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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The criminal maintenance men look like maintenance men.

The distaff head is a typical, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

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

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

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

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

MS prentice WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schooltime PRINCIPLAL AND scholarly person VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapplander distaff voice, as the hired hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the empty wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The proprietor of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing numbers on an overtly vauntingly shroud of composition. Belinda assumed correctly this noblewoman did not make love who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of ill at ease quiet, the vox raised her gaze.

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no matter … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her posture and oral communication design which have brought you to the finis there could be a specific reason for such change. However, if your wording is taken at aspect value, you have no evidence of what the said understanding may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing internal secretion levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the case indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Same, are not of this campus…… We have no roughneck here."

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

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. Part of our education foreign mission is to cultivate an understanding of the real humans. We can't all be Bill William Henry Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to reach to be your best, but also to accept your seat in the pecking order of life. Do you read ?"

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

"So you wish to elevate your impartation of vexation 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 persuasion ?"

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a yoke of days ago in a frightening helicopter chance event. Him and his tinker's dam toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my simply child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

"I can see you are unfamiliar with the workings of this schooling and how we prepare our students for the real world. I feel a little demonstration is in order…. come with me….."

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

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

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

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten weapon shot up, and she motioned for one of them to arrive endure out at the front.

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten weapons system momentarily dead reckoning 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 disoriented and scheme Belinda counted three arms in the air. The school principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed finger to the storey just beside her. The young lady hurriedly hoisted herself just with a scrapping of electric 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 girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the decree,"Strip ”.

"No way,"returned the lady friend with a facial expression and vocal music tone of incredulity.

"flight strip,"the principal repeated her barque."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The fille was still shaking her head with a flavour of disbelieving incredulity as she looked around her swain schoolfellow, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up prank, before turning back to the rule 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 star said droning flatly, and the fille instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal episode had now concluded.

The school principal now turned to the girl who had identified herself as a B two. Staring down at the obviously unnerved and shivering girl, the lead 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 bark worthy of a practice session sergeant.

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid girl. assume off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then deteriorate your skirt polish your ankle. cum on, rush up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

The little girl's shoulder drooped, and her brain dipped in resignation.

"But……"Belinda again started, and the dealer immediately showed her the laurel wreath of her hand, which brought her into replete silence.

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

With that, the girl shuffled around and stood on the teacher's chair, then stepped up onto the board, and set herself facing her classmates.

It was at this gunpoint 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 clack of her script, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their cogitation. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the figurehead door.

"Come back to my berth,"she said, as placid as silk."There are some things we ought to talk over ”.

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

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

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

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

Both back in their various hot seat, and the office 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 unsufferable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of somebody who is currently way above her in the pecking decree of life….. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip raw and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. teach lesson and to show the right field way and damage way. Of track, some girl are harder to learn that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a potent will and a mind of their own. Others are as ductile as sonant leather. And it's been proven these cistron are passed through the generations. ask your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A unity, A twos, B ones and B two. 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 teacher who teach. The girls help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe Thomas More, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your fault. You know that, right ?"

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

"I said it's partly your error, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low ranking cistron. It's that dim-witted. 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 zip wrong with my gene,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

"B two ancestry ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, 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 LX miles to be here in person to sound off about my girl being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally wrong and why you're a B two … and I'm going to prove it. You may have 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 pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the best school in the county, and despite her recent way out, we both know that if she stays the course, she will will here with admonitory qualifications. That is what you want, yes ? And we don't want to jeopardise all the full work she's put in thus far, do we now…..…. Berr- lin ..da … ? Sit back down."

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

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to strip and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the arcsecond girl slip. You saw her soreness. Her dilemma. Obey or not obey…….. You were going to say something, yes ? Were you going to ask me to block up my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the breach and cartoon strip instead ….take her place …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such thing. The poor wretch was about to receive a skittish breakdown."

"So you wouldn't have offered to pick out 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 hale exercise could've been a test … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would volunteer to strip in her stead."

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

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

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to give you a choice…. cartoon strip just for me, now…. Or a trivial later, in presence of a whole bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the head teacher as she calmly slid open a draftsman and fished out a span of handcuffs, before dropping them with a loud clunk on her desk."With these, your daughter'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you know where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only surmise your daughter is being bullied. fountainhead that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree diagram. 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 plenty of the school buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The executive program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavory incidents in the past, it is pretty a great deal a no-go zone for faculty. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree diagram torso, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankle, and surrounded by several jeering class fellow taking pictures. The supervisory program took some photos of her own, threatened the girls with law action at law, made them give her the turnup key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the wash room, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at length the future 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 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 lie with basis, and a deal is a plenty. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theories, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

"Oh, my sweet 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 judgement about my chances, whatever that means. What are you going to do about the missy who assaulted my daughter ? Are any charges going to be laid ?"

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true case or not. There is no way your girl will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been guinea pig to this finish several old age. It was one simple reverting of judgement on her constituent, I'm sure of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will happen again."

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

"Unfortunately those moving-picture show seem to have gone astray. The supervisor swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must deliver fallen from her pocket when she became involved in some animated activities. And as for being an eye watcher, well, it would be her news against those of several others."

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

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

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

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

"I would sleep with to meet the kick responsible for, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as bitch to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed protector of true pecking order. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the opportunity to explain themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their legal action. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contriteness may be all the more tangible and sincere."

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

"I'm for sure if I talked with the supervisor who is associate with the subject, and knows the girlfriend involved, it can be arranged to have them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your need to acknowledge them. What practiced way than if you were all in the Same room together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you cling around here for a patch ?"

"Damn right I can."

"wellspring, I'm not sure exactly how many girls were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free today. There are all the usual bits and part of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough elbow room to put together all the girls involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the strait of affair, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the pilot incident to observe the proceeding. There should be enough room to bosom you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a hunky-dory chance for them to witness admonishment delivered in a different vogue and in a dissimilar way. After all, it's not every day a hazard to enhance their worldly realize comes along, and I'm sure your offering will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. Well then, before I arrange for homework to be made in the gym and assemble all the girls, I'll escort you to the Tea way. It's much more well-heeled there, with lounges and tea and burnt umber and a television. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to freshen up. It's all been converted inside an old classroom which we no longer use…. seminal fluid … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

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

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the minuscule fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a drop cup from a hook, and was about to set herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a kettleful."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small-scale amount of Orange River juice into a deoxyephedrine and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in appreciation of the sweet refreshing taste sensation. She filled up the methamphetamine and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to take watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ matter ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A modest pile of magazines adorned the central coffee board, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. Most were shopworn commercial-grade char's magazines, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a full-bosomed female athlete in scramble cockeyed spandex on the front cover, and entitled,"dessert and Sublime ”. It was too resistless to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to paginate one, and started to take the textbook under the accompanying pictures of marriageable female person jock, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of poses. But she couldn't assist but notice they became more risqué with each turn of the page, maybe 50 in add, as she took occasional sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push tough'…… ‘ Are my peg spread panoptic enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative mannerism and the indicatory wording had made Belinda rosiness with an inappropriate 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 breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to chance the photo which had made the grownup belief. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its double page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first base. She had been focusing on the face on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That face. That looking. It drew her center like a attractor. surely, her widely cattle ranch legs were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on display through her virtually sheer wet bather. But it was the facial expression on her boldness, her contorted construction. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, cristal, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the gilded lounge."Lucky cunt. I wish mortal would make me experience like that,"as mindless fingerbreadth pushed down into the saddleback of clothes overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the aching in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened pages 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't supporter but take in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclaiming of realisation as her eyes wandered over the whole 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 spreadeagle var. with her chin on her chest staring at the camera. The look of brat on her nerve probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite gamey, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a magnanimous stave trampoline surrounded by various, maybe twelve, two-piece clad babes all of whom had their weaponry outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient military action to capture the falling female child and secure a secure landing. If she had put herself solely in those workforce without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely own been doomed to fail. Then on closer review, the faces of the just 4 ‘ backstop'who were visible all bore an expression of pure evil and contempt…. their offer of being her saviour was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an factor of euphory and blind faith in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's eye thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

She was dumbfounded and perturbed…… and seriously sexually aroused. She hadn't had a intimate family relationship since her married man had died, but why had this imaginativeness of a potpourri of treachery, exhilaration and brat, combined with the accompanying text caused her experimental condition ? It was a doubt she couldn't answer. She re-read the textbook : -

‘ She's falling straight into evil, 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 surrender. 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 chance to remove that leap into swarthiness and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… parachuting. You know that you want to. They're all out to have you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to snap up you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

How had such an affected concoction of vision and words stirred up tactual sensation so incompatible, yet so vivid they had made her wish to masturbate, right here and right now ? … She couldn't explain it, but she knew her finger were pushing down hard at her genitalia through the falsify overlayer flexure of her dress…

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"bash, knock ”.

Belinda took in a penetrating, startled intake of breath and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the deep brown table.

The door opened and a friendly face appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was quick to go.

Belinda sprang to her groundwork and her palms hurriedly straightened the front of her apparel ….

"Yep."

The lately 20's slim young girl 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 metre I've gotten away from my desk this concluding couple of hour. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

"Oh, I'm just damn athirst, and need to skull something. Anything. I won't be a tick."

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long moment, then apparently having a change of judgement, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a wide methamphetamine hydrochloride and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the methamphetamine hydrochloride in the swallow hole. Belinda too finished the remnants of her succus and lay her glass in the swallow hole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pile of magazines on the coffee table, which of form had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"pauperism the public lavatory 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 restroom for respective minutes of self-recreation when this annoying Trish girl turned up and ruined her plans.

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

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

"Oh, you'll beloved it in the new gym, commit me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful jog with her human elbow."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

"wellspring, normally on Fri it would be, but one of the educatee's squad has a big 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 stimulate, too. When they have a tag team peer, sometimes they get carried away and if the referee isn't on her toes it gets more like a bar elbow room do where anything goes. It can really get the interview fired up. I've seen………"she started, but her words trailed away.

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

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The next corridor was long with a shining greenish lino floor and dozens of lockers along one side. Muffled sound 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 trusted you can receive your way from here. Nice merging you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her cad and walked away.

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

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The threshold to the gym were double-swing pothouse fashion, large and panoptic, with a square glass venire 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 matter, but none were actually wrestling.

"good,"she said to herself"this position is huge. And that drowsing 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 help you ?"The barytone, almost manly representative from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't supporter noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin taut spandex body suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

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

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

"But I was told….."

"Look, I know you been to the old Dragon to quetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The photoflash of enlightenment causing her to droop her head backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's guardian. You're her real mom, right ?"

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

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

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

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

The strapping young young woman reversed into one of the lilt doorway and held it wide undefended 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 head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast Granville Stanley Hall. There were two package rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could think of…. saddlebow sawbuck, counterpoise beams, rings, cross taproom, and a job of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And command processing overhead time, looking like an inside-out spaceship, were a annulus of reflexion window leaning in at an odd slant.

Belinda felt a script thrust firmly against the humble of her back, causing her to deal several more step towards the core of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girl gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the incoming doors.

"Sorry, but you were hesitating too much. We can't be seen just hanging around near the door like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observance deck. The merely downstairs standing orbit is over there, around that first boxing anchor ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"semen on, let's go."

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

"Search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two finger in her mouthpiece and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some aid,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the illusion. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the miss saying they wouldn't mind meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to meet them, wow. Well, the Son is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a alien, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp smack on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jolt through Belinda's pubic region, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, green painted country around the kickoff boxing-ring, she did a slow down 360 on her heels, looking for potentiality side room access to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a diminished side threshold burst capable, and three teenage daughter, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

"Yeah, very funny remark. So what are your actual name ?"

"All in undecomposed fourth dimension,"said the still laughing missy, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better time, and that's a genuine good prison term,"attempting to taper 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 lady friend staggered forward, holding her abdominal cavity 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 plough up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too sloshed, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to occur here, but, hey, we just didn't really anticipate it. And then you turning up out of the wild blue yonder … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So slow. What are you on about ?"

"You are Chrissie's mom, right ? Well then, welcome and double welcome. We said it would be nice to take you, and beano .. here you are,"causing sniggers 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 know who did it."

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

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

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

The three girls looked at each other with feigned, serious fear, fingers on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's mulct, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the word as all three outburst out with laugh again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the lady friend spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air slowly around her."There was an rape, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the attire on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual Assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the bash of her dress from the side as too walked slowly round and around."A protracted intimate assault,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the hair on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hr,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingers on her left wing bridge player as she too walked around."And again the side by side day,"as a passing hand again mussed her tomentum and tweaked at her locks."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepyheaded Night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you require to spend the Nox ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you want to accrue asleep ?"…."Do you require to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic susurration of circling voices…. as finger brushed lightly on the side of her neck opening …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm lip brushed delicate on her ear.. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The little girl had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's regard followed them as they passed, her psyche sloshing back and forth.

The charge of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's eudaemonia was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously wage increase of euphoric, intoxicating, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of hold. She snapped out of the moment with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to withdraw herself from the confines of the small R-2 of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to distribute and almost descent. She regained her balance and looked up at the miss who, now their bent-over conniption of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no motive to squall us off,"cooed one of the young woman.

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

"We only want to delight you,"soothed another, as the girls 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 polish,"as finger brushed lightly on one of her cheeks.

The three fille were again walking slow rotary motion, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and flop to one side as her eyelid fluttered and closed.

A yoke of weapon reached around her from stern and gave a sparkle squeeze, as titillating lips nibbled the English of her cervix. The pleasant sensation caused Belinda to plough her promontory and her eyes to relieve open air, and saw she was now in the ship's company of five girl, with several hands now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

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

"Cat got your spit, eh, you inadequate thing ?"a lenient vox cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the compaction, a manus gently cupped her left bosom, and a stiffened center finger's breadth brushed back and Forth River over its erect tit. The two-dimensional palm of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy speech at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young little girl, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me babe … tell apart 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 oral fissure which was too dry to speak.

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her lid, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not consider this was happening. It felt like twenty hands were touching and caressing her dead body all at once, and the side of one flat script pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

"You saw yourself in the picture in our book, didn't you ? Helpless and terrified, yet wanting the Saami. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the sonant, haunting row sliding from lips caressing her ear."And you read the Book too, huh ? …. ‘ Fall into their hands, move over yourself to them, let them consume you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling suspiration, watery and faint. She felt decidedly woozy. She was floating in a sea of female consistency pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so soused she couldn't move..

Different vox started speaking in turn, mesmeric, mesmeric, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. evenfall 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 plow up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so gentle ….. 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 easy …. just like your little Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our little sissy Chrissie ……. our somewhat sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her line of descent …. your blood …. the same rakehell … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty slight pantywaist …. do you want to be our milksop ?"….. do you want to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our Milquetoast ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a weak and dyspnoeic double close call. Her head was silly and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fast from a people of articulation.

The circle of little girl around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing orotund by the minute as to a greater extent filed in, some walk, some virtually running, anxious to get a estimable 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 nozzle in. They want her craven, with a penury to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing blind became a forthright lone spokesperson, advancing her gloam into bondage.

"It was very brave of you to infix our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, rock oil and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every lame inch. Every molecule. Every thought in her head. Everything. It all belongs to us. You didn't know before today, did you ? But now you do. Do you still want to come and meet with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can take you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our piteous fleshly fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to follow to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to come in ? Would you still want to come ? Because ejaculate you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her password of admission were a cue, and the moment they were spoken, the crowding traffic circle of young distaff bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unfirm after the pocket-sized inner circle had removed their financial backing. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling faint, feeling she may faint, words reached her ear. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a 100 voices were whispering as one, urging their requirement. A continuous, hushed yack effecting one longsighted single sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering pushover of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. flight strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmerizing, flowing flow of suggestion she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger fiddled with her belt buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her symmetricalness, as both hands grasped the hem of her attire. The hem rose, exposing her icteric frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem high above her oral sex. Her arms appeared to dance inside the upturned dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set costless, she waved it around like a hype flag, before tossing it away onto the header of the encircling throng. The natural action caused her to flounder backwards, as several arms reached out to prevent her imminent fall and steer her back to the centre.

A unwritten one shot of hand clapping erupted from the large R-2 of onlooker as her dress disappeared into the cluster of trunk, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering chatter of subliminal urge this prison term. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of limit press. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a clock time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the bosom cups fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the battlefront. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her bureau, looking down at her digit as they released the tiny come-on. Her right hand hand pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to cheerfulness from the throng of mad faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took commission of the hitch yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheerfulness which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"comic strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front row were virtually drooling with expectancy now, with those further back jostling for a substantially view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to oversee some kind of penalty, to seek some retribution. But their underhand ways had caused her to place her own horseshoe on the early human foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panty, and about to strip herself naked right before their very eyes. The atmosphere of anticipation was electric automobile, and many hearts were thumping and hot bloodline was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the plate run. This was the number one exciting theatre since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of workweek back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several Clarence Day her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their consecrated turf. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the former hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve imbecility was not an excuse to avoid despicable badgering in this neck of the woods, and the word ‘ mercifulness'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting remain ………….

"Strip…. airstrip …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two male maintenance men stopped in their data track, and almost as one, turned towards the window. Stepping forwards, they stood side by English, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the altogether length 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 result."This must be the tenth this year."

"Who gives a rapscallion ? Just don't get your pecker out."replied Tom as he arched his dorsum and leant his get across fore-arms on the cross-rail to take on some weight unit. Unspoken, he was settling in to watch. Reece remained stood upright still holding the runway. Even though he'd know Tom for twelvemonth, there was no way he was going to lodge his ass out while this riotous spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unfirm on her substructure, in just her yellowness scanty and a pair of compressed leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent visual sensation surveyed the throng. The round of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't speech to her anymore. It was more like the footsteps of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelid were as weighty as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the military capability, she conceded. I can't engagement this anymore. She stood in wickedness and swayed.

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

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

"That's it. amount back to me, sister. We's still a farseeing ways to go."

The nursing bottle of bagger's smelling Strategic Arms Limitation Talks 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 enceinte group of girlfriend.

"Oh, how-do-you-do,"she said at no-one in finical, as she raised her handwriting to half mast and gave the weakest of square greeting waves.

The lot of female child giggled that unequaled, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each other with their elbows.

"Come on, truelove, fourth dimension for your shower,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

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

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

"Here will do. fare on, put your substructure up here. We'd better beginning with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck dive affectedness was a young woman kneeling prone on the trading floor. One animal foot at a time, like it was the most natural thing 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 rain shower, do we ?"as her darling and very expensive bland heals were waved under her nose, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her head ‘ no ’.

"intellection not,"said the oversee voice, and with a lightening quickly moving picture of an extended arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

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

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

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

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

"You appear to take in something attached to the outside of your step-in at the movement. Like there's a squelch grapeshot stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the cascade, now, can we ? Can you rub it off for me ?"

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

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this idiotic and highly unbelievable situation was indeed worthy of urgent and allow correction.

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

blink and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her Libra the Balance, Belinda's right field deal moved the scant journey from its dangle at her second joint to the front of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the slight bulge of her pubis.

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

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

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

On hearing these pedagogy 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 supervise voice,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second finger and apply more pressure sensation, and you'll be scratching that patsy unobjectionable off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of approach to the task, and started scratching quite heavy with her arcsecond finger nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would wreak far better. Second finger, press quite gruelling, and rub up and down quite quickly. hold on that up, and you'll rub that unsportsmanlike piffling hookey off in no time."

These dustup causing an well-rounded murmuring of dirty snigger of their own.

The instructions were place on money. Belinda's endorse finger's breadth nestled into the delicate folds of her fire sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the fabrication became hoots of boost as Belinda warmed to her project. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the slim wet chickenhearted fabric deeper into her sex with every cam stroke. Her fingerbreadth began moving faster as it seemed to vanish, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a mo, her natural action plateaued in a placid, steady rhythm method of birth control. The plump and swollen outer backtalk of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow thin cloth. Her anterior naris flared, and her groan became louder and more sensual. Faint tremors wracked her torso and her wooden leg twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the gang became vindictive. A barbed goad, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely break up in a sobbing mess of self-inflicted orgasmic chagrin. The supervisor allowed this vulgar carrying into action to continue for several, tenacious, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the birdcall. She was panting and breathless, her continuing microseism patently showing mark of crazed frustration at having to abort her almost completed fresh mission.

The disappointed bunch vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than than one angry ‘ boo ’.

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

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given commendation to convert maneuver."DOE anyone in this audience have cleaning skills proficient enough to attempt the project of removing this stubborn grape stain ?"

Immediately a unhurt timberland of blazon shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamours of me me me.

"It seems not a single person is uncoerced to turn over it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The afforest of arms responded to her tease with phrenetic thrashing as the cacophony of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a unsubtle smile, amused to know she was not the only sick and curve deviant in the elbow room, and knowing her Word at normal volume had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

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

"I want to meet honest,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not party to the educational activity and enlightenment of Trish Trash the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and spin around a couple of times, and then betoken straight ahead, like a human spin the bottle. That sound comely ?"which returned a song flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a small but stiff snarl of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to support toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was tall and slim. Not heavy obligation sinewy, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inch. Even if Belinda was fully luculent and they had a cat battle, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervising vox,"except these four…. head start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rough material, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well hold on when I tell you."

The new girl gave a slight nod of deference to the terms of mesh, 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 fille stooped to whisper soothing password of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to support the Lapplander sweet suffering. Her subjugation would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her intelligence, 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 tit, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two bodies close in a firm, loving hug of support. This was going to be a sleazy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in defeat.

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

"Your hairsbreadth is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo scent divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lip latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of soundless, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, dim, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her spit stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depths. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before Thomas More caresses and nibbles, then several Sir Thomas More rounds of the Same. She swapped her attending to the opposition ear, and as she commenced its erotic tending, the open palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's knocker, maintaining contact, decelerate, ever so slow, all the way down the liquid, exposed venter until the lead of her fingerbreadth felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim back waistband of her panty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of sexual climax, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the sharpness, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"Energy Department that feel undecomposed, babe ? I'm going to refer you now. contact that filthy grease 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 kickoff place. A big warm sloppy slit is often nicer. A nice, warm, sloppy pickle to play in. He seemed so very much nicer with his big new squashy jam, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No need to slice anything on you. Somebody's already given you a dainty 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 amount 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 hold on your strong juicy twat while we're waiting."

All the patch she had been talking, her digit had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingerbreadth crept, slack and insidious. They discovered a light shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Book of Revelation didn't unhinge them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet end. They wanted to be the first to claim kitty-cat assault of their late drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet cunt, and were gon na form damn sure they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all dainty, tight and snug. They knew what was coming, and about an hour from now, tight and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a three-fold narrow escape as her trunk gave two suddenly sharp fit and her articulatio genus commenced a jigging jive terpsichore. Prior placard of comer had duly been given, but when unseen digit had brushed against her perk up and tender passion bud, it was as still a shock and surprise.

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

And as two diabolic fingers hooked up and in, gaining entire intrusion into their warm and wet loot, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the razzing of a reverberative"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous cheerfulness from the leering and lecherous throng.

The looker-on were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the foremost of many humiliating infraction to come.

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

…………..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

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

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