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

I hope you enjoy.

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

The maintenance men look like maintenance men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sit, sit ”, instructed the same female vox, as the hand on an outstretched arm gestured towards the evacuate wooden arm-chair positioned in front of the desk. The proprietor of the voice had not looked up from apparently writing issue on an overtly big sheet of paper. Belinda assumed correctly this lady did not know who her visitor was. After what seemed like an eternity of clumsy silence, the voice raised her gaze.

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

"My girl 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 enough it's bullying. Then when I suggested I'd like to force up here during condition 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 affair … you are here now …. well, I accept you may suffer perceived anomalies in her posture and spoken communication patterns which have brought you to the close there could be a specific reason for such modification. However, if your diction is taken at face economic value, you have no evidence of what the said reason may be. Your daughter is on the cusp of womanhood and has rapidly changing hormone levels which lead to all manner of unpredictable and irrational behaviours. However, should the causal agent indeed be traced back to being bullied, I assure you that the culprit, or plural of same, are not of this campus…… We have no bullies here."

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

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

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

"Call me Belinda ”. Belinda interjected, mostly out of drug abuse, but immediately regretted the concession.

‘ I reiterate …. Belinda ….. we have no bullies here. Part of our training delegation is to work an intellect of the existent worldly concern. We can't all be card Gates or Marie Currie or Margaret Thatcher…. The ethos of this shoal is to reach to be your respectable, but also to accept your plaza in the pecking order of life. Do you sympathize ?"

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

"So you wish to raise your conveyance of worry to the status of complaint ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I need to impart our unexpected visitant a piddling demonstration. You'll have to indulge us for a short-change while."

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

"Right,"boomed the head as she brought her hands together in a knifelike blast which echoed the room.

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

"And who is an A one ?"

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

"Who is an A two ?"

About another ten arms momentarily shot up.

"Who is a B one ?"

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

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

A very confused and connive Belinda counted three subdivision in the air. The principal pointed at one and bellowed"Get yourself here,"as she redirected her pointed digit to the storey just beside her. The young woman hurriedly hoisted herself upright with a scrapping of chair legs and scurried to the front of class.

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

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

"Strip,"the corpus repeated her bark."Blouse and skirt off now. …. DO IT…"

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

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

The girl was still shaking her header with a look of disbelieving disbelief as she looked around her fellow classmates, looking to check this wasn't some kind of set-up antic, before turning back to the principle and stating in no uncertain full term"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 young lady 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 faze and shivering girl, the star barked….."It'll have to be you, then, ,, strip."

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

"Strip."The principal repeated in a harsh bark worthy of a drill sergeant.

The miss looked at the floor.

"striptease, you stupid girl. Take off your blouse, lay it on the instructor's desk, then drop your skirt round down your ankles. Come on, hurry up. All your schoolmate are waiting."

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

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

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

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

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

With that, the young lady shuffled around and stood on the instructor's president, then stepped up onto the table, and set herself facing her classmates.

It was at this breaker 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 shrill claps of her hands, told the stratum to summarize as they were and get on with their cogitation. She then chased after Belinda, catching her in the foyer before she walked out of the front door.

"come back to my office,"she said, as shine as silk."There are some matter we ought to talk over ”.

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't you see what just happened there ? I asked one young woman to do something totally inappropriate and unacceptable, and she emphatically said ‘ no ’, despite having to defy the behest of someone who is currently way above her in the pecking orderliness of life….. As for the early girl …. I think I could've persuaded her to strip naked and run down the high-street if I really wanted. She obviously has a lot to learn… but that is what we are here to do…. instruct lessons and to exhibit the right way and amiss way. Of course of instruction, some daughter are harder to instruct that others. It's in the genes, you see. Some people have a inviolable will and a mind of their own. Others are as pliable as soft leather. And it's been proven these cistron are passed through the generations. Take 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 twos. 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 instructor who teach. The girls help each early, and it seems to me that an A one, or maybe more, have been teaching your girl a example. It's partly your flaw. You know that, right ?"

"Excuse me ? My daughter being bullied is my fault ? How the blaze does that wreak ?"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 geological fault, because you can not be held responsible for deliberately passing on your low ranking genes. It's that simple. Maybe someone has given your girl an extra-curricular desolate reality-check as to where she'll end up it she doesn't take notice in class."

"I don't understand. There is nothing unseasonable with my gene,"Belinda stated, confused and irritated.

"fountainhead it's been patently obviously to me from the very indorsement you walked into my berth 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 farm animal ? Are you saying what I think you're saying, and calling me stupefied ?"

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

"But I've just driven LX sea mile to be here in soul to kick about my daughter being bullied. Isn't that assertive enough ?"

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

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

"And what of your daughter ? You know this is the in force schooltime in the county, and despite her recent result, we both know that if she stays the course of instruction, she will result here with model making. 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 chair. She'd just been talked down to, and seemed to have lost the showtime round.

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

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

"In the classroom before, when I asked one female child to rifle and she firmly refused, so I demanded that the second base lady friend 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 cease my inappropriate and possibly illegal hectoring ? Or were you considering you could … indeed … should, step into the severance and strip show instead ….take her berth …. get her off the hook ?"

"I was thinking no such thing. The miserable wretch was about to have a nervous breakdown."

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

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

"None of my visitors come here intending to strip, but many end up doing exactly that….. What if I told you that, in a brusque while from now, before leaving this schooltime, 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 small later, in front of a unanimous bunch of students."

"That's it …. you really are insane,"stormed Belinda as she stood up to lay down her parting."You've lost the game and need locking up."

"Locking up with what ?"oozed the principal as she calmly slid open a drawer and fished out a pair 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 ass. Few people have actually seen the real McCoy heavy duty, lustrous chrome, prison handcuffs up close, and it usually comes as a shock. They certainly grabbed Belinda's attention.

"I confiscated them …. And do you lie with where from ? …. Of grade you don't…. you only surmise your girl is being bullied. well 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 hatful of the schoolhouse buildings. It was just by sheer chance that one of the break-time executive program found her. The supervisors usually don't go down there. Due to some very unsavoury incidents in the past times, it is pretty a lot a no-go zone for staff. Well, there she was… hugging a big tree diagram trunk, wrists cuffed together, still fully clothed, but with her panty around her ankles, and surrounded by several jeering class fellow taking pictures. The executive program took some photograph of her own, threatened the young woman with police activeness, made them yield 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 toilet facility, waggling her ass like a duck. When I interviewed her at distance 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 panties to be dragged down her legs, or her sex to be interfered with, but them's the gap 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 sight. 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 need me here ?"

"Oh, my seraphic 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 ones. You don't stand a chance."

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

"Unfortunately your daughter has admitted to being the custodian of these highly illegal hand-cuffs, whether that be the on-key case or not. There is no way your daughter will testify to any wrong-doing. It goes against all the commandment and, dare I say it, moulding, she has been issue to this finish various years. It was one childlike backsliding of discernment on her part, I'm certain of it, and I doubt it will ( cough, cough,"apology me ”, apologises the principal ) it will pass off again."

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

"Unfortunately those picture show seem to have gone astray. The executive program swears she still had her camera when she entered the gym the next day, but it must birth fallen from her sac when she became involved in some animated natural action. And as for being an eye witness, well, it would be her Good Book against those of several others."

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

"We -- -ell,"responded the rule 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 cunt responsible, and totally ease up them a while of my mind."

"I doubt very practically they would prize being referred to as kick to their boldness, Belinda. I imaging they see themselves as self-appointed guardians of rightful hierarchy. Be that as it may, I'm sure they would receive the opportunity to explicate themselves and offer any apologies or rectify any misgiving you may have about the motivations for their actions. Maybe if they were held accountable as a grouping, their collective contriteness may be all the more palpable and sincere."

"Well I don't know about all that. I just want to cognise 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 make them all together in one room. And I can honestly say this, Belinda, having done what they did to your daughter, I'm sure they understand your pauperism to bonk them. What salutary way than if you were all in the Saame way together ? I believe it can be arranged within the hour. Can you hang around here for a piece ?"

"Damn right I can."

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

"commodity. I'm not having them restrain and plague my daughter 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 hr. Oh, and here's a thought…. I assume you won't judgment …. I'll arrange for some missy who weren't involved in the master incident to follow the proceedings. There should be decent elbow room to squelch you all in. You see, it is usually I, and I alone, who deals with castigation and appropriate penalization, and this would be a delicately chance for them to see admonition delivered in a different style and in a different way. After all, it's not every day a luck to enhance their blase understanding comes along, and I'm sure enough your offer will be an example to behold."

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

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

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

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

And as Belinda entered to start up her postponement, she noticed underneath the Tea way sign there were dull scoring in the wood-stain where the old schoolroom phone number used to be….

B 5 only

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Belinda opened the lowly electric refrigerator and was pleasantly surprised to see it was quite well stocked. She plucked a suspension cup from a hook, and was about to prepare herself a coffee when she noticed there wasn't a tympanum."Mmmm"she pondered and considered her choice. She poured a modest amount of Orange River juice into a chicken feed and had a sip."Mmmm"she hummed again in grasp of the scented freshen up sense of taste. She filled up the glass and looked around. Her gaze located the television remote but left it where it lay. Her emotions were too stirred to consider watching TV, and besides, electronic apparatus of any sort was not her ‘ affair ’, and she could never get them to work as they should. A minuscule slew of cartridge clip adorned the central coffee table, so she rifled through to see what was on crack. Most were old-hat commercial women's powder magazine, but one particular booklet caught her attention ……… With a provocative, almost pornographic photograph of a buxom female athlete in cutis tight spandex on the front cover, 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 read the text under the accompanying picture show of nubile female person athlete, mostly in mid-action and many in swimming costume, as they somersaulted, dived, jumped, cycled and bounced in a multitude of airs. But she couldn't help but card they became more risqué with each bout of the Sir Frederick Handley Page, maybe 50 in amount, as she took episodic sips of her juice.

‘ full stint and loving it'……… ‘ Help me crowd harder'…… ‘ Are my pegleg fan out wide enough ?'

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

‘ My bus 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 international nautical mile'….… ‘ I don't care, just put it in ’.

Without realising it, the provocative pose and the suggestive wording had made Belinda flush with an inappropriate glow…."Oh, gosh ”, she breathed out loud, suddenly feeling how aroused she'd become. She rested the booklet down on her stifle for a moment to see her hint, but then couldn't resist flicking back through to find the photograph which had made the bighearted impression. .. Page 43 and 44 with its dual pageboy gap. She didn't realise the subliminal symbolism at first. She had been focusing on the grammatical construction on the daughter's brass as she seemed to be suspended mid-air. That case. That look. It drew her centre like a magnet. Sure, her wide spread ramification were facing the television camera and a very well defined and lewdly denotative camel-toe was blatantly on show through her virtually sheer wet swimmers. But it was the look on her face, her contorted verbalism. It was a blended mix of exhilaration, XTC, satisfaction and unmitigated terror. It was every bit as titillating as the camel-toe."Oh my good,"Belinda breathed, the words barely a whisper as she leaned back into the sumptuous lounge."prosperous squawk. I wish someone would create me feel like that,"as vacuous fingers pushed down into the saddle of dress overlaying her thighs and briefly massaged the ache in her sex. She came to her senses and sat back upright and re-opened Thomas Nelson Page 43 and 44. She wanted to store that facial expression in her brain, but couldn't avail but choose in the entire scene.

"Ohh…."an ecphonesis of realisation as her eyes wandered over the unanimous two page double-spread. The bikini clad sister in mid-air was tilted far backwards in free-fall, almost like she was on her back in spread-eagle shape with her chin on her chest of drawers staring at the tv camera. The looking of terror on her fount probably arose because it seemed she was falling from quite richly, like she had jumped off a balcony, perhaps. But what now came into centering was her landing pad. It appeared to be a prominent rhythm trampoline surrounded by several, maybe dozen, bikini clad babes all of whom had their arms outstretched with their palms facing upwards as if that would be sufficient action to catch the falling young lady and guarantee a prophylactic landing. If she had put herself solely in those hired man without the trampoline back-up, her dangerous undertaking would surely have been doomed to neglect. Then on tightlipped inspection, the faces of the simply 4 ‘ catcher'who were visible all bore an face of pure evilness and contempt…. their offering of being her Jesus was bogus… like they wanted her to fail and wallow in her agony…. and yet the falling young lady had an factor of euphoria and blind organized religion in her expression….. she thought she was safe….. but she wasn't, and didn't know…. Belinda's kernel thumped in her chest, and the aching 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 mixing of treachery, exhilaration and terror, combined with the accompanying text caused her condition ? It was a motion she couldn't solvent. She re-read the textbook : -

‘ She's falling straight into wickedness, wrestle hands, and she just can't break off 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 twilight. She jumped. Will you jump ? Give yourself to them ? Let them get their bridge player on you ? I think you want to. You've kept it a underground, but now is your chance to take that leap into iniquity and meet with the fate you deserve. Go on, do it… leap. You know that you want to. They're all out to experience you, so be plainly on offering and they will eagerly to snaffle you. Then let them all use you however they will and let them take whatever they need.'

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

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"Knock, knocking ”.

Belinda took in a acutely, startled ingestion of hint and panicked, frisbeeing the magazine onto the coffee tree table.

The doorway opened and a well-disposed face appeared, and a sunny phonation asked if she was ready to go.

Belinda sprang to her human foot and her palms hurriedly straightened the movement of her wearing apparel ….

"Yep."

The late 20's slim Loretta Young missy said,"I'm Trish, by the way. I hope you don't creative thinker but I need a drink before we leave. This is the first meter I've nonplus away from my desk this last couple of hours. I hope you helped yourself to a drink."

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

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

"Sure,"said Belinda as Trish lifted the half-full bottle of Orange succus out from the fridge, held it in her hand for quite a foresightful moment, then apparently having a change of brain, returned it to its place. She then reached in for the spring-water, poured herself almost a full meth and quickly gulped it down, then returned the feeding bottle to the fridge and put the shabu in the sink. Belinda too finished the remnants of her succus and lay her glass in the sump. But there was no mistaking Trish's lingering stare at the pot of cartridge holder on the coffee table, which of trend had"dessert and Sublime"laying on top.

Belinda felt herself blush.

"want the toilet facility before we go ?"Trish politely enquired.

"I'm fine,"replied Belinda, when indeed she was not fine. She was on the scepter of using the comfort station for several arcminute of self-recreation when this annoying Trish miss turned up and ruined her plans.

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

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

"Oh, you'll beloved it in the new gym, trust me,"as Trish gave Belinda a playful nudge with her elbow."Some of the lady friend 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 educatee's teams has a big match this weekend, and they're getting in some excess practice. Do you like wrestling ?"

"grapple ?"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 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 image,"said Belinda with a gulp.

…

The future corridor was long with a shiny green lino floor and dozen of storage locker along one position. repress sounds of grunts and squeals were coming from the far end.

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

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

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The doorway to the gym were double-swing saloon expressive style, enceinte and wide, with a square drinking 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 thing, but none were actually wrestling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But I was told….."

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

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

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

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

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

The strapping young girl reversed into one of the golf shot room access and held it extensive open with her back.

"Come on in, don't be shy. We don't…"she paused…"well actually, we do, but you should be ok."

Belinda shuffled in, her head swivelling this-way and that, drinking in the vast hall. There were two boxing rings, a basketball court, a trampoline bed, and all the acrobatic gear you could suppose of…. pommel horses, balance balance beam, rings, cross parallel bars, and a line of climbing material body along one paries …. the lot. And overhead, looking like an wrong-side-out spaceship, were a closed chain of observation window leaning in at an odd slant.

Belinda felt a hand get-up-and-go firmly against the modest of her cover, causing her to take respective Thomas More tone towards the centre of the hall."Hey ”, she protested, but the girlfriend gave her another shove, and Belinda was now quite far from the introduction 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 pack of cards. The solely downstairs standing area is over there, around that get-go boxing closed chain,"she said, pointing further ahead,"ejaculate on, let's go."

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

"search me, but I can soon find out…"whereupon she put two finger in her back talk and gave out an ear-splitting whistling, then hollered"Yo, listen up. Sissy Chrissie's mom's here and wants some attention,"then continued at Belinda,"That should do the magic. I don't know much about it, but I've heard a few of the young woman saying they wouldn't creative thinker meeting up with you, and then, bam, here you are, apparently dying to run across them, wow. Well, the intelligence 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 sapidity on her ass and jogged away. The smacking sent a jolt through Belinda's loin, making her flush red, reminding her she still had an aching tingle in her sex.

From her advantage in the extensive, green painted area around the first boxing-ring, she did a ho-hum 360 on her dog, looking for potential position threshold to this enormous entrance hall, and looking for house of anyone walking her way.

Suddenly, a minor side threshold outburst open, and three teenage girls, all playfully pushing and shoving each other and emitting course, boisterous laughter came walking towards her.

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

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

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

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

"All in good meter,"said the still laughing girl, again tapping herself on the chest,"and that's a skillful fourth dimension, and that's a substantial good fourth dimension,"attempting to point to the other two before the unscathed three were again overtaken by convulsing hysterics.

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"she conceded, her animated mirth subsiding."We're all sorry. But we didn't expect you to ferment up. No-one could've said anything to give you a grounds to get along here, we're all too tight, man, you know ? Of course, we would've liked you to fall here, but, hey, we just didn't really expect it. And then you turning up out of the wild blue yonder … it just seems so .… so .… wellspring, easy."

"So leisurely. What are you on about ?"

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

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

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

"Don't you sass me, untried lady. There was an assault, and I want names and faces,"then the wording 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 babe ?"

The three missy looked at each other with feigned, grave concern, fingers on chin, then one of them spoke."I doubt she can join us. She's fine, honestly, she's fine, but probably just a bit tied up somewhe………."Unable to end up the intelligence as all three volley out with laughter again, falling about.

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

"No, no, no …ok … ok… we're sorry, we'll seminal fluid clean,"one of the missy spoke out, breaking the Greek chorus of humming ‘ coos ’, as all three girls started to walk slowly around her."There was an assault, yes,"said one, nonchalantly plucking at the wearing apparel 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 walk slowly beat and around."A drawn-out intimate violation,"said another from behind, casually brushing her fingers through the pilus on the back of Belinda's neck as she walked by."Which means it went on for hours,"as a light grip pulled on her fingers on her leave behind hand as she too walked around."And again the next day,"as a passing bridge player again mussed her haircloth and tweaked at her ignition lock."And well into the Nox,"was breathed in her ear as finger-nails brushed lightly on the side of her neck."And all night long"…."A sleepy-eyed night long"…."Sleeping in the night."…."Soft sleep."…"Warm sleep."…."Do you desire to spend the night ?"“ Do you want to fall asleep with us ?"“ Do you need to diminish asleep ?"…."Do you need to diminish asleep ?"…. asked the hypnotic rustling of circling voices…. as finger brushed lightly on the slope of her cervix …. as fingernails lightly traced on the palm tree of her hand… as tender warm lips brushed delicate on her ear.. as fingerbreadth stroked lightly across the Earth of her ass. The girls had been walking around and around, touching her, stroking her. Belinda's gaze followed them as they passed, her mind sloshing back and forth.

The boot of adrenaline from Belinda's panic about Caroline's welfare was quickly subsiding, replaced by an insidiously acclivity of euphoric, elate, light-headedness as she warmed to their seductive ministrations, when she suddenly realised she'd closed her eyes with her head tilted backwards and was emitting soft purrs of admiration. She snapped out of the instant with a,"Hey, hey, hey,"and twisted her trunk to remove herself from the confines of the small lot of three girls, a manoeuver which caused her to swag and almost declivity. She regained her balance and looked up at the lady friend who, now their bent-over fits of laughter had subsided, suddenly seemed to be much grandiloquent than her.

"That's enough."Belinda squawked.

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

"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 round around.

"Your skin is so easygoing,"as massaging finger's breadth gently worked the nape of her neck.

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

The three girls were again walking slow rotations, pampering … stroking … whispering soothing words, grinning at each other as they watched Belinda's oral sex slump down on her chin and flop to one side as her eyelids fluttered and closed.

A twosome of arms reached around her from bum and gave a swooning squeeze, as erotic back talk nibbled the face of her cervix. The pleasant maven caused Belinda to sprain her head and her middle to relieve open, and saw she was now in the company of five little girl, 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 girls crowded even closer, their body pushing in, enveloping her, encasing her. She was well and truly surrounded. She knew she should verbalize more than firmly, more sternly, but her mouth was dry and her respiration now laboured and rasping. She felt she was burning as the circle of female person body became a taut calf love. She was fighting to breathe and it was impossible speak.

"Cat got your tongue, eh, you poor thing ?"a indulgent vocalisation cooed from behind, the breathy words blowing hot in her ear. From within the puppy love, a hand gently cupped her left breast, and a stiffened middle finger brushed back and forth over its erect nipple. The flat laurel wreath of another hand slowly slithered up the interior of her right hand leg."What's it gon na find when it gets there ?"taunted the hot breathy word of honor at her ear."We saw you reading our book…. looking at the pictures…. touching yourself …. you like us new little girl, don't you ? … and you like it when we touch you, huh ? Tell me infant … tell me that you like this ….. tell me that you like this ….tell me that you like this."

"Yes,"exhaled Belinda, barely hearable, 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 inspire with a flinch as the creeping flat deal reached its damp-panty prey on cue, and gave a sharply, firm upward tweak.

"Yes,"Belinda replied with a pant as she fluttered her eyelid, blindsided by the unexpected saccade. She could not believe this was happening. It felt like twenty dollar bill paw were touching and caressing her body all at once, and the side of one flat helping hand pressing a wedgie up at her crotch.

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

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

Different vocalism started speaking in turning, mesmerizing, hypnotic, haunting, the idiom overlapping.

"Let yourself fall ……. dip into their lap ….… Let them all take you …. You know that you want to …. dip into their work force ….. You know that you want to …. But who would've guessed …. That you would deform up here ….. and not your fancy mansion …you've made it so gentle ….. we know you live alone … we were going to come and get you…… but now you've turned up here …….you've made it all so easy …. just like your piddling Chrissie ….. our picayune Chrissie ….. our picayune milksop Chrissie ……. our pretty sissy Chrissie ….. she's our Chrissie now … our slavish niggling Chrissie… we know about her stemma …. your blood …. the same blood line … that you're a Milquetoast too …. a pretty little sissy …. do you want to be our sissy ?"….. do you need to be our pansy ? …. do you want to be our sissy ?

"Yes .. Yes ”, answered Belinda with a faint and breathless double squeak. Her head was dizzy and spinning from all the verbal darts bombarding her thick and fasting from a multitude of voices.

The roundabout of female child around her now numbered over a 12, and growing larger by the mo as to a greater extent 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 taking. But that was not their way. They wanted to rub her nose in. They want her poltroon, with a demand to be what she soon was to become.

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

"It was very courageous of you to accede our den of vipers and sin. We are all evil here. Debauched and depraved, petroleum and controlling. Chrissie is no thirster yours. She now belongs to us. Every square inch. Every mote. Every intellection 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 amount and meet with us, the girl who own your daughter ? We can name you our slave too. Our sex slave… A slave to our whims ... Our hapless 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 slave for ever. Would you still want to come in to us ? Knowing what you know, would you still want to come ? Would you still want to hail ? Would you still want to derive ? Because cum you have, and here you are."

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

It was as if her words of admission were a cue, and the minute they were spoken, the crowding circle of young female person trunk seemed to cast away as they all shuffled back, leaving Belinda swaying and unsteady after the smaller inner rophy had removed their support. As she rocked on her heel, feeling deliquium, feeling she may conk, Word reached her ears. Not a chant, but subtle, tumbling wave of suggestion from all quarters…. It seemed like a 100 representative were whispering as one, urging their need. A continuous, pipe down chatter effecting one long unmarried sound. Mesmeric. Pervasive. A whispering breeze of guidance cascading parole over top of word.

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

It was a mesmeric, flowing current of hint she couldn't resist. She swayed as her finger fiddled with her belt buckle until the remnant fell away. She bent down, unfirm in her balance, as both hands grasped the hem of her dress. The hem rose, exposing her white-livered frilly step-in and then her matching bra as she hoisted the hem mellow above her mind. Her arms appeared to trip the light fantastic toe inside the upturned clothes 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 head of the encircling multitude. The action caused her to stagger backwards, as several coat of arms reached out to prevent her close at hand crepuscle and steer her vertebral column to the centre.

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

"Orange juice, orange tree juice, orange 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 yak of subliminal impulse this time. It was a hand-clapping, foot-stomping drum of watch insistence. In Belinda's increasingly compliant and bemused state, the resolute drum-beat of solicitation was resistless, and she couldn't prevent her fingers sliding under her bra straps one at a metre and slipping them from her shoulders. The tops of the titty cupful fell away, and she swivelled the clasp to the figurehead. She gently swayed as she stood with her Kuki-Chin on her chest, looking down at her digit as they released the tiny hooks. Her proper handwriting pulled the yellow frilly garment away from her organic structure and held it aloft to cheers from the throng of excited faces. A random arm reached out from the jostling great deal and took mission of the hitch yellowness garment, throwing it up and away over the sea of chief, causing another upsurge of sunniness which drowned out the petering chanting.

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

"strip … strip … strip …."

Some of the girls in the front man row were virtually drooling with prediction now, with those foster back jostling for a better view. They all knew this was Sissy Chrissy's mom. She'd come here to complain, to supervise some form of punishment, to seek some vengeance. But their underhand ways had caused her to site her own shoe on the other foundation, and now here she was, standing in only a duo of shoes and pantie, and about to strip herself naked right before their selfsame eyes. The standard pressure of anticipation was electric, and many hearts were thumping and hot blood was pumping. Their evil plans were coming together and stage one was on the home base run. This was the 1st exciting field since they'd taken care of that interloping, interfering Trish bitch a twain of weeks back. She'd interrupted their fun, but for several 24-hour interval her and her cutter and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sanctified greensward. It was tentative she'd ever gate-crash their natural action again. But on the former hand, she was a B two, so anything was potential. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable anguish in this neck of the Ellen Price Wood, and the Book ‘ clemency'was not in their play-book.

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

The chanting continue ………….

"Strip…. Strip …. Strip…. Strip."

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

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

"Where the Inferno they get ‘ em from, and how the friggin'fucking do they get away with it ?"asked Reece, not expecting and answer."This must be the ten percent this year."

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



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

Her eyelids were as heavy as jumper cable, and she allowed them to close. I haven't the strength, she conceded. I can't combat this anymore. She stood in iniquity and swayed.

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

Suddenly it felt like her nostrils were on fire, and her eyes flew undefended like saucers.

"That's it. hail back to me, baby. We's still a farseeing path to go."

The bottle of boxer's smelling salt was immediately replaced in its'allotted smear. All these girls were ruffian 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 chemical group of miss.

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

The circle of girls giggled that unparalleled, girly-group giggle, and were knowingly nudging each former with their elbows.

"seed on, truelove, time for your shower,"a part behind her decreed.

"Oh, ok,"answered Belinda, as meek as a lamb, and raised a foot to assume a dance step forward.

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

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

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

Belinda looked down, and crouched down before her in a pin-tuck diva pose was a girl kneeling prone on the storey. One foot at a time, like it was the most natural affair in the humankind, this human tuffet was used, and Belinda now stood in bare feet.

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

"cerebration not,"said the oversight voice, and with a lightening quick motion picture of an extended arm, both shoes flew off into the distance.

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

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

As Belinda stood swaying with her arms at her incline and wearing only jaundiced lace pantie, you could cut the unsounded tension with a knife.

"Belinda,"the interpreter spoke up quite brusquely to seize her attention and signal a decree may be next.

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

"Something vexation me greatly."

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

"You appear to have got something attached to the outside of your scanty at the social movement. Like there's a squelch grapeshot stuck there or something. We can't have contaminants in the shower, now, can we ? Can you scratch it off for me ?"

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

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

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

blinking and briefly glancing down, then staring straight ahead to conserve her equipoise, Belinda's right deal moved the unforesightful journey from its dangle at her thigh to the battlefront of her loins. Four fingers commenced scratching at the fabric which covered the svelte bump of her pubis.

"That's not quite the powerful maculation, honeykins. It's just a bit lower."

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

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

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

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

"That's enceinte, now you're getting it,"encouraged the supervising spokesperson,"but it seems much more ingrained than I very first thought. Use just your second digit and apply more pressure, and you'll be scratching that chump clean off."

Again Belinda adjusted her method of glide slope to the task, and started scratching quite toilsome with her endorsement fingerbreadth nail.

"Still not getting it. Scratching's not working too well. I think rubbing it off would mold far better. endorsement finger, insistency quite hard, and rub up and down quite quickly. Keep that up, and you'll rub that dirty little hookey off in no time."

These run-in causing an all-round murmur of dirty snort of their own.

The instructions were spot on money. Belinda's arcsecond finger nestled into the diffused bend of her excite sex through the fabric, sinking deeper as she commenced rubbing up and down with purpose.

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

The sneering laughter of the assembly became razzing of boost as Belinda warmed to her task. Her slowly see-sawing finger was working the slenderize wet yellowed fabric deeper into her sex with every stroke. Her fingerbreadth began moving faster as it seemed to evaporate, the framework lewdly folding around to envelope this welcome intruder. Within half a minute, her military action plateaued in a fluid, calm rhythm. The plump and swollen outer lip of her now fully engorged sex were clearly visible through the sopping wet yellow thin cloth. Her nostrils flared, and her moans became louder and more animal. swoon tremors wracked her torso and her leg twitched a knee-buckling dance. The cat-calls from the gang became revengeful. A barbed gad, urging her towards a grand-finale, where she would surely tumble in a sob pickle of self-inflicted orgasmic humiliation. The supervisor allowed this vulgar execution to continue for several, long, adrenaline-pumping moments, then bam, abruptly called proceedings to a halt.

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

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

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

"What the hell do think you're doing ? You're making it worse,"admonished the spokesperson."That damn grape blot is smeared all over the place now. Maybe we should get a professional cleansing agent to do the job, what d'ya say ?"

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

"All righty then,"declared the decisive voice, having been given blessing to change manoeuvre."Does anyone in this audience have cleaning accomplishment practiced enough to set about the task of removing this stubborn grapeshot stigma ?"

Immediately a whole forest of arms chatoyant vertical, accompanied by raucous clamoring of me me me.

"It seems not a bingle person is willing to render it a try,"shouted the voice to out-volume the ruckus as she slowly spun on her heal, The forest of arms responded to her vamper with frenetic drubbing as the cacophony of clamouring rose to deafening proportions.

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

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

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

"I want to play fair,"her spokesperson sincere."Who in this audience was not company to the education and enlightenment of Trish Trash the other workweek ? And don't lie to me. Y'all know what happens to liars."

Several implements of war dotted around the bunch shot up, along with the inevitable ‘ me, me,'cat-calls.

"Ok… I'm gon na close my eyes and twirl around a mates of times, and then charge straight ahead, like a man spin the bottle. That sound fair ?"which returned a vocal flurry of acceptance.

………..

The appointee elbowed and threaded her way through a modest but closely snarl of slightly resentful and very envious cronies and walked over to stand toe-to-toe with Belinda. The new participant in this one sided, underhand tilt was improbable and melt off. Not expectant duty brawny, but even in her college uniform it was quite evident she was toned and fit. She was noticeably taller, perhaps four inches. Even if Belinda was fully lucid and they had a cat combat, not a dollar one would be wagered on Belinda to win. Somehow, this contest just didn't seem fair.

"No rules,"decreed the oversee voice,"except these four…. Start slow up …. Don't finish her off …. no raspy stuff, ‘ cos you know that comes later …. And damn well hold back when I tell you."

The new girl gave a slight nod of compliancy to the condition of fight, then methodically set about her task.

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

The new fille stooped to whisper soothing words of reassurance. She'd seen this done before and wanted Belinda to stick out the Saame sugariness agony. Her conquest would be frustratingly slow.

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

True to her news, she shuffled around and up close so they were fully touching. With her buxom tit pressing at Belinda's back, she swung her left arm around, her hired man cupping Belinda's naked flop white meat, the arm then tensioning, drawing, holding the two organic structure close in a business firm, loving hug of accompaniment. This was going to be a seedy reach-around, and she didn't want Belinda collapsing in frustration.

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

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

Her brim latched onto Belinda's ear lobe, inflicting a series of understood, sucking tugs, interspaced with long, slow down, top to bottom licks of its protruding curve. Her tongue stiffened and extended and probed its diminished and shallow profoundness. Gentle teeth-clamp tower on her ear lobe followed, before more than caresses and nybble, then several more rounds of the same. She swapped her attention to the opposite ear, and as she commenced its erotic attention, the assailable palm of her free hand slowly slithered down from the rump of Belinda's titty, maintaining middleman, slow up, ever so slow, all the way down the smooth, exposed venter until the tips of her fingers felt the tickle-prickle of the frilly spare waistband of her panty. She'd watched on as Belinda had masturbated herself to the brink of orgasm, and knew what lay hidden under that thinnest of fabrics. To be taken to the edge, and then be held back ….. the pattern for a widely exposed goal.

"Department of Energy that find good, babe ? I'm going to rival you now. Touch that nasty blot on your front. See if I can rub it away. If I'd had my way, I'd have taken my knife and slashed it and hacked it ‘ till no-one would've known it had ever been there. I've done it before, you know… cut away something I thought shouldn't be there. But that was a man. I got my big hunting knife and … ... Well, it shouldn't have been there in the first seat. A big warm sloppy slit is very much nicer. A nice, fond, overemotional kettle of fish to diddle in. He seemed so much nicer with his big new quaggy pickle, so it was a shame he had to so quickly wither away …. I'd never use my hunting knife on you though. No pauperism to slice anything on you. individual's already given you a nice big juicy twat. May I feel it ? May I feel your slit ? It's underneath that dirty stigma. Sometimes those grime 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 patch longer to see if it has. We can assure on your warm juicy scratch while we're waiting."

All the piece she had been talking, her finger had pressed into Belinda's piano abdomen at the pantie waistband creating their own little bikini-bridge to sneak their way inside the tickly lacing waistband. Then down, down those fingerbreadth crept, irksome and pernicious. They discovered a clean shaven hummock around the clip of the hunting knife, but that pleasant revelation didn't distract them from their relentless wriggling journey to their slippery wet goal. They wanted to be the start to claim pussy usurpation of their latest drugged-up sissy, and they were hell-bent on securing their prize. They've been given world-class dibs at an rouse, wet puss, and were gon na make shit sure they found their way inside. Those finger's breadth wanted to slip into that warm and wet love-box while it still felt all nice, tight and cosy. They knew what was coming, and about an minute from now, soused and cosy would not be the case.

"Oh… oh.."Belinda gave a double close shave as her trunk gave two short sharp convulsions and her stifle commenced a jigging jive dance. Prior card of arrival had duly been given, but when spiritual world digit had brushed against her aroused and tender dearest bud, it was as still a impact and surprise.

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

And as two mephistophelean fingers hooked up and in, gaining full violation into their warm and wet prize, the lady friend triumphantly declared victory with the hoot of a resonant"Yes ”, which was answered with libertine sunshine from the leering and lecherous throng.

The onlookers were ecstatic their victim had been dragged through the maiden of many humiliating assault 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 stand still as they deftly adjusted the fastenings of her ominously large and ribbed, bellied strap-on.

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

"Yes, but …."

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

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

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