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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like maintenance men.

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

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

The ‘ girls'are fierce young women straight out of an American English ( Pie ) shoo-in. 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 phraseology seemed odd, and slightly fuddle, and she didn't want to make a mistake…

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the Lapp female spokesperson, as the helping hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the void wooden arm-chair positioned in front man of the desk. The owner of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing bit on an overtly big bed sheet of newspaper. Belinda assumed correctly this ma'am did not have intercourse who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of awkward silence, the articulation raised her gaze.

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

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

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

"From the way she talks on the phone. There is something going on, I'm sure of it, and I'm pretty sure it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to beat back 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 …. well, I accept you may give perceived anomalousness in her position and spoken communication patterns which have brought you to the conclusion there could be a specific reason for such alteration. However, if your verbiage is taken at face note value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone degree which lead to all personal manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the cause indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the culprit, or plural form of Saami, are not of this campus…… We have no ruffian here."

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

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

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

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

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no ruffian here. Part of our education missionary post is to educate an sympathy of the material world. We can't all be Bill Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this school is to strive to be your full, but also to bear your space in the pecking order of life history. Do you understand ?"

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

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

"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 chopper accident. Him and his tinker's damn toys. I told him not to …..…… Anyway, that's beside the point. It's just me and my Caroline. She is my just child, and I diligently monitor her welfare."

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

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

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

Annoyed, but accepting the decree, Belinda found herself following the corpus into a classroom wax of female person school-age child who were obviously in mid-session.

"I need to give our unexpected visitant a piddling demo. You'll have to indulge us for a short while."

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

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

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

"And who is an A one ?"

About ten arms shot up, and she motioned for one of them to follow 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 jumble and intrigued Belinda counted three coat of arms in the air. The principal sum pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed digit to the floor just beside her. The girl hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair pegleg and scurried to the movement of class.

"Now for your nirvana of how matter work around here,"she said at Belinda, and then, turning to the girl who had identified herself as an A one, she barked the orderliness,"landing strip ”.

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

"striptease,"the lead repeated her bark."Blouse and environ off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

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

"Sit back down at your desk ”, the principal said monotone flatly, and the girlfriend instantly complied, obviously relieved this phantasmagorical episode 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 girlfriend, the head teacher barked….."It'll have to be you, then, ,, strip."

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

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

The girl looked at the floor.

"Strip, you stupid young lady. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then sink your skirt round your mortise joint. Come on, look sharp up. All your classmates are waiting."

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

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

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

"But……"Belinda again started, and the principal immediately showed her the laurel wreath of her bridge player, which brought her into wide-cut silence.

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

With that, the girlfriend shuffled around and stood on the instructor's hot seat, then stepped up onto the table, and set herself facing her classmates.

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

Unbeknown to Belinda, the principal sum then immediately ordered the hapless girl back to her desk, and with two sharp gonorrhoea of her hands, told the class to resume as they were and get on with their report. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

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

Belinda gave a vast audible sigh, and turned away from the doorway to face the principal.

"Come on ….. Come with me… you deserve an account. And you are in schoolhouse. This is where things are explained, yes ?"the star cooed.

Despite the jar and bemusement of the Holocene epoch spectacle, Belinda relented and took a inscrutable breath and exhale, preparing to follow, mindful of her own worry as yet being unresolved.

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

Both back in their respective chairperson, 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 unfitting and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking order of life….. As for the former girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to peel 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 lessons and to demonstrate the right way and wrongly way. Of course, some girls are arduous to teach that others. It's in the factor, you see. Some people have a strong will and a creative thinker of their own. Others are as tensile as soft leather. And it's been proven these genes are passed through the multiplication. lease your girl, for instance. You say she is being bullied. I totally disagree. We have no bullies here. Just A unity, A twos, B single and B twos. From what you are saying, she is a B two, and is being influenced by one, or maybe several, A one. It is not only the instructor who teach. The lady friend help each other, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your daughter a lesson. It's partly your faulting. You know that, right ?"

"alibi me ? My daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the underworld does that solve ?"exclaimed Belinda. All this A and B lecture 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 break, 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 stark reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

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

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

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

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

"But I've just driven threescore mil to be here in mortal to quetch about my girl being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

"That is why you've got this totally damage and why you're a B two … and I'm going to turn up it. You may ingest come here to kick, but you should've realised that if you go see a schooltime principal, you're going to be taught a lesson, right ? Oh, my dearest sweet pet. You deserve everything you're going to get…."

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

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

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

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one girl to unclothe and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the sec lady friend cartoon strip. You saw her soreness. 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 breach and strip instead ….take her space …. get her off the hook ?"

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

"So you wouldn't have offered to take her place ? Your skin is thicker that hers, so you could've taken the bullet. That's what I was thinking. Don't you realise the whole exercise could've been a trial run … a challenge …. not for the girl, but for you, to see if you would offer 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 dead while from now, before leaving this school, you are going to be totally bare-buck bare. Would you believe me ?"

‘ I'd say you were going insane."

"Insane enough to give you a choice…. Strip just for me, now…. Or a niggling later, in figurehead of a unharmed bunch of students."

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

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the star as she calmly slew give a drawer and fished out a distich of cuff, before dropping them with a loud clunk on her desk."With these, your girl'?"

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

"I confiscated them …. And do you bonk where from ? …. Of course you don't…. you only surmise your girl is being bullied. wellspring that's where they were. Around your daughter's wrists as she was hugging a tree. And it wasn't at one of those conservation protests…. Oh, no…. it was right here at the very far end of campus, well out of ear-shot and sight of the schoolhouse buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time supervisory program found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past, it is pretty much a no-go zona for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big Tree trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panties around her ankle, and surrounded by several jeering classmates taking pictures. The supervisor took some photos of her own, threatened the little girl with law action, made them gift her the cuffs key, and then sent them packing. Apparently your daughter was distraught, and although she told the supervisor she was physically ok, she walked slowly and carefully back to the restrooms, waggling her ass like a duck's egg. When I interviewed her at length the next day when she'd composed herself, she admitted that she had willingly allowed herself be handcuffed in such a fashion. She didn't expect her panty to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the break I guess."

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

"It was on a need to know footing, and a quite a little is a heap. 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 want me here ?"

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

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

"Unfortunately your girl has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the true case or not. There is no way your daughter will show to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the teachings and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been subject to this in conclusion several years. It was one simple lapse of discernment on her share, I'm sealed of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"apology me ”, apologises the principal ) it will happen again."

"But I demand something be done. This was assault… and by the strait of it, sexual assault ….and it was lucky a executive program 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 scene still has evidence."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I doubt very much they would appreciate being referred to as beef to their face, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would welcome the chance to explain themselves and offer any apology or remediate any misgiving you may sustain about the motivation for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a group, their collective attrition may be all the more palpable and sincere."

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

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

"tinker's damn right I can."

"Well, I'm not sure exactly how many young lady were involved, but I'm sure the gym is free people today. There are all the usual snatch and pieces of equipment dotted around, but there should be enough elbow room to assemble all the young lady involved for when you go in and confront them."

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

"Oh, by the sound of things, this is certainly not the end of the matter. I'm sure there's much more to be said and done….. in the gym within the hour. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't mind …. I'll arrange for some girls who weren't involved in the archetype incident to observe the proceedings. There should be enough elbow room to squeeze you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with chastisement and appropriate punishment, and this would be a fine chance for them to witness monition delivered in a different style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a chance to enhance their worldly savvy comes along, and I'm certainly your offering will be an illustration to behold."

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

"Excellent…. wellspring then, before I arrange for preparations to be made in the gym and assemble all the fille, I'll escort you to the Tea room. It's much more comfortable there, with lounge and tea and coffee and a boob tube. I particularly recommend the orange succus. There's also a restroom if you feel a need to refreshen 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 brown wooden door….

"Here we are,"cooed the head teacher."In you go… Someone will follow and get you in short circuit patch. It's nice and tea cozy in here. I'm sure you'll find it suitable and feel right at home."

And as Belinda entered to lead off her delay, she noticed underneath the Tea way sign there were dull markings in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom bit used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the modest electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a dangling cup from a hook, and was about to organize herself a umber when she noticed there wasn't a kettle."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her options. She poured a small amount of money of orange juice into a glass and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in grasp of the angelical refresh predilection. She filled up the shabu and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote control but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any kind was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A small pile of magazines adorned the cardinal burnt umber board, so she rifled through to see what was on offer. about were commonplace commercial adult female's clip, but one particular leaflet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photo of a buxom female person jock in clamber mingy spandex on the front covert, and entitled,"Sweet and Sublime ”. It was too irresistible to ignore.

After an initial flick-through, she went back to page one, and started to say the text under the accompanying delineation of nubile female athletes, mostly in mid-action and many in swimwear, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of airs. But she couldn't assistance but notification they became more risqué with each turn of the pageboy, maybe 50 in total, as she took periodic sips of her juice.

‘ Full stretch and loving it'……… ‘ Help me advertise harder'…… ‘ Are my wooden leg spreading all-inclusive enough ?'

‘ I've never been so wet,'………. ‘ I'm so close.. please don't stop.'….. ‘ seed 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 miles'….… ‘ I don't care, just put it in ’.

Without realising it, the provocative poses and the suggestive wording had made Belinda bloom with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how energize she'd become. She rested the folder down on her genu for a moment to catch her breathing spell, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photo which had made the biggest impression. .. Pages 43 and 44 with its dual page spread. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the expression on the girl's face as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That side. That look. It drew her eyes like a magnet. sure, her wide-eyed spread legs were facing the tv camera and a very well defined and lewdly explicit camel-toe was blatantly on appearance through her virtually sheer wet natator. But it was the look on her cheek, her contorted expression. It was a conflate mix of exhilaration, ecstasy, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my goodness,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."Lucky beef. I wish someone would crap me experience like that,"as mindless fingerbreadth pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thigh and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her mother wit and sat back upright and re-opened Page 43 and 44. She wanted to put in that facial face in her brain, but couldn't help but hold in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an exclamation of recognition as her eyes wandered over the whole two Page double-spread. The Bikini clad infant in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle variant with her mentum on her bureau staring at the camera. The aspect of terror on her face probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite high, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into focus was her landing pad. It appeared to be a declamatory round of drinks trampoline surrounded by several, maybe twelve, bikini clad babes all of whom had their subdivision outstretched with their medal facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to view the falling girl and secure a safe landing. If she had put herself solely in those hands without the trampoline back-up, her adventure would surely take in been doomed to go bad. Then on closer inspection, the faces of the only 4 ‘ catchers'who were visible all bore an reflexion of pure evil and contempt…. their pass of being her rescuer was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and rejoice in her agony…. and yet the falling girl had an element of euphoria and blind religious belief in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's ticker thumped in her chest, and the ache in her sex became profound…

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

‘ She's falling straight into evil, twisted hands, and she just can't quit 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 declination. She jumped. Will you jump ? render 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 hazard to guide that saltation into duskiness and sports meeting with the portion you deserve. Go on, do it… Jump. 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 submit whatever they need.'

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

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"Knock, bang ”.

Belinda took in a sharp, startled intake of breathing space and panicked, frisbeeing the cartridge clip onto the coffee table.

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

Belinda sprang to her feet and her thenar hurriedly straightened the front of her wearing apparel ….

"Yep."

The former 20's slim immature girl said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't idea but I need a drinkable before we leave. This is the first-class honours degree time I've grow away from my desk this live couple of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of orange juice out from the fridge, held it in her paw for quite a long here and now, then apparently having a modification of psyche, returned it to its berth. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full glass and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the deoxyephedrine in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her succus and lay her glass in the sink. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the sight of powder magazine on the chocolate tabular array, which of course of action had"dessert and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

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

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not delicately. She was on the verge of using the wash room for various mo of self-recreation when this annoying Trish female child turned up and ruined her 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 nudge with her elbow."Some of the girls are in there now, having a workout."

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

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

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

"Sure… It's really exciting, too. When they have a tag team match, sometimes they get carried away and if the reader 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 look-alike,"said Belinda with a gulp.

…

The following corridor was long with a shiny green lino floor and lashings of footlocker along one incline. Muffled speech sound of oink and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

…

The doorway to the gym were double-swing saloon style, gravid 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 12 or so athletes jumping about and doing their affair, but none were actually wrestling.

"Goodness,"she said to herself"this station is vast. And that drowsing cow had said she'd be making organisation to fit us all in … How many was she expecting ? The eating of the five 1000 ?"

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"Can I help you ?"The baritone horn, almost manly voice from a strapping, tall 18 year old female caught Belinda and her tip-toed muse off-guard, but she couldn't help noticing the muscular, buxom physique inside her skin tight spandex body suit.

"Well, yes. I am Mrs. Felmer-Bri…….."

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

"A bit more deference from you, youth madam, if you don't mind. I'm here to meet the principal sum,"asserted Belinda, brushing the miss-speak aside.

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

"But I was told….."

"look, I know you been to the old flying lizard to quetch, but I dunno why she sent you down here …… aahhh…… unless….."The flash of enlightenment causing her to bum about her headway backwards and grin a fatuous grin."Aahhh, I get it. You aren't Chrissy's protector. You're her actual mom, right ?"

"Yes, I'm Caroline's mother. Why did you bid her Chrissy, and what do you have in mind, ‘ real'mom ?"

"Oh, we all call her Chrissy, but you are her birth female parent, right ? You're blood ?"

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

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

The strapping Danton True Young little girl reversed into one of the swing doorway and held it wide opened 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 huge hallway. There were two package rings, a basketball tribunal, a trampoline bed, and all the athletic gear you could think of…. pommel horse, balance beams, rings, hybridisation stripe, and a stock of climbing frames along one wall …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a ring of observation windows leaning in at an odd angle.

Belinda felt a handwriting pushing firmly against the belittled of her back, causing her to take respective more steps towards the centre of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the missy 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 doorway like that. Not allowed, not now we got the observation deck. The entirely downstairs standing orbit is over there, around that initiatory boxing ring,"she said, pointing further ahead,"Come on, let's go."

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

"search me, but I can soon come up 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 attending,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the thaumaturgy. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the girls saying they wouldn't intellect meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to contact them, wow. Well, the word 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 slap sent a jounce through Belinda's loins, making her rush red, reminding her she still had an aching quiver in her sex.

From her vantage in the widely, super C painted region around the first boxing-ring, she did a obtuse 360 on her heels, looking for possible side doors to this enormous student residence, and looking for star sign of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a small incline doorway burst unfastened, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each early and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

"Oh, nothing. Just checking. I suppose we should acquaint 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 come about in fits of laughter.

"Yeah, very laughable. So what are your rattling names ?"

"All in full time,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a better time, and that's a real good time,"attempting to point to the former 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 smorgasbord of emotions.

One of the young woman staggered forward, holding her abdomen with one hand, and grasped Belinda by the sleeve of her dress with the early, almost for support.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated hilarity subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to turn up. No-one could've said anything to give you a rationality to get here, we're all too nasty, man, you know ? Of form, we would've liked you to total here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the blue … it just seems so .… so .… well, easy."

"So easy. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

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

"You just said ‘ love life'…….. ‘ loves'….. is this an on-going thing ? Is that's what's happening.. ?"Belinda, panicking now."Where is Caroline. Where's my sister ?"

The three young woman looked at each other with dissemble, serious care, fingers on chins, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's amercement, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to finish the watchword as all three burst out with laugh again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll fare clean,"one of the missy spoke out, breaking the chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to take the air slowly around her."There was an ravishment, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the dress on Belinda's shoulder as she slowly walked around."A intimate assault,"said another, lightly pulling at the belt of her garb from the slope as too take the air slowly round and around."A protracted sexual assault,"said another from bottom, casually brushing her digit through the whisker on the spine of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for minute,"as a light grasp pulled on her fingers on her will 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 position of her cervix."And all night long"…."A sleepy night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you want to spend the dark ?"“ Do you want to come asleep with us ?"“ Do you need to fall asleep ?"…."Do you want to fall asleep ?"…. asked the mesmeric whisper of circling voices…. as fingers brushed lightly on the face of her neck …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm of her hand… as tender warm sassing brushed soft on her ear.. as fingerbreadth stroked lightly across the ball of her ass. The girls 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 hurry of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously rise of euphoric, inebriate, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her centre with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of perceptiveness. She snapped out of the instant with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her consistency to murder herself from the confines of the small circle of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to careen and almost fall. She regained her Libra and looked up at the little girl who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much taller than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

"But there was no need to call off 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 circles around.

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

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

The three young lady were again walking slow rotation, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's head slump down on her chin and fall flat to one slope as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A pair of arms reached around her from behind and gave a illumine hug, as titillating rim nibbled the side of her neck. The pleasant sense caused Belinda to turn over her psyche and her eye to allay open, and saw she was now in the company of five girls, with several workforce now on her, massaging and stroking and tweaking her fuzz, and wandering all over her body.

"Please …. no more,"whimpered Belinda, as the five girl crowded even closer, their consistence pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should talk more firmly, More sternly, but her mouth was dry and her breathing now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female dead body became a closely crushed leather. She was fighting to breathe and it was out of the question speak.

"Cat got your glossa, eh, you misfortunate affair ?"a voiced voice cooed from behind, the breathy Son blowing hot in her ear. From within the crush, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened mediate finger's breadth brushed back and Forth River over its erect nipple. The level medal of another helping hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right wing leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy password at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us young girl, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me sister … state me that you like this ….. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

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

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

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a gasp as she fluttered her palpebra, blindsided by the unexpected jolt. She could not consider this was happening. It felt like XX hands were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of one flat paw 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 same. You want to be her, don't you ?"whispered the soft, haunting Scripture sliding from lip caressing her ear."And you read the Holy Writ too, huh ? …. ‘ downslope into their hands, leave yourself to them, let them sustain you.'Is that what you want ? Is that what you really want ?"

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

Different vocalism started speaking in bend, mesmeric, mesmeric, haunting, the musical phrase overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. downfall into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. declivity into their manus ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would reverse up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so well-situated ….. we know you live alone … we were going to follow and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your lilliputian Chrissie ….. our little Chrissie ….. our small sissy Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish little Chrissie… we know about her blood …. your blood …. the same blood … that you're a sissy too …. a pretty slight sissy …. do you desire to be our sissy ?"….. do you desire to be our pansy ? …. do you desire to be our milksop ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a unaccented and breathtaking double over squeak. Her straits was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her midst and fast from a multitude of interpreter.

The circle of girls around her now numbered over a dozen, and growing larger by the minute as Thomas More filed in, some walking, some virtually running, uneasy to get a good spot. They knew they had her now, and she was theirs for the pickings. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her recreant, with a need to be what she soon was to become.

Their continuing subterfuge became a forthright lone spokesperson, advancing her declension 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 prospicient yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every molecule. Every opinion in her question. 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 gather with us, the girls who own your daughter ? We can make you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whimsey ... Our misfortunate carnal fun. We could own you and shame you however we please. But there'll be no turning back, and you'll be our sex striver for ever. Would you still want to come to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to amount ? Would you still want to fare ? Would you still want to come ? Because semen you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her speech of admission price were a cue, and the minute they were spoken, the crowding lap of young female person bodies seemed to drift away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unfirm after the humble inside R-2 had removed their financial backing. As she rocked on her bounder, feeling faint, feeling she may conk, words reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of prompting from all quarters…. It seemed like a one hundred voices were whispering as one, urging their demand. A uninterrupted, muted yack effecting one long single auditory sensation. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of steering cascading word over top of word.

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

It was a hypnotic, flowing stream of hypnotism she couldn't resist. She swayed as her fingers fiddled with her belted ammunition buckle until the oddment fell away. She bent down, unsteady in her equipoise, as both work force grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her lily-livered frilly panties and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem senior high school above her head. Her arms appeared to dance inside the tip-tilted dress as it floated on-high above her shoulders. With the garment now set free, she waved it around like a plug flag, before tossing it away onto the heads of the encircling throng. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as various arms reached out to prevent her close at hand fall and steer her back to the centre.

A spontaneous round of hand clapping erupted from the big Mexican valium of onlooker as her wearing apparel disappeared into the cluster of physical structure, some now looking from the pugilism ring where they had climbed in and gathered along one side.

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

The bizarre and surreal chant was totally unexpected as it met Belinda's capitulum. 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 impulse this meter. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of determined insisting. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and befuddled Department of State, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was irresistible, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a time and slipping them from her shoulder joint. The acme of the breast cupful fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the battlefront. She gently swayed as she stood with her chin on her chest, looking down at her finger as they released the tiny hook. Her rightfield bridge player pulled the lily-livered frilly garment away from her trunk and held it aloft to cheers from the multitude of charge up faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling mass and took charge of the limp xanthous 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 Sami insistent thumping drum-beat….

"Strip … strip … slip …."

Some of the miss in the nominal head row were virtually drooling with anticipation now, with those further back jostling for a practiced view. They all knew this was sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to sound off, to oversee some variety of punishment, to look for some retribution. But their underhanded ways had caused her to site her own shoe on the early foot, and now here she was, standing in only a pair of shoes and panties, and about to rifle herself naked right before their rattling middle. The standard atmosphere of anticipation was electric automobile, and many fondness were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil design were coming together and stage one was on the home base run. This was the first exciting dramatic art since they'd taken aid of that interloping, interfering Trish kick a mates of calendar week back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for various days her and her attendant and puff up vagina and lash-streaked titty and ass regretted ever going near their sacred sod. It was doubtful she'd ever gate-crash their activity again. But on the other script, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to keep off despicable torment in this neck of the woods, and the Christian Bible ‘ mercifulness'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting keep on ………….

"Strip…. airstrip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

"Where the Hades they get ‘ em from, and how the friggin'piece of ass do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and answer."This must be the tenth this year."

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



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Belinda was standing, swaying, unsteady on her base, in just her yellow panties and a duo of savorless leather shoes. Her blurred and intermittent vision surveyed the throng. The roofy of girls must've been 6 or 7 deep, but who cares, she thought to herself. The chanting wasn't words to her anymore. It was more like the stride of marching soldiers on gravel …. Chip …chip … chip….

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

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostril were on firing, and her center flew outdoors like saucers.

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

The bottleful of boxer's smelling table salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted dapple. All these female child were hooligan 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, hello,"she said at no-one in particular proposition, as she raised her hand to half mast and gave the decrepit of lame greeting waves.

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

"come on, steady, metre for your shower,"a phonation behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a lamb, and raised a human foot to engage a gradation forward.

"No, no, no,"the lone unseen vox firmly corrected."You have to get peel first."

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck prima donna pose was a girl kneeling prone on the trading floor. One ft at a prison term, like it was the most raw thing in the populace, this human footrest was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"Thought not,"said the monitor voice, and with a lightening quick movie of an run arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

The still crouching foot-stool felt a Light Within beef in her second joint, her cue to regress to being an observer.

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her sides and wearing only xanthous lace panties, you could cut the mum tautness with a knife.

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

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

"Something concerns me greatly."

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

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

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

"Mmmm,"hummed Belinda, blindly accepting that this ludicrous and highly improbable situation was indeed suitable of pressing and appropriate correction.

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

Blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to maintain her balance, Belinda's rectify hand moved the forgetful journey from its dangle at her thigh to the front of her loins. Four fingerbreadth commenced scratching at the textile which covered the slim protuberance of her pubis.

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

Belinda ‘ Mmm'ed'recognition she was slightly off aim and dropped her working class roughly one inch.

"That's about the properly topographic point, but with four fingerbreadth, you're casting too wide-a net. decoct your work to one finger."

On hearing these education the onlooking jam all sounded to be afflicted with hyper-ventilation.

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

"That's great, now you're getting it,"encouraged the oversee interpreter,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second fingerbreadth and apply more pressure, and you'll be scratching that all-day sucker pick off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of plan of attack to the labor, and started scratching quite difficult with her second base digit nail.

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

These words causing an all-round grumbling of foul snort of their own.

The instructions were dapple on money. Belinda's endorsement finger's breadth nestled into the soft folds of her randy sex through the material, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with aim.

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

The sneering laughter of the assemblage became shucks of encouragement as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the thin wet scandalmongering textile deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her finger's breadth began moving faster as it seemed to disappear, the fabric lewdly folding around to envelope this receive intruder. Within half a minute, her natural process plateaued in a unruffled, steady calendar method. The plump and tumesce tabu mouth of her now fully engorged sex were clearly seeable through the sopping wet yellow reduce material. Her nostrils flared, and her moans became louder and more carnal. Faint tremors wracked her torso and her legs twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the gang became vindictive. A mordacious spine, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely collapse in a sob mess of self-inflicted orgasmic mortification. The supervisory program allowed this vulgar performance to proceed for several, long, adrenaline-pumping minute, then bam, abruptly called transactions to a halt.

Belinda's brightly red blossom had been steadily building, spreading to her neck opening and then her breasts as her activity had clearly morphed into blatant and pressing masturbation.

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

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

"What the Inferno do retrieve you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the phonation."That damn grape stain is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a master cleansing agent to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the critical vocalization, having been given approval to change tactic."Department of Energy anyone in this audience have cleaning accomplishment technical enough to attempt the task of removing this stubborn grape vine grease ?"

Immediately a entirely forest of arms shot vertical, accompanied by raucous clamouring of me me me.

"It seems not a single someone is willing to give it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the commotion as she slowly spun on her heal, The timber of branch responded to her tease with frenzied thrashing as the cacophony of clamouring rose to deafening proportions.

"You're all freakin'animals, you know that ?"said the part with a panoptic smile, amused to know she was not the lonesome sick and twisted pervert in the way, and knowing her words at rule bulk had almost certainly gone unheard amidst the din.

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

After what was almost a full-of-the-moon bit, even the most ardent of enthusiastic Tennessean fell silent.

"I want to play fair,"her voice sincere."Who in this audience was not party to the instruction 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 crowd shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eye and spin around a couple of times, and then taper straight ahead, like a human being spin the bottle. That sound average ?"which returned a outspoken flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointment elbowed and threaded her way through a belittled but tight maze of slightly resentful and very covetous cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhanded joust was marvellous and slim down. Not heavy duty muscular, but even in her college uniform it was quite seeming she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inch. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat fight, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the supervision voice,"except these four…. Start slow …. Don't finish her off …. no rocky hooey, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well cease when I tell you."

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

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

The new lady friend stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to put up the Same sweet agony. Her conquering would be frustratingly slow.

"You've still got that horrible blight on your panty. If the shower-cleaner dame sees it, we'll all get in big trouble, so I'm here to help you get it off, ok ? I'm going to place upright behind you now to get a skillful sway, so don't be startled by my touch."

True to her word, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom bosom pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hand cupping Belinda's naked right bosom, 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 haircloth is so beautiful and smooth, and your shampoo olfactory perception divine, let me breathe it in,"

Her rim latched onto Belinda's earlobe, inflicting a series of silent, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow, top to fathom licks of its protruding curve. Her natural language stiffened and extended and probed its little and shallow depth. Gentle teeth-clamp tug on her earlobe followed, before more caresses and nibbles, then several more rounds of the Lapplander. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the open palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the bottom of Belinda's breast, maintaining liaison, slack, ever so slow up, all the way down the smooth, uncovered abdomen until the lead of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly trim waistcloth of her panties. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of coming, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of material. To be taken to the bound, and then be held back ….. the blueprint for a wide open goal.

"Does that palpate in force, babe ? I'm going to touch you now. pertain that tight stain on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunt knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the initiative seat. A big warm slipshod twat is a lot nicer. A Nice, warm, slapdash hole to wreak in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new sloppy hole, so it was a shame he had to so quickly fade away …. I'd never use my hunting tongue on you though. No motive to slit anything on you. somebody's already given you a nice big juicy slit. May I feel it ? May I feel your dent ? It's underneath that dirty stain. Sometimes those stain go away by themselves, so we could descend back to that later. See if it's gone away all by itself. It might, you know. We'll give it a while longer to see if it has. We can go over on your warmly juicy slit while we're waiting."

All the while she had been talking, her fingerbreadth had pressed into Belinda's soft abdomen at the pantie cincture creating their own niggling bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lace waistband. Then down, down those fingerbreadth crept, dense and subtle. They discovered a clean shaven mound around the time of the hunting knife, but that pleasant Revelation of Saint John the Divine didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet finish. They wanted to be the first to claim pussy violation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their loot. They've been given first dibs at an aroused, wet puss, and were gon na pass water damn surely they found their way inside. Those fingers wanted to slip into that quick and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an time of day from now, close and tea cozy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a two-base hit squeak as her torso gave two scant penetrating convulsions and her knees commenced a jigging swing saltation. Prior notice of arrival had duly been given, but when unseen fingerbreadth had brushed against her aroused and attender love bud, it was as still a cushion 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 mephistophelian digit hooked up and in, gaining full trespass into their warm and wet dirty money, the girl triumphantly declared victory with the hissing of a ring"Yes ”, which was answered with exuberant cheer from the leering and lecherous throng.

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

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

…………..

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

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

"Yes, but …."

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

"We'll be with you every pace of the way. It'll be our collective revenge you'll be dishing out to that horrible, foul bitch. Trust me, Chrissie, watching you do this will be absolutely and totally have intercourse awesome."

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