Date: Fri, 02 May 2014 16:54:34 +0200 From: Marie Brook Subject: Marie Brook Remembers Beatrice Part 2 *Humiliating Beatrice* I had been at this particular school for two years and had progressively gathered a group of enthusiastic acolytes. We regularly met, in varying numbers, in remote parts of the school and grounds.We always discussed sex.It had in fact become something of a `sex club' and we actually referred to it as that. Most of the girls were younger than me - 1st and 2nd years at this time - (i.e. 11 and 12 years old) as I found them so easy to manipulate and control, and they exhibited an innocent enthusiasm for sexual experimentation which I found so delightful. Beatrice became the latest addition to this happy band. I remember she trudged along beside me in mute anticipation (I had told her we were going to have some `fun' with some first-formers) to join up with three of my younger devotees. She was now habitually naked under her pleated skirt - as instructed - and I noticed with an inward smile how uncomfortable she looked as she struggled to keep herself decent in the gusty wind. The others were waiting for us in an abandoned shower block.The place was semi-derelict and was officially out of bounds - but I had decided it would be perfect for today's games as it was dry and secure and afforded an appropriate level of privacy for what I was going to subject the hapless Beatrice to. I had selected the three younger girls specifically for their prettiness.They were all petite and slim with cute little faces – just the opposite of the lumbering Beatrice. Gemma and Carol were brown haired nymphets and Alice was a beautiful blonde with a wickedly mischievous streak that I adored. Broad, impish grins covered their faces as Beatrice and I entered. They didn't say anything; just stood looking at us eagerly. I instantly took control. "Come on Bee" I said to Beatrice "come here. We don't have much time. Let's show the littlies how to do it". Beatrice looked at me first with a puzzled look - her mouth agape - then with a growing awareness of what I was implying.I carried on before she had time to think any more "Come *on* Bee" I insisted "over here in the light where we can see you". Her eyes desperately flicked this way and that.She had a look of panic on her face; a face which, already flushed with embarrassment, was becoming redder and redder.I'm sure she would have run if she'd dared. But she didn't. I watched, quietly ecstatic, as, slump-shouldered, she took up the position I had indicated. The three younger girls could hardly contain their glee as they watched this big older girl meekly standing in front of them. What Beatrice didn't know was that I had told the others a different story to the one I gave her. Beatrice wasn't going to have any `fun' with them; rather the contrary.I had told them that Beatrice (they already knew her by sight within the school) was a stupid and docile girl who would do anything I told her to and that I would show them. I walked over to Beatrice and without a word; without any preamble, lifted her skirt above her waist. The girls gasped then burst into fits of giggles as they saw that she wasn't wearing underwear. I had already had experience of the pleasure of their little bodies and knew they would be fascinated by Beatrice's nakedness.She was overweight where they were slim; she was hirsute where they were virtually smooth. Beatrice hung her head in shame as I undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.I motioned for her to step out of it then unceremoniously kicked it into the corner along the dusty floor. Released from her skirt, her blouse fell almost to the top of her thighs - obscuring her bush. "Lift your blouse Bee" I said. She raised the hem of her blouse just enough to reveal her pubis. "No," I went on "higher.Lift it right up to your neck". She did as I instructed, raising her blouse up and over her breasts, bunching it up around her throat.She tried to bury her chin in her chest. Her lank hair hung around her face as she tried to hide her terrible embarrassment. I put my finger under her chin and lifted, saying "don't hide your pretty face Bee". She looked into my eyes; she looked like she wanted to cry.The image of her weeping uncontrollably flashed through my mind and filled me with lust.I grinned inwardly at the thought. On the outside however I smiled a sweet, sympathetic smile.She managed a thin, resigned smile back.I stepped behind her and took hold of her hair, pulling it away from her face.I wanted her completely revealed, completely open for inspection.I wanted to maximise her shame; to humiliate her as much as possible.The power I held over her thrilled me. I took a hairband from my pocket and tied her hair in a rough ponytail then said, with warmth and affection in my voice, "there. That's better, we can see you now".My face though, out of Bee's line of sight, smirked sarcastically as I rolled my eyes in mockery.The girls sniggered. I decided to heap more shame upon her. Pretending to `educate' the young girls I began to properly display Beatrice's body to them in detail. Slapping her lightly on the belly I began "she's a bit fat, but if I lift this a bit," I pulled upwards on the fold of fat around her middle, stretching the flesh of her pubis, clearly displaying the large triangle of hair and revealing the line of her slit "you can see what she's got". The girls leaned closer to get a better look at Beatrice's sex. Still holding the fatty fold in place I instructed "open your legs Bee" She gave me a pleading, desperate look, but I persisted "come on, don't be shy (I laughed) open up". Still holding her blouse up, she spread her legs for us. "Bee!" I exclaimed."Your legs are so fat!" (I felt myself getting more and more aroused each time I increased the level of her shame and embarrassment) "Open them wider". She spread her legs further and wobbled a little with the strain. Grinning, I straightaway put my free hand between her legs and slipped a finger inside her. "Steady on Bee" I said with a chuckle "don't fall over". I was genuinely surprise however at how wet she was.I fingered her quietly for a few moments as the others looked on. Still with my finger inside her I spoke to the watching threesome. "I've got one finger up her now. She likes being fingered.You can tell whether she's enjoying it or not by how wet she's getting". I turned to little Alice, my favourite "do you want a go?" As I expected Alice, smiling broadly, nodded vigorously. Pulling my finger out abruptly as Bee groaned (in frustration or shame I couldn't really tell), I stepped aside for Alice to take over. Staring into Bee's still flushed face and grinning from ear to ear Alice thrust her hand between the older girl's legs. After a few seconds I asked "Are you inside? How many fingers have you got in?" "One at the moment" she replied "she's really wet though so I think I can get more in" Her face took on a look of concentration as she worked her hand into the poor girl's vagina. She turned to me and almost whispered "I've got *three *in".She giggled then as she said "and she's really, really wet.It's all over my hand; look!" She pulled her hand out to display its glistening slickness. Bee groaned again and started to close her legs which must have started to feel the strain. "Don't move" I snapped "we've only just started".She turned her head to me, again with a pleading look and said "my legs are hurting; it's hard". A tear rolled down her cheek. I felt another surge of arousal at that revelation so I smiled sweetly and said, gently, "you can stand it though can't you Bee; for me?" As another tear fell, she half smiled through tight lips and nodded her affirmation.She stoically faced to the front and held her position. I slapped her playfully on the behind then (just a bit too hard to make sure she felt it) saying "now stay still fat bum" (more humiliation) "and do as you're told". She yelped a little but she didn't move. Alice got back to fingering her.First pushing the same three fingers into her dripping hole then working them round and round – first one way, then the other.Bee gasped then moaned.The girls giggled and laughed at the expressions on her face. "OK Bee" I said "let's take this off". I gently pulled her hands away and undid the buttons on her blouse.I pulled it off her shoulders and threw it into the corner alongside her skirt.She let her arms dangle loosely. Alice kept working her fingers.Bee closed her eyes tight as she gave in to the sensation.Her shame seemed to have dissipated.She was clearly loving it. I undid her bra then, releasing her incongruously small breasts. They were firm and pointed with long pink nipples which were standing out erect. I tweaked them each in turn. Bee's eyes remained closed as she passively succumbed to our attentions. I asked the other girls if they wanted to play with her titties.Both Gemma and Carol eagerly confirmed that they did and happily took over tweaking, pinching and tickling those sensitive points. I stood back then to observe and take in this lovely little tableau. It was nice. I was aroused, but it wasn't enough.Beatrice was enjoying it too much.I realised that I enjoyed the power and control more than I enjoyed just giving pleasure – although I recognised that pleasure was a fundamental part of that control. I decided to give her just a bit more humiliation.I stepped forward and while the other girls continued with their play, I leaned over and pulled Beatrice's labia apart, exposing her clitoris."Here Bee.Put your finger here.Rub it.Do it yourself so we can watch". I told the others to stop what they were doing and to stand and watch while Bee made herself "come off". My hands were still stretching her lips apart exposing her engorged clitoris as Bee slowly brought her right hand into place to rest her index finger on that sensitive spot. "That's right" I cooed "just there.Push your hips forward so we can see better". She pushed her hips out as instructed.She looked so ungainly like that.Naked except for shoes and ankle socks with her large legs spread awkwardly wide and her extended index finger resting in her bush - which was glistening wet with juices from her enforced arousal.Her face was still very flushed and she was wearing a strange expression: - a delightful mixture of unsatisfied lust and arousal together with acute embarrassment and humiliation gave her mouth a peculiar twisted curve - half smile, half grimace - while her desperate eyes continually shifted from face to face - almost furtively - revealing to us all her true lustful nature yet dreadfully ashamed that we could see her like this. "Put your other hand here" I commanded her "hold it open like this so we can see everything". I moved away as she held her lips apart and stood facing her alongside the others - they grinned and giggled. Alice gave me an especially warm, wide smile as I took my position next to her. "Go on" I said "rub it.Make yourself come off". She slowly started to rub her clitoris with the tip of her finger. "Do it faster" I urged. She increased the speed. "Faster Bee. Go faster" I was really aroused by her discomfiture. She closed her eyes tight and leaned her head back.The girls giggled again as she opened her mouth – a look almost of astonishment spread across her face as the pleasure took control. "Keep going" I ordered "keep doing it.Don't stop.It looks great". And it did.Completely humiliated; completely under our control; this big, stupid, lustful girl was masturbating herself to orgasm in a display of wanton subservience and I loved it.If I had touched myself I knew I would orgasm too.But I kept that delight for later.This was so enjoyable I knew at that moment that I wanted more, much more to come.I also knew that after this little show I would torment poor fat Beatrice within an inch of her life.She couldn't begin to imagine what I would do with her. She came to orgasm within minutes; she was so transported by the physical delight that she allowed herself to actually cry out loud in ecstasy. My little girl companions clapped and cheered as she did.She looked so funny, so stupid and yet I found it all so, so erotic. I passed her the discarded clothes as she stood there red-faced and panting, her fingers dripping wet. I pointed out - still intent on wringing every ounce of humiliation from the display - the juices dripping down the inside of her thighs. "See!" I pointed "she loves it!" The little girls laughed and giggled as Bee got dressed and regained some of her composure.I noticed her blouse and skirt were filthy.It occurred to me that her strict and heartless mother wouldn't like that; no, she wouldn't like that at all. I felt another warm glow between my thighs as I considered what the consequences might be for my poor Beatrice.I looked forward to finding out.