Date: Fri, 02 May 2014 16:54:34 +0200
From: Marie Brook <marieboss@gmx.co.uk>
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.