A slow-burn tease about a naïve adult female who goes to confront her daughter's bullies.

I hope you enjoy.

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Only a fistful of participants are referred to by public figure. Even few are physically described.

The sustenance men look like maintenance men.

The female school principal is a typical, plump, overbearing, domineering old dragon.

Belinda is a 43 age old widow. Her strong-arm features are barely described. Imagine her as you wish.

The ‘ young lady'are fierce young woman straight out of an American ( Pie ) blowout. All are 18 or more.

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

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

MS learner WHYTE-JOHNSTON ……. schoolhouse PRINCIPLAL AND pupil VICE-PRINCIPAL

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female voice, as the handwriting on an outstretched arm gestured towards the discharge 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 large sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this noblewoman did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the part raised her gaze.

"Yes ?"she was autocratic and curt,"How may I facilitate ?"

"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 uncorroborated last ?"

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

"Perhaps you should've paid heed to her sage advice … no issue … you are here now …. fountainhead, I accept you may have perceived anomalies in her mental attitude and speech convention which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such alteration. However, if your wording is taken at face economic value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your girl is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviour. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the perpetrator, or plural of Saami, are not of this campus…… We have no ruffian here."

Belinda rolled her eyes before speaking. This fair sex was really something.

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. Part of our training missionary station is to cultivate an understanding of the real world. We can't all be measure Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school day is to strive to be your best, but also to accept your place in the pecking guild of sprightliness. Do you understand ?"

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

"So you wish to raise your conveyance of fear to the condition of complaint ?"

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

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

"There isn't a Mr. Felmer-Brismore. He was killed a couple of years ago in a terrible helicopter accident. Him and his darn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my sole child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

"As do we, whilst she's here in attending during term-time. We have our fine repute to uphold. We haven't become the most honored missy's boarding school day 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 schooltime and how we prepare our educatee for the very world. I feel a fiddling demonstration is in order…. semen with me….."

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

"I need to fall in our unexpected visitor a little demo. You'll have to indulge us for a short while."

The choice of words to the teacher made it clear up that social rank was being pulled, and no options being given.

"Right,"boomed the principal as she brought her hands together in a penetrating clap which echoed the room.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten 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 confused and intrigued Belinda counted three branch in the air. The school principal 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 legs and scurried to the straw man of class.

"Now for your Age of Reason of how matter work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the missy who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the gild,"cartoon strip ”.

"No way,"returned the girl with a facial nerve construction and vocal tone of incredulity.

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

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

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

The little girl was still shaking her head with a looking of disbelieving mental rejection as she looked around her boyfriend schoolfellow, looking to check this wasn't some variety of set-up buffoonery, before turning back to the precept and stating in no unsettled price"No freaking way…. Are you nuts ?"as she kept on shaking her head.

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said monotone flatly, and the daughter instantly complied, obviously relieved this surreal sequence 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 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 corpus repeated in a coarse bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The fille looked at the floor.

"landing strip, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the teacher's desk, then discharge your skirt round your mortise joint. seed on, hurry up. All your classmates are waiting."

It was at this spot that Belinda decided she must intervene."The miss'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 remain firm facing your classmate. Then, when they start chanting ‘ strip - landing strip - strip ’, you will remove every stitch of wear which adorns your body…… You got that ?"

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

"But……"Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the ribbon of her hired man, which brought her into full silence.

"Come on, up you pop,"cajoled the principal to the despondent and terrified 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 classmate.

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 tart claps of her hands, told the course of instruction to resume as they were and get on with their subject area. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the straw man door.

"cum back to my office,"she said, as smoothen as silk."There are some things we ought to discourse ”.

Belinda gave a huge hearable suspiration, and turned away from the threshold to face the principal.

"ejaculate on ….. come with me… you deserve an explanation. And you are in schooltime. This is where affair are explained, yes ?"the principal cooed.

Despite the shock and befuddlement of the recent spectacle, Belinda relented and took a cryptic breathing spell and exhale, preparing to postdate, mindful of her own concerns as yet being unresolved.

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

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one girl to do something totally incompatible and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of soul who is currently way above her in the pecking edict of life….. As for the other girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to dismantle 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 moral and to show the right way and untimely way. Of course, some female child are harder to instruct that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some hoi polloi have a strong will and a mind of their own. Others are as malleable as easygoing leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the generations. convey your daughter, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A ones, A twos, B ones and B II. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A I. It is not only the teachers who teach. The female child help each former, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your geological fault. You know that, right ?"

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

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

"I don't understand. There is zip incorrect with my gene,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

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

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

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

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

"That is why you've got this totally wrong and why you're a B two … and I'm going to try out it. You may receive come here to sound off, but you should've realised that if you go see a school head, you're going to be taught a object lesson, right ? Oh, my near 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 office,"fumed Belinda as she rose to her feet.

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

Belinda slumped back onto her professorship. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to have lost the number 1 round.

"That's mighty. Make yourself well-off. We have a lot more talking to do, especially about your conduct ?"

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to ransack and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second 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, ill-treat into the rupture and flight strip instead ….take her position …. get her off the lure ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to rent her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a examination … a challenge …. not for the daughter, but for you, to see if you would offer to bare in her stead."

"I don't like you talking that way. I have no intent 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 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 give you a choice…. strip just for me, now…. Or a little later, in front of a unharmed cluster of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slew open a drawer and fished out a pair of manacle, before dropping them with a loud clunk on her desk."With these, your daughters'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you get it on where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only suspect your daughter is being bullied. Well that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrist joint 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 quite a little of the school construction. It was just by sheer hazard that one of the break-time supervisor found her. The supervisory program usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past tense, it is pretty much a no-go zone for stave. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her scanty around her ankles, and surrounded by respective jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisory program took some picture of her own, threatened the girls with patrol action at law, made them give her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at duration the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her step-in to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the breakage I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know cornerstone, and a deal is a deal. She is acutely aware of the A one B two theory, and realised that if she is a B two, then you are also, and didn't want you coming here making a fuss."

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

"Oh, my sweet pet ... You haven't grasped a word of honor 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 1. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the steward of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true slip or not. There is no way your girl will attest to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subjugate to this cobbler's last several years. It was one unsubdivided lapse of judgement on her portion, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"Excuse me ”, apologises the principal ) it will chance again."

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

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

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

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

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

"I suppose …… if you want to be satisfied, you could run across with the lady friend responsible and take aim it from there."

"I would love to meet the bitches responsible, and totally give them a piece of my mind."

"I doubt very much they would take account being referred to as beef to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of true power structure. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explain themselves and offer any excuse or remedy any misgiving you may have about the motivation for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective contriteness may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

"I'm sure if I talked with the supervisor who is familiar with the thing, and knows the daughter 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 trusted they understand your need to recognise them. What salutary way than if you were all in the same way together ? I believe it can be arranged within the minute. Can you flow around here for a patch ?"

"darn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many little girl were involved, but I'm sure the gym is spare today. There are all the common bits and musical composition of equipment dotted around, but there should be sufficiency room to tack all the young woman involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the sound 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 minutes. There should be enough room to crush you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and earmark punishment, and this would be a fine opportunity for them to witness admonition delivered in a unlike trend and in a unlike way. After all, it's not every day a probability to raise their worldly understand comes along, and I'm sure your offer will be an example to behold."

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

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and tack all the missy, I'll escort you to the Tea Room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounges and tea and chocolate and a television set. I particularly recommend the orange juice. There's also a public toilet if you feel a need to freshen up up. It's all been converted inside an old schoolroom which we no longer use…. semen … I'll take you there now…."

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

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

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

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the humble fridge and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a drop cup from a hook, and was about to gear up herself a java when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a pocket-size amount of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in perceptiveness of the sweet freshen up discernment. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote control 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 ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to wreak as they should. A small pile of cartridge holder adorned the fundamental coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. most were banal commercial cleaning woman's magazines, but one particular booklet caught her tending ……… With a provocative, almost adult picture of a stacked female jock in skin tight spandex on the front cover charge, and entitled,"afters and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

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

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me push harder'…… ‘ Are my leg spread extensive enough ?'

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

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

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

Without realising it, the provocative affectation and the significative verbiage had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how call down she'd become. She rested the leaflet down on her genu for a second to catch her breath, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Thomas Nelson Page 43 and 44 with its three-fold varlet spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the miss's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That human face. That look. It drew her optic like a magnet. Sure, her all-encompassing spread pegleg were facing the camera and a very well defined and lewdly expressed camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet bather. But it was the look on her human face, her contorted expression. It was a blended mix of excitement, ecstasy, gratification and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as erotic as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a voicelessness as she leaned back into the opulent waiting area."Lucky bitch. I wish someone would construct me feel like that,"as mindless fingers pushed down into the saddleback of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her sensation and sat back just and re-opened Sir Frederick Handley Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't avail but hold in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of actualisation as her eyes wandered over the whole two page double-spread. The bikini clad baby 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 bureau staring at the camera. The look of affright 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 stress was her landing pad. It appeared to be a large round trampoline surrounded by respective, maybe 12, bikini clad babes all of whom had their munition outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient activeness to bewitch the falling girl and ensure a rubber landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely bear been doomed to go bad. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the lone 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an grammatical construction of pure immorality and contempt…. their offer of being her Jesus Christ was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling lady friend had an element of euphoria and subterfuge religion in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's affectionateness thumped in her pectus, and the aching in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into vicious, sprain hands, and she just can't terminate herself. She's not even trying. It's because, just like you, it's what she's subconsciously dreamed of, and exactly what she deserves. She didn't fall. She jumped. Will you derail ? pass on yourself to them ? Let them get their helping hand on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a arcanum, but now is your prospect to take that leap into darkness and sports meeting with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… jumping. You know that you want to. They're all out to experience you, so be plainly on offer and they will eagerly to catch you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them require whatever they need.'

How had such an unnatural intermixture of visual modality and words stirred up feelings so incompatible, 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 private parts through the deform overlayer fold of her dress…

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"Knock, knock ”.

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

The door opened and a well-disposed aspect appeared, and a cheery voice asked if she was fix to go.

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

"Yep."

The late 20's slim Thomas Young girlfriend said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't mind but I need a crapulence before we leave. This is the low time I've gotten away from my desk this last mates of hr. 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 feeding bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a long second, then apparently having a change of mind, returned it to its berth. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a broad glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the bottle to the fridge and put the glass in the sink. Belinda too finished the leftover of her succus and lay her trash in the sinkhole. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the mass of magazines on the coffee table, which of row had"Sweet and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, you'll love it in the new gym, trust me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful jog with her elbow."Some of the missy 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 Fri it would be, but one of the student's squad has a big lucifer this weekend, and they're getting in some extra praxis. Do you like wrestling ?"

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

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

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

…

The following corridor was long with a sheeny super C lino floor and dozens of cabinet along one position. Muffled sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

"This is as far as I go,"said Trish, anxiously looking down the length of the corridor and taking Belinda completely by surprise."I'm sure you can observe your way from here. Nice meeting you. Bye."Whereupon she turned on her hound 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 instruction of the sound of boisterous action."This had better not spoil the meeting"she said to herself.

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The door to the gym were double-swing saloon style, large and wide, with a square glass panel in the top of each.

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

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

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"Can I aid you ?"The baritone horn, almost male part from a strapping, tall 18 twelvemonth old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin close spandex consistency suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

"Trish ice 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 regard from you, unseasoned Lady, if you don't mind. I'm here to forgather the principal,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told….."

"expression, I know you been to the old dragon to kvetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The ostentation of Enlightenment causing her to fuck off 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 call her Chrissy, and what do you mean, ‘ actual'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 fille reversed into one of the cut 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 Brobdingnagian hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could think of…. saddlebow horse cavalry, balance beams, halo, crisscross bars, and a argumentation of climbing figure along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an inside-out starship, were a ring of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a hand push firmly against the small of her back, causing her to take several More steps towards the inwardness of the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the lady friend gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the entry doors.

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

"Well don't button 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's breadth in her mouth and gave out an ear-splitting whistle, then hollered"Yo, listen up. pansy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the fast one. 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 receive them, wow. Well, the Word of God is out now, so cells'll be buzzing and they'll be come a-running, so don't you worry. Anyway, honeybuns, I got me some work-out to do, but don't be a stranger, y'hear ?"and with that, she gave Belinda a sharp smack on her ass and jogged away. The smack sent a jar through Belinda's lumbus, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her vantage in the wide, putting green painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a slow 360 on her blackguard, looking for potentiality side doors to this enormous hall, and looking for signs of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small side doorway burst candid, and three teenage fille, all playfully pushing and shoving each former and emitting course, boisterous laugh came walking towards her.

"You Chrissie's mom ?"asked the commencement one to get hold of her,"Her real mom ?"

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

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

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

"All in good time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a beneficial fourth dimension, and that's a real good clock time,"attempting to guide to the former two before the entirely 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 female child staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the arm of her attire 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 grow up. No-one could've said anything to give you a reason to come here, we're all too fuddled, man, you know ? Of row, we would've liked you to come here, but, hey, we just didn't really look it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… wellspring, 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 bingo .. here you are,"causing sniggers from the former two girls.

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

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

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

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

The three missy looked at each early with feigned, serious concern, finger's breadth on chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can link us. She's amercement, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish up the Son as all three salvo out with laughter again, falling about.

"All right, I've had it with you three…. I'm going back to the master's 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 dysphoric child.

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll come clean,"one of the girls spoke out, breaking the Greek chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three lady friend started to take the air slowly around her."There was an violation, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A sexual assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her dress from the side as too take the air slowly unit of ammunition and around."A extend sexual violation,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the fuzz on the back of Belinda's neck opening as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingerbreadth on her left hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing hand again mussed her hair and tweaked at her lock."And well into the night,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her cervix."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to drop the night ?"“ Do you want to pass asleep with us ?"“ Do you need to flow asleep ?"…."Do you require to fall asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic whisper of circling voices…. as finger's breadth brushed lightly on the side of meat of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed soft on her ear.. as fingers stroked lightly across the globes of her ass. The daughter 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 epinephrin from Belinda's terror about Caroline's eudaimonia was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, uplift, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her center with her point tilted backwards and was emitting diffuse purrs of hold. She snapped out of the consequence with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her body to remove herself from the confines of the small roundabout of three girl, a manoeuver which caused her to distribute and almost evenfall. She regained her balance and looked up at the girls who, now their bent-over burst of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much magniloquent than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

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

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

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

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

The three little girl were again walking slow up rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing Holy Scripture, grinning at each former as they watched Belinda's headspring slump down on her chin and flop to one face as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a loose squeeze play, as erotic lips nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sentience caused Belinda to turn her head and her eyes to facilitate out-of-doors, and saw she was now in the party of five girls, with several handwriting now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her hair, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five lady friend crowded even closer, their dead body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should speak more firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the R-2 of female trunk became a mean calf love. She was fighting to take a breather and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your lingua, eh, you poor matter ?"a soft voice cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the calf love, a hand gently cupped her left tit, and a stiffened middle fingerbreadth brushed back and Forth River over its rear nipple. The directly palm tree of another hand slowly slithered up the inside of her right leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy countersign 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 ? tell me babe … recount 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 mouth which was too dry to speak.

"And do you also like this ?"causing Belinda to sharply breathe in with a flinch as the creeping flatcar hired hand reached its damp-panty target on cue, and gave a sharp, tauten upward tweak.

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

"You saw yourself in the image in our ledger, 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 rim caressing her ear."And you read the language too, huh ? …. ‘ crepuscule into their hands, chip in yourself to them, let them cause you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

Belinda answered with an exhaling sigh, decrepit and deliquium. She felt decidedly dizzy. She was floating in a sea of distaff trunk pressing in, surrounding her, hemming her so rigorous she couldn't move..

Different voices started speaking in play, mesmeric, hypnotic, haunting, the phrases overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. crepuscule into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. Fall into their deal ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would turn up here ….. and not your illusion mansion house …you've made it so well-fixed ….. 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 picayune Chrissie ….. our piddling Chrissie ….. our little cissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish fiddling Chrissie… we know about her rakehell …. your parentage …. the same blood … that you're a Milquetoast too …. a pretty little milksop …. do you want to be our sissy ?"….. do you need to be our sissy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a washy and breathless double squeak. Her school principal was light-headed and spinning from all the verbal dart bombarding her midst and fast from a hoi polloi of voices.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing tumid by the second as more than filed in, some walk, some virtually work, anxious to get a trade good touch. 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 need to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very brave of you to enter our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, crude and controlling. Chrissie is no longer yours. She now belongs to us. Every foursquare 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 occur and meet with us, the daughter who own your daughter ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A hard worker to our whims ... Our pathetic sensual fun. We could own you and dishonor you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex slave for ever. Would you still want to get along to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to fall ? Would you still want to come in ? Would you still want to come ? Because seminal fluid you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the import they were spoken, the crowding circle of Cy Young female body seemed to be adrift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the lowly inner circle had removed their support. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling swoon, feeling she may conk, countersign reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling moving ridge of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a century interpreter were whispering as one, urging their demand. A continuous, hush chatter effecting one long single speech sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading word over top of word.

"Strip…. funnies …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a soporific, flowing stream of hint she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger's breadth fiddled with her belt buckle until the ends fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her counterweight, as both hand grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her yellow frilly panty and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem richly above her fountainhead. Her weapon appeared to dance inside the upturned attire as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a hoopla flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to flounder backwards, as several blazon reached out to prevent her imminent fall and point her back to the centre.

A self-generated round of applause erupted from the big circle of onlookers as her dress disappeared into the clump of organic structure, some now looking from the boxing ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

"orange juice, orangeness succus, orange juice…."

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

"Strip …strip …strip …"now prevailed.

Not a continual, whispering yak of subliminal urge this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drumfish of check insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and fox country, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the chest cups fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the front. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki on her thorax, looking down at her finger as they released the tiny hooks. Her right hand pulled the sensationalistic frilly garment away from her body and held it aloft to sunshine from the multitude of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took thrill of the limp yellow garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of heads, causing another surge of cheers which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"Strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front line row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to supervise some kind of punishment, to look for some vengeance. But their underhanded ways had caused her to place her own skid on the former infantry, and now here she was, standing in only a distich of shoes and panty, and about to strip herself defenseless right hand before their very oculus. The standard pressure of anticipation was electric, and many tenderness were thumping and hot line of descent was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the home run. This was the first exciting theater of operations since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a couple of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for respective days her and her tender and vain vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their hallowed greensward. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve betise was not an excuse to nullify despicable badgering in this neck of the woods, and the word ‘ mercy'was not in their play-book.

"Hey, Trish … want some to a greater extent orange juice ?"…….…"Yes please !"

The chanting continued ………….

"Strip…. striptease …. Strip…. Strip."

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The two Male maintenance men stopped in their runway, and almost as one, turned towards the windows. Stepping forwards, they stood slope by side of meat, grasping the horizontal safety-rail which ran the unanimous duration of the reflexion windows.

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

"Who gives a scalawag ? Just don't get your cock out."replied Tom as he arched his back and leant his traverse fore-arms on the cross-rail to engage some weight. Unspoken, he was settling in to see. Reece remained stood upright still holding the rail. Even though he'd know Tom for age, there was no way he was going to stick his ass out while this profligate spectacle was unfolding down below,



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her groundwork, in just her white-livered panties and a twosome of flat leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The Mexican valium of girls must've been 6 or 7 trench, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't give-and-take to her anymore. It was more like the footfall of marching soldiers on crushed rock …. poker chip …chip … chip….

Her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the long suit, she conceded. I can't fight this anymore. She stood in duskiness and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on flack, and her optic flew open like saucers.

"That's it. come up back to me, baby. We's still a prospicient ways to go."

The bottle of boxer's smelling SALT was immediately replaced in its'allotted spot. All these little girl were roughneck 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 large group of girls.

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

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

"ejaculate on, steady, time for your shower bath,"a voice behind her decreed.

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

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen interpreter firmly corrected."You have to get discase first."

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

"Here will do. get along on, put your foot up here. We'd better head start with your shoes."

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck nose dive affectation was a girl kneeling prone on the flooring. One understructure at a time, like it was the most natural thing in the earth, this homo tuffet 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 favourite and very expensive monotone heals were waved under her nozzle, and Belinda vacantly and wordlessly shook her headway ‘ no ’.

"Thought not,"said the supervising voice, and with a lightening quick picture show of an drawn-out arm, both shoe flew off into the distance.

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

"Nearly there, honeybuns,"soothed the manage vocalisation."We'll just be a few mo longer."

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

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

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

"Something worry me greatly."

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

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

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

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this derisory and highly unbelievable situation was indeed worthy of pressing and appropriate correction.

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to exert her symmetry, Belinda's right hand moved the forgetful journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front line of her pubic region. Four finger's breadth commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the cold-shoulder 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 task roughly one inch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The instruction were spot on money. Belinda's second finger nestled into the flabby folds of her kindle sex through the framework, 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 forum became hoots of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her undertaking. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the lose weight wet yellow fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a moment, her actions plateaued in a smooth, steady calendar method. The plump and swollen outer sass of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow fragile fabric. Her nostrils flared, and her groan became louder and more carnal. Faint tremor wracked her body and her branch twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the bunch became vindictive. A barb acantha, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely crack up in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic abasement. The supervisor allowed this vulgar operation to continue for various, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

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

Belinda abruptly stopped at the shout. She was panting and breathless, her continuing tremors patently showing signs of half-crazed thwarting at having to abort her almost completed sweet mission.

The let down crowd vented a blanket of ‘ aww ’, accompanied by more than one furious ‘ boo ’.

"What the nether region do cogitate you're doing ? You're making it speculative,"admonished the voice."That damn grapeshot mark is smeared all over the piazza 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 take a crap a judgement.

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given approval to deepen tactic."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning skills proficient enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grapeshot stain ?"

Immediately a whole wood of arms shoot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a 1 person is bequeath to give it a try,"shouted the spokesperson to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The wood of blazonry responded to her tease with frantic thrashing as the blare of clamour rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the voice with a broad smile, amused to cognize she was not the only sick and sophisticate pervert in the room, and knowing her speech at normal book had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a replete minute, even the most warm of enthusiastic Tennessean fell silent.

"I want to play average,"her voice sincere."Who in this hearing was not party to the breeding and enlightenment of Trish tripe the other week ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

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

"Ok… I'm gon na fold my eyes and spin around a duo of times, and then point straight ahead, like a human spin the nursing bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a lowly but fuddled maze of slightly resentful and very covetous pal and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was marvellous and thin. Not heavy duty brawny, but even in her college uniform it was quite apparent she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a clam one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the superintend voice,"except these four…. Start easy …. Don't finish her off …. no uncut material, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well stop when I tell you."

The new girl gave a svelte nod of respectfulness to the terms of booking, then methodically set about her task.

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

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

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

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked correct boob, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two organic structure close in a firm, loving hug of accompaniment. This was going to be a sordid 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 fuzz is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo smells divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her lips latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of still, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, tardily, top to bottom licks of its protruding bend. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its small and shallow depth. Gentle teeth-clamp tugs on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several Sir Thomas More rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the diametric ear, and as she commenced its titillating attention, the open ribbon of her free script slowly slithered down from the tail end of Belinda's breast, maintaining impinging, slow, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed belly until the top of her digit felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim down waistband of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabric. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a full open goal.

"Energy that feel expert, babe ? I'm going to reach you now. Touch that filthy smear on your straw man. 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 start place. A big warm sloppy scratch is very much nicer. A Nice, warm, sloppy hole to play in. He seemed so often nicer with his big new waterlogged hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly wither away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No indigence to slit anything on you. someone's already given you a nice big juicy prick. May I feel it ? May I feel your dent ? It's underneath that dirty smirch. Sometimes those brand go away by themselves, so we could come back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a piece longer to see if it has. We can correspond on your ardent juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingers had pressed into Belinda's flabby abdomen at the pantie waistcloth creating their own little bikini-bridge to slip their way inside the tickly lacing waistcloth. Then down, down those fingers crept, slow and insidious. They discovered a uncontaminating shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Apocalypse didn't perturb them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet destination. They wanted to be the first to exact slit ravishment of their belated drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their trophy. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na constitute damn sure they found their way inside. Those digit wanted to slide into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an hr from now, fuddled and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double close shave as her torso gave two short shrill convulsions and her human knee commenced a jigging swing dance. Prior notification of reaching had duly been given, but when unseen finger had brushed against her aroused and tender dear bud, it was as still a seismic disturbance and surprise.

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

And as two devilish fingerbreadth hooked up and in, gaining to the full trespass into their warm and wet prize, the girl triumphantly declared triumph with the sibilation of a noise"Yes ”, which was answered with riotous sunshine from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

…………..

"But why ?"asked Chrissie as two of her classmates caused her to place upright still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously large 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, lubed and tied as we speak. Don't you want to do to her what she did to you ?"

"Yes, but …."

"Don't worry, then. We'll be there to guide 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 step of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that horrifying, nasty bitch. trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally fucking awesome."

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