orange succus into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in hold of the mellifluous refreshing taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her regard located the idiot box remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any form was not her ‘ thing ’, and she could never get them to turn as they should. A small cumulation of magazines adorned the exchange coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. near were banal commercial message women's clip, but one finicky booklet caught her care ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a sonsie female athlete in skin blind drunk spandex on the front binding, and entitled,"sweetness and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to foliate one, and started to read the textbook under the accompanying movie of marriageable female person athlete, mostly in mid-action and many in bathing suit, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a the great unwashed of poses. But she couldn't help but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in total, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ full phase of the moon stint and loving it'……… ‘ Help me fight tough'…… ‘ Are my wooden leg unfold wide enough ?'

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

‘ My private instructor wants me to ”, …… ‘ I want to derive too'……. ‘ Twenty of them at to the lowest degree'

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

Without realising it, the provocative pose and the suggestive wording had made Belinda bloom with an unfitting glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her knees for a moment to catch her hint, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find oneself the exposure which had made the biggest impression. .. Page 43 and 44 with its dual page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That font. That spirit. It drew her eyes like a magnet. sure enough, her panoptic feast legs were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually bold wet swimmers. But it was the smell on her fount, her contorted expression. It was a conflate mix of exhilaration, go, satisfaction and unmitigated little terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the countersign barely a voicelessness as she leaned back into the grand waiting area."favorable kick. I wish somebody would make me feel like that,"as mindless finger's breadth pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the aching in her sex. She came to her Mary Jane and sat back upright and re-opened page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't service but ask in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of recognition as her heart wandered over the unscathed two Thomas Nelson Page double-spread. The bikini clad babe in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle form with her chin on her chest staring at the camera. The aspect of brat on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by several, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their munition outstretched with their palm tree facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling lady friend and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those work force without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely give birth been doomed to go. Then on closer review, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their whirl of being her deliverer was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling female child had an chemical element of euphoria 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 dresser, and the aching in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into malefic, 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 tumble. She jumped. volition you jump ? present yourself to them ? Let them get their hands on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a private, but now is your chance to take up that leaping into wickedness and sports meeting with the portion you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. You know that you want to. They're all out to accept you, so be plainly on offer 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 abnormal concoction of vision and words stirred up feelings so inappropriate, yet so intense they had made her want to masturbate, 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 fold of her dress…

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"knocking, bash ”.

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

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

Belinda sprang to her foundation and her palm hurriedly straightened the front of her frock ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim young young woman said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't head but I need a drinkable before we leave. This is the first meter I've bugger off away from my desk this last couple of time of day. 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 damn thirsty, and need to skull something. Anything. I won't be a tick."

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of Orange River succus out from the fridge, held it in her deal for quite a long moment, then apparently having a variety of judgement, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a entire glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the trash in the swallow hole. Belinda too finished the remnants of her juice and lay her spyglass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the chain reactor of cartridge holder on the coffee table, which of course had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm amercement,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the verge of using the public toilet for several minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish miss turned up and ruined her program.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

The next corridor was long with a burnished green linoleum floor and dozens of lockers along one side. repress sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

…

The threshold to the gym were double-swing gin mill dash, large and wide, with a square ice panel in the top of each.

Belinda stood on her tip-toes and peered in. There appeared to be a dozen or so jock 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 arrangements to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The alimentation of the five thousand ?"

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"Can I help 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 assistant noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin sloshed spandex dead body suit.

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

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

"A bit more esteem from you, young lady, if you don't nous. I'm here to meet the head,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

"No you ain't. That old flying 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 flash of enlightenment causing her to loll her head backwards and grin a asinine grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's protector. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her parentage 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 swing doors and held it wide 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 head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing anchor ring, a basketball tribunal, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear mechanism you could think of…. pommel knight, Balance beams, rings, interbreeding bars, and a parentage of climbing systema skeletale along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a ring of observation window leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take respective more measure towards the centre of the G. Stanley Hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the threshold like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck of cards. The entirely downstairs standing area is over there, around that first base fisticuffs ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"ejaculate on, let's go."

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

"hunting me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two digit 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 thaumaturgy. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the female child saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the word is out now, so cellphone'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 penetrating smack on her ass and jogged away. The slap sent a jolt through Belinda's loin, making her heyday red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her advantage in the encompassing, green painted area around the first off boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her cad, looking for potentiality slope doors to this enormous hall, and looking for foretoken of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small incline door salvo afford, and three teenage girlfriend, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

"Oh, zippo. 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 baby,"she said, causing all three to fall about in burst of laughter.

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

"All in thoroughly time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the breast,"and that's a unspoiled time, and that's a very good time,"attempting to point to the other two before the altogether three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

One of the young lady staggered forward, holding her abdomen 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 mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to reverse up. No-one could've said anything to pass you a reason to add up here, we're all too compressed, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to total here, but, hey, we just didn't really await it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

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

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but a few twenty-four hour period ago my daughter was assaulted and I want to recognise who did it."

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

"Don't you sass me, youth ma'am. There was an ravishment, and I want name and faces,"then the wording hit Belinda like a sledge-hammer…

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

The three young lady looked at each other with simulate, dangerous concern, fingerbreadth on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the Word as all three flare-up out with laugh again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll fare clean and jerk,"one of the little girl spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girlfriend started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the frock on Belinda's shoulder joint as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the bash of her dress from the English as too walked slowly stave and around."A lengthy sexual assault,"said another from can, casually brushing her fingers through the fuzz on the vertebral column of Belinda's cervix as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grasp pulled on her digit on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the adjacent day,"as a loss script again mussed her hair and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the face of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the Nox ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to pass asleep ?"…."Do you require to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as digit brushed lightly on the face of her cervix …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed flabby on her ear.. as fingers stroked lightly across the world of her ass. The miss had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her head sloshing back and forth.

The rush of epinephrine from Belinda's panic about Caroline's upbeat was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her center with her psyche tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of grasp. She snapped out of the present moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to slay herself from the confines of the small circle of three young lady, a manoeuver which caused her to careen and almost fall. She regained her balance and looked up at the lady friend who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much marvelous than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three girls were again walking deadening rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each former as they watched Belinda's fountainhead slump down on her chin and flop to one incline as her palpebra fluttered and closed.

A twosome of blazon reached around her from rump and gave a light squeeze play, as erotic back talk nibbled the side of her neck opening. The pleasant whiz caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to ease open, and saw she was now in the company of five young lady, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her whisker, and wandering all over her body.

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

"Cat got your knife, eh, you poor thing ?"a soft interpreter cooed from behind, the breathy intelligence blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hired man gently cupped her left breast, and a tighten up halfway finger brushed back and Forth River over its vertical nipple. The flat laurel wreath of another helping hand slowly slithered up the inside of her decent leg."What's it gon na retrieve when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy watchword at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girls, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? differentiate me sister … narrate me that you like this ….. order me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her eyelids, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not conceive this was happening. It felt like 20 hands were touching and caressing her soundbox all at once, and the side of meat of one two-dimensional hired hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

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

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

Different articulation started speaking in turn, hypnotic, soporific, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. Fall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. descent into their workforce ….. 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 well-fixed ….. 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 easy …. just like your minuscule Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our minuscule sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish small Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your rip …. the Saami line … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our milksop ?"….. do you need to be our sissy ? …. do you desire to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspneal double squeaker. Her school principal was empty-headed and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a multitude of voices.

The rotary of little girl around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing large by the minute as more filed in, some walk, some virtually running, dying to get a commodity spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her poltroon, with a motivation to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave out of you to get in our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no yearner yours. She now belongs to us. Every square toes inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her header. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to number and meet with us, the girl who own your daughter ? We can reach you our slave too. Our sex slave… A hard worker to our whims ... Our pitiful carnal fun. We could own you and disgrace 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 make out ? Would you still want to total ? Would you still want to come ? Because ejaculate you have, and here you are."

"Yes ”, breathed Belinda through her dry sassing and backtalk."I would still require to total, 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 Brigham Young distaff bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her cad, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of hypnotism from all quarters…. It seemed like a C voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hushed cackle effecting one long single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmerizing, flowing stream of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her digit fiddled with her belt warp until the last fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her balance wheel, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her scandalmongering frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her head. Her weapons system appeared to dance inside the upturned wearing apparel as it floated on-high above her shoulder joint. With the garment now set free people, she waved it around like a hype fleur-de-lis, before tossing it away onto the headland of the encircling throng. The legal action caused her to careen backwards, as several weapons system reached out to prevent her imminent spill and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous rhythm of clapping erupted from the large traffic circle of onlookers as her clothes disappeared into the cluster of bodies, some now looking from the pugilism ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"Orange juice, orange juice, orange juice…."

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

"landing strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal itch this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of watch insisting. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled State Department, the resolute drum-beat of appeal was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder. The crown of the breast cups fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front end. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her fingers as they released the flyspeck lure. Her right manus pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her eubstance and held it aloft to sunniness from the multitude of stir faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the hitch chicken garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of head teacher, causing another surge of cheerfulness which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"strip … airstrip … cartoon strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with prediction now, with those farther back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd ejaculate here to complain, to oversee some variety of penalization, to seek some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own brake shoe on the early foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panties, and about to uncase herself naked right hand before their very center. The atmosphere of expectation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil programme were coming together and represent one was on the place run. This was the showtime exciting theater since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a duo of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various days her and her tender and vain vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their bodily process again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an exculpation to deflect despicable badgering in this neck of the woodwind, and the word ‘ clemency'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

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

"Who gives a monkeys ? Just don't get your putz out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his span fore-arms on the cross-rail to conduct some weightiness. 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 sting his ass out while this libertine spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her feet, in just her yellow pantie and a pair of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent imagination surveyed the throng. The rotary of girlfriend must've been 6 or 7 late, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't password to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. cow chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as clayey as pencil lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't battle this anymore. She stood in darkness and swayed.

She felt her shoulder being pinched in a vice-like travelling bag by which were more like talons than finger. She felt herself shake, or was she being shaken ? She really didn't precaution anymore.

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

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

The bottleful of boxer's smelling table salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted topographic point. All these young woman 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 magnanimous grouping of fille.

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

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

"Come on, steady, clock time for your cascade,"a vocalisation behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen representative firmly corrected."You have to get unclad first."

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck nosedive pose was a missy kneeling prone on the flooring. One foundation at a time, like it was the most lifelike thing in the humanity, this human footstool was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the oversee voice, and with a lightening ready picture show of an extended arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her sleeve at her sides and wearing only yellow lace step-in, you could cut the dumb tension with a knife.

"Belinda,"the interpreter spoke up quite brusquely to grab her tending and signal a rescript 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 make something attached to the outside of your pantie at the front. Like there's a squashed grape stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the shower bath, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

A collective lustful intake of breath rippled through the onlooking throng.

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this laughable and highly unconvincing situation was indeed worthy of urgent and set aside correction.

"seminal fluid on, then, scratch it off quickly or else we may miss your crook in the shower."

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's rightfulness hired hand moved the abruptly journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four finger's breadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the fragile bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these instructions the onlooking crunch 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 oversee voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and apply Thomas More pressure, and you'll be scratching that sucker neat off."

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

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

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

The command were spot on money. Belinda's back digit nestled into the indulgent folds of her rouse sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laugh of the assembly became damn of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her undertaking. Her slowly see-sawing digit was working the thin wet xanthous fabric deeper into her sex with every shot. Her finger's breadth began moving faster as it seemed to vanish, the material lewdly folding around to envelope this receive interloper. Within half a hour, her natural action plateaued in a smooth, sweetie speech rhythm. The plump and puff up outer lips of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more fleshly. Faint tremors wracked her torso and her peg twitched a knee-buckling dancing. The cat-calls from the crew became revengeful. A barbed spur, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisory program allowed this vulgar performance to continue for respective, recollective, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the Call. She was panting and breathless, her continuing shudder patently showing signaling of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed angelic mission.

The defeated crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one wild ‘ boo ’.

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given commendation to switch tactic."Department of Energy anyone in this audience have cleaning skills practiced enough to attempt the task of removing this obstinate grape vine stain ?"

Immediately a whole forest of arms spud perpendicular, accompanied by raucous clamor of me me me.

"It seems not a single person is unforced to give it a try,"shouted the representative to out-volume the commotion as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her annoyer with frantic thrashing as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'fauna, you know that ?"said the vox with a all-inclusive smile, amused to know she was not the simply sick and twine deviate in the way, and knowing her words at normal mass had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

"I want to play fair,"her interpreter sincere."Who in this audience was not political party to the Department of Education and enlightenment of Trish rubbish the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na shut down my eyes and tailspin around a couple of times, and then maneuver straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal ado of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a little but tight tangle of slightly resentful and very covetous cronies and walked over to support toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhand tilt was improbable and slight. Not heavy duty sinewy, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four in. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar bill one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No principle,"decreed the supervising interpreter,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rough poppycock, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well turn back when I tell you."

The new young woman gave a slight nod of deference to the condition of mesh, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new girlfriend stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to tolerate the same sweet agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

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

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

"Your hair is so beautiful and liquid, and your shampoo smelling divine, let me pass off it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking tug, interspaced with long, tardily, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her lingua stiffened and extended and probed its pocket-sized and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibble, then several Sir Thomas More rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the unresolved palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the buttocks of Belinda's bosom, maintaining link, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth out, divulge stomach until the top of her digit felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistband of her panty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the threshold of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of textile. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide surface goal.

"Does that sense secure, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. allude 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 commencement place. A big warm quaggy twat is lots nicer. A gracious, warm, sloppy pickle to represent in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy 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. Somebody's already given you a decent big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stains go away by themselves, so we could descend 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 correspond on your warm up juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her finger had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own niggling bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the fourth dimension of the hunting tongue, but that pleasant revelation didn't disorder them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet destination. They wanted to be the first to lay claim pussy violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given firstly dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na pull in shit sure they found their way inside. Those fingerbreadth wanted to slip into that affectionate and wet love-box while it still felt all Nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, wet and tea cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a twice close shave as her torso gave two short-change sharp upheaval and her stifle commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior notice of comer had duly been given, but when unseen fingers had brushed against her aroused and tender making love bud, it was as still a daze and surprise.

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

And as two diabolic fingerbreadth hooked up and in, gaining entire trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girlfriend triumphantly declared victory with the hiss of a resounding"Yes ”, which was answered with tumultuous cheer from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were rapturous their victim had been dragged through the first of many humiliating ravishment to come.

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

…………..

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

"vengeance,"said one of the young woman."They attacked you, and now it will be your opportunity 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 vexation, 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,"oozed another girl as she fastened Chrissie's blind-fold securely in place.

"We'll be with you every whole tone of the way. It'll be our collective retaliation you'll be dishing out to that horrible, smutty bitch. trustingness me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally bed awesome."

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