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 Women Students Against Paedophilia A Short Story by Marcia Burton

   Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of non-consensual male
bondage, domination by females plus 'water sports' and scat fetishes.  It
also deals with issues of child sexual abuse, but does not describe such
acts in any detail.

   All events are pure fantasy, but the emotions are real.  All the
characters are fictional, but are based to a greater or lesser on real
people, their names have of course been changed.

   The story is quite long, so I have split it into three parts.  Part one
really just introduces the main characters.

   Enjoy. Marcy

   Part 1 ------

   The cooling water flowed smoothly of Marcia's body.  She loved the
turbulent flow of water over her body and the feeling of freedom that
moving through water produces.  Marcia was by now hot and tired but
satisfied, perhaps even with a mild sense of euphoria.  She looked up
briefly.  "Less than ten metres to go." she thought.  Finally, she reached
the pool's end and grabbing the gutter, put her feet down.  "One hundred!"
she celebrated silently to herself. Marcia stood there for several seconds,
her head bowed, goggles still covering her eyes, panting hard, her heart
pounding away in her chest, the arteries in her neck pulsating.  Marcia's
panting subsided and her heart-rate slowed as her now fit body quickly
recovered.  How different from less than a year ago when she had started
swimming, she had done twenty lengths, then forced herself to do another
ten.  She had almost died!  She had felt dizzy, faint and sick and her
heart had continued to pound throughout the hour-long lecture following the
swim. Now Marcia pulled her goggles off, stood up straight, tilted her head
back and dragged both hands from her forehead back through her tightly
curled hair, expelling the excess pool water.  She checked the pool clock:
Still taking over an hour, but she was improving week by week.  Marcia
loved to swim, but not the effect the chlorine water had on her hair, it
was costing her a fortune in gel.  Marcia placed her hands on the pool
edge, jumped and hauled herself dripping onto the poolside.  "I couldn't do
that a year ago," she thought.  She had lost nearly a stone [14 pounds] in
weight and gained a considerable amount of muscle tone.  Marcia felt
slightly dizzy, but she stood still and took three controlled deep breaths
and the feeling passed. Only now did Marcia realise that she was bursting
for a piss.  She hurried into the changing rooms and headed for the
toilets. The changing rooms were filling up with chattering female
students. Marcia smiled to herself, how good it was to miss the crowds. 
She wasn't a loner, she just preferred a small number of close friendships
to a large number of shallow friendships.  She chose a cubicle at random,
closed and locked the door behind her, pulled her swimsuit straps over her
shoulders and peeled the wet suit off the rest of her body and down to her
knees, then sat down.  The cold toilet seat felt good against Marcia's hot
bottom.  She leant foreword slightly with her legs parted, her hands palm
down on the tops of her thighs, relaxed and gave a little push the start
the flow.  The urine made a satisfying hiss sound as it escaped and
trickling sound as it ran into the toilet.  Marcia's fantasy began to kick
in: "Swallow it," she whispered very quietly.  She quickly dispelled the
thought banishing it back to her subconscious, breathed a sigh of relief
and then looked down at the front of her body, observing proudly how toned
her body had become.  She thought how wonderful it would be to swim naked.
She sat still for a few seconds thinking about how much she had improved
both mentally and physically, then reached for the toilet paper, tore off a
length and dabbed herself dry with it.  Marcia stood up, pulled up the wet
clammy sticky swimsuit to cover her bottom half only, tore off more toilet
paper, using it to wipe off the water her wet bum had deposited on the
toilet seat.  She dropped the paper into the toilet and pushed the flush
handle.  The sound of flushing was disturbing to Marcia and she shuddered
slightly, then she brought up a little phlegm and spat into the toilet. 
Spitting helped the negative feeling to pass, it helped to channel and
release some the rage that was deep within her.  Marcia unbolted and opened
the cubicle door and made for the lockers.  She did not come close to
noticing the small hole cut into the ceiling tile above her head.
Marcia opened her locker, again peeled her swimsuit off and folded it
into a small package, removed her towel, shower gel and shampoo from the
locker and hung it over her shoulders, deliberately not covering or
concealing her femininity.  She walked quickly towards the showers past the
other students.  This was the hard part.  She felt the other girls' eyes on
her, were they approving or disapproving, judging or accepting her?  This
was part of her therapy, to walk naked feeling proud, not ashamed of what
she was.  She had been abused, and these strangers had no way of knowing
that, but Marcia had an irrational feeling that everyone somehow knew what
had happened and were thinking that she had 'asked for it'.  Marcia knew in
her rational mind that this was nonsense and in fact, the other girls

scarcely noticed her. Being dark-skinned didn't help, it put her into a
minority and marked her out as being different.  David, the
psychotherapist, had told her, no suggested, that she think of something
very positive and special that her colour represented.  She had thought of
the colour of Africa, of a lioness, she was now that lioness walking
gracefully with poise to the showers.  Marcia hung her towel on a hook and
entered the showers.  The showers were of the communal type and there was
another woman showering; she had chosen to keep her bikini on.  Marcia felt
the urge to turn away and cover her private areas.  She fought this urge,
opened the water then turned to face the other woman, giving her a full-on
smile and said, "Hello there.  Its lovely in here isn't it?  Bet its gonna
feel freezing outside".  "Yeah I suppose it is", she answered somewhat
reluctantly, then put her head into the water jet, closing her eyes, thus
avoiding further conversation. Marcia wondered if she had offended the
woman in some way, then quickly realized how ridiculous that was.  The
woman finished her shower without another word.  As she left, she directed
a brief false smile in Marcia's direction. "Oh, fuck you!", thought Marcia.
She wanted to shout this after her, but resisted the temptation.  She
breathing deeply, suppressing the miss-directed anger.  Marcia had
shampooed and rinsed her hair twice, now she was soaping her body with gel.
She started at the top, working down, first her breasts, then back, then
buttocks, then legs.  Finally she soaped her pubic region and between her
buttocks, paying particular attention to her pussy and anus.  She wanted to
feel one hundred percent clean, but knew it could never be one hundred
percent.  There was always that dirt that could never be washed away no
matter how hard she scrubbed.  Oh, how she had tried as a twelve year old,
even using Vim bathroom cleaner and Brillo pads to rid herself of his
filth, it had resulted in excruciating pain, but the 'dirt' was still
there. Marcia rinsed her body, turned off the shower, stepped out and
picked up her towel.  She stood and dripped for a while, then rubbed
herself dry, returned to the locker to pick up her stuff.  Marcia powdered
her body with talc and got into her comfortable clothes: jeans, sweatshirt,
jumper, and flat shoes.  Next her hair, what a nightmare, first the combing
out of tangles, then gelling and finally grips to keep it from frizzing up.
Finally a quick brush of powder to the face and a dab below each ear of
perfume she had brought back from the Caribbean a couples years ago. 
Marcia breathed in the scent, it made her feel good, like a 'real' woman.
Marcia throw her stuff into her kit bag.  All done!  She took three deep
breaths, taking advantage of the extra lung capacity swimming had given
her. The surge of oxygen heightened her alertness and gave her a slight
tingling sensation, yes it was good to be alive.  Marcia suddenly felt very
hungry.  "Coffee and a danish!" she thought, "I've earned it.  No sign of
Jane and Julia though, they must be having a good workout".  Marcia would
occasionally join the other two girls, but she much preferred the freedom
of swimming to being perched on some machine watching telly.  It also
allowed her time to think without any distractions. She left the changing
rooms and headed for the canteen. It was 10.15.  Somewhere nearby, unseen
and unheard, a video recorder's timer clicked on springing the machine to
life, the tape rolled and began faithfully and unknowingly recording
whatever video signals it received. A chill wind was blowing outside and it
bit into Marcia's face.  She didn't mind this because to her it was another
reminder that she was alive.  She had no coat and now began to lose the
warm glow inside from swimming a hundred lengths.  The canteen was fairly
quite being a Saturday.  Marcia made straight for the counter and ordered
mineral water for her thirst, coffee to perk her up and a large sticky
Danish pastry for her hunger, then chose a table by the windows. Marcia
drank the water first, sipped the coffee and took a large bite from the
Danish.  Then she relaxed back into her chair and began to reflect on the
previous couple of years of her life.  She recalled her first day at
university, what a nervous fragile, some would say screwed-up, person she
had been.  Of course, getting to university was a major achievement in
itself, given her background.  She had lost five years of her life, robbed
from her by that evil child rapist, her mother's so-called boyfriend, Jack;
just the thought of his name filled her with loathing.  But here she was,
due entirely to her dogged tenacity and refusal to remain a slave to her
past.  There was however a legacy from the abuse and that was her
obsession, her secret and shameful fantasy and her longing for revenge. 
How fortunate she had met Jane.  Jane was special, not only was she
physically attractive, well that's an understatement, she was stunning, she
was also highly intelligent.  In fact she possessed the sharpest mind
Marcia had ever known.  Jane was Marcia's mentor, she had been the first
person Marcia had told she was a victim of sexual abuse, Jane had persuaded
Marcia to start psychotherapy with David, and that more than anything had
helped her throw off the shackles of abuse.  Marcia thought of the many
sessions she had had with David before she finally blurted out to him the
obsession that was the source of such shame.  Marcia had described to David
how Jack would leave her mum's bed in the dead of night, enter her bedroom,
force himself on her, holding her down, almost suffocating her with his
hand.  How she had felt totally powerless, unable even to beg him to stop,
unable almost to breathe.  When he had finished with her he would go to the
bathroom, flush the toilet, then return to Mum's bed.  That was worse part:
the flushing of the toilet and led Marcia to feel that she was being used,
like a toilet, she was just his toilet. That was more than ten years ago,
now she wanted to trace Jack, track him down, tie him up, tell him how she
was going to use him, just like he had used her, use him as her toilet, her
lavatory, forcing his mouth open and then defecating into it, slowing
shitting the result of a eating huge meal into him, forcing him to swallow
all her foul shit.  She wanted him to want to, try to, but be unable to,
beg her to stop.  In her ultimate fantasy, he would die choking on her
shit. Marcia thought David would be shocked, whereas in fact he encouraged
her to express all the feelings of the fantasy, even acting it out in the
safety of his home.  When she had told David how disgusting she thought it
was and how ashamed she was, David had simply described it as 'anal
aggression'.  Marcia found this somewhat disappointing, that what she
thought was a wicked fantasy could be described in such a mundane fashion.
Apart from David, Jane was the only other person who knew the fantasy, and
like David she was not shocked either, her comment was that the fantasy was
not that uncommon and was even described in BDSM literature as a form of
ultimate dominance and submission.  Jane was 'into' or at least knew some
bizarre sexual stuff. "Hel-lo!  Wakey-wakey!" Marcia looked up startled. 
Jane and Julia had approached Marcia's table without her noticing.  "Oh,
hello Jane, Julie.  Sorry I was miles away". Jane was standing closest to
where Marcia was sitting, she was tall, about 5'9", and slender rather than
skinny, quite athletic.  She appeared to Marcia to be towering over her. 
She was dress casually in jeans, sweater and a black over coat which she
now removed and placed it over the chair next to Marcia's.  Jane sat down
with her characteristic graceful flowing movements, tossed her silky auburn
hair back, then turning to face Marcia, gave her a friendly smile and
asked, "Anything important?" "No, not really." Replied Marcia. Julia, who
was still standing and with her arms crossed with a slightly petulant
expression said, "Right, so we're just going to sit chat like nothing's
happened." Julia was slim, like Jane, but shorter, quite petite really with
small breasts and a pert, rounded little arse.  She had medium length
blonde straight hair that always seemed to flop over her pretty face. "No,"
answered Jane, "I think we should discuss our options with Marcy and Fiona
when she arrives." "What options?  We go to the college authorities or the
police, I thought that was obvious!" "Julie, please sit down" Julia huffed
and sat reluctantly down.  She looked pretty pissed-off. "Will someone
please tell me what's going on?" asked Marcia. Julia and Jane exchanged
glances.  "You tell her", said Julia. "Okay," Jane began, "Julia has
discovered cameras in the ladies changing rooms, in the toilets to be
precise." "What, like security cameras you mean?" asked Marcia. "No, spy
cameras!" interjected Julia. "That's right," Jane continued, "hidden in the
ceiling." "So, how did you did find them if they were hidden?" asked
Marcia. "Well, if you must know, I was sitting on the toilet having a shit
and something caught my eye.  I looked up and saw this hole in the ceiling
and something behind.  I was curious, so when I had finished, I stood on
the toilet and took a closer look.  It was definitely some kind of camera,
pointing at the toilet!" "Are you sure?" asked Marcia. "Yes!" "I can
confirm that," added Jane, "it looked like a video camera." "So that means
that some pervert..." continued Julia. "Voyeur" corrected Jane. "...no,
pervert, was watching me go to the toilet." "He wouldn't be able to see
much," suggested Marcia. "Yes he would have!  Me pulling my shorts and
knickers down, sitting on the toilet, wiping my arse, everything." "And
there was a microphone in the ceiling," added Jane. "Yes, so he would have
heard me shitting as well.  Its absolutely disgusting!" "Oh, I see, " said
Marcia, "So what are you going to do?" "I want to go to the police or
college authorities, but Jane here wants to play amateur detective." "Look
Julia," Jane explained, using the more formal 'Julia', rather than 'Julie',
"what if it's the 'authorities' who're doing this?  And there's no point in
going to the police." "Why not?" "Well, what law has been broken?" "I don't
know, you tell me, you're the one who's studying Law." "That's the point, I
don't think there is a specific law against this, not if it's done by an
employee of the college say, on college property." "There must be," whined
Julia, "What do think, Marcia?" Marcia thought for a few seconds.  She was
intrigued that someone would go to such lengths to spy on women using the
toilets, very intrigued.  She also had enormous respect for Jane's opinion
and knew that Jane would have carefully considered all the options and was
eager to find out what was going on in her complex mind.  "What do you have
in mind, Jane?" she asked. "I say we investigate, find out who the
perpetrator or perpetrators are and their motives, then take the
appropriate action." "There, typical lawyer's answer," said Julia. Jane
held out her hand, palm up and said jokingly, "that advice has just cost
you 100 pounds." "Come on, Julie, it'll be fun." suggested Marcia. "Do I
have a choice?" "No you don't" replied Jane, "Come on, I want a closer look
at camera." "Hold on," said Marcia, "what about Fiona?  Shouldn't we
involve her?  She'll be back from riding any minute, she won't know where
we've gone.  Anyway, I thought we were a team of four." "You're right, good
thinking Marcy, I was being a bit hasty.  Let's have tea and a bite to eat
and relax for while." Julia and Jane went up for their tea and cakes,
leaving Marcia at the table. "This is weird," thought Marcia, "I wonder if
someone was watching me having a piss earlier.  And why would they want
to?" Marcia was feeling hungry again, so went up for a second helping of
coffee and Danish. The girls returned to their table together.  At that
moment Fiona entered through the glass doors if the canteen.  She was still
I her riding clothes and boots, at least she wasn't wearing her riding hat.
Her long ginger-blonde hair was tied up in a bun.  Her chubby cheeks were
flushed red.  Fiona strode over to the other girls' table, dumping her
rucksack down unceremoniously.  "Brrr!  Its freezing out there" she
exclaimed. "Nice ride?" enquired Jane. "Fantastic.  Nothing like a good
hack over the downs!" she replied. Fiona was what could be described as a
typical English 'horsy' type.  Although she can from a 'posh' background,
she was in no way snobbish, in fact she was very down to earth.  She had a
lively, 'bubbly' personality and was always positive and enthusiastic, plus
she had a great sense of humour, which was often quite lavatorial.  She
could see the funny side of almost any situation and have the other
laughing with her.  Marcia liked Fiona a lot.  Physically, Fiona was
shorter than the others, about 5' 2", but quit stocky, in fact she was a
bit overweight.  'Overweight' doesn't really do her justice, 'curvaceous'
does; she had very large breasts and a large bum that she attributed to the
amount of riding she did.  Fiona was oddly proud of bum: one evening when
Julia and Jane were showing off and comparing the muscles they had gained
from their gym sessions, Fiona had invited them to feel her buttocks while
she tensed them.  Marcia had been shocked when she prodded Fiona's bum, she
had expected it to be soft and squashy, but those big fat-looking buttocks
were actually rock hard.  "There, that's riding muscle" Fiona boasted. 
Julia and Jane had dissolved into laughter at this comment. "I'm famished"
said Fiona. "You're always famished." commented Julia, slightly
sarcastically. "Well, I see you're all stuffing your faces." "Hurry up and
get something to eat, we've got something bad to tell you," said Marcia.
Fiona's blue eyes widened as she stared at Marcia.  "What?  What's wrong?"
"Its not that bad," said Jane, quickly directing a 'keep quiet' look at
Julia.  "We'll tell you all about it when you get back." Fiona returned
with a pot of tea and a pile of cakes and muffins which she hungrily
devoured as Jane explained Julia's discovery.  Fiona's eyes were wide with
surprise at the end.  "Really?  That's awful!" she said, but Marcia could
see she was more amused than outraged. "So," concluded Jane "the plan is to
find out who's responsible and see that they're punished in an appropriate
way." "That's your plan," corrected Julia, "I just want to report it and be
done with it." "What do think, Fi?" asked Jane. Fiona thought for a few
seconds, "Sounds risky, but it could be a bit of a 'hoot'." "Sorry, Julie,
that's three against one." Said Jane. Julia rolled her eyes skywards, "okay
then Jane, you win." "Good.  Oh come on Julie, stop being so serious all
the time." "So what's the plan then?" asked Marcia. "Okay, we chill here
for a while, then go back to the changing rooms and start our
investigations with the cameras and whatever they're linked up to. 
Hopefully it'll be getting quieter nearer lunchtime.  Then we'll take it
from there." Explained Jane. "What about lunch?" asked Fiona. Julia tutted
and rolled her eyes. "Then we'll have lunch," added Jane. Marcia felt a
growing sense of excitement as they sat eating, drinking and chatting. The
canteen was becoming quite full when Jane announced, "Right let's do it!"
The girls got up and made their way out of the canteen and back to the
sports centre, trying not to look too furtive.  Julia led the way into the
changing rooms and to the toilets.  Luckily there was no-one else in that
area.  Jane went to cubicle that Julia had used and stood on the toilet lid
to reach the ceiling tiles.  She paused, turned to the girls watching her
and said, "someone keep a lookout please, I don't want anyone else finding
out about this." "I'll go," volunteered Fiona. "Thanks darling." Fiona took
up her station near the door. Jane carefully lifted a tile, then standing
on tip toes, peered into the void.  "Its definitely a video camera and
there's a microphone." "Shitting hell!  They were listening to me having a
dump as well," hissed Julia. Marcia, already quite tense and exciting,
broke out in a nervous snigger. "What's so funny, Marcia?" she hissed
again. "Oh, I don't know, Julie.  You're making such a fuss over this."
"Well, how would you feel if you were being watched by perverts as you had
a dump?" "I don't know." Then Marcia remembered.  "Wait, I used this toilet
this morning, but I'm not getting all up-tight over it." "What?  You had
dump here as well?" "Well no, just a pee, but it's the same thing." "No its
not," replied Julia, "anyway, you should have had a dump." "Why?" asked
Marcia. "Well, I mean, the stink from one of your dumps would have melted
the lens!" "Oh, suppose its pink candyfloss that comes out of your arse,"
retorted Marcia. "No, I just don't stink out the bathroom every morning
like you." There was always a bit friction between Marcia and Julia that
may have sounded like real bitching to an outsider, but was really tongue
in cheek.  Marcia could detect aspects of her own personality in Julia's,
in particular a quickness to anger. "Shhh!  Ladies, please stop getting
your knickers in a twist," Jane was replacing the ceiling tile.  She jumped
off the toilet landing lightly on the balls of her feet.  "What's more to
the point is that whoever's installed this now knows we're on to them," she
said, whispering. "What are we going to do?" asked Marcia. "We need to act
quickly.  The wires from the camera lead over there," Jane said, pointing
towards a door in the wall facing the row of toilet cubicles. "What's in
there?" asked Julia. "Let's find out," Jane suggested walking over to the
door. "Damn, its locked of course." Fiona came over to join the three,
"What's going on?" she asked. "We need to find what's behind this door,"
answered Jane. "Do you think there's someone in there?" asked Fiona. "I
doubt it," Jane replied, "more likely recording equipment or a transmitter
of some sort." "Jesus!" exclaimed Julia. Fiona knocked on the door, "hello?
Anyone there?" At that point another student walked into the toilet area,
paused and gave the four huddled by the door a curious sideways look before
proceeding to a cubicle at the far end. "Let's get out here," said Jane, "I
need to get some keys that'll fit this door." "Where are you going to get
those from?" asked Julia. "That's one advantage of studying Law, you get to
meet some dodgy characters," Jane replied. "What, like lawyers you mean?"
"Yes, very funny." Once outside, Jane turned to the others and said, "You
three get some lunch, I'll go and get these keys, then I'll meet you back
at the canteen." "Great, I'm starving!" said Fiona. "You're always...",
started Jula. "Me too." Interrupted Marcia, "What about you Jane?" "I won't
be long," Jane called back over her shoulder as she hurried off towards the
car park.

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