LeggingsRoyalescam2@60+com
By maisie
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Royale Scam part 2
The room was set out athnd the 'gang' was almost ready to tread the triangle. Phyliss quickly fitted into a tiny space, and I followed her lead some three behind. We took minor places in the triangle. The Tripod already in place in the centre lit candles and some one at the side of the room dimmed the lights.
The chant began: some sixty women began to walk the triangle. I murmered the sounds of the words conscienctiously, not ready yet to make the words into a committment to the group.
At the end a younger women entered the centre of the tripod. She was taller and leaner than they were. She brandished
a letter from her pocket. "I took it from the Post Lady," she said triumphantly, "She has no right to know what we do..."
"Well done!" said the Tripod. One of the members took the letter from her and scanned it quickly, "We'll deal with that!"
"Now to the play of the game," said another of the Tripod, lowering her dark glasses and revealing cold grey eyes, amid a scattering of vibrant red hair. "Are you ready for this girls?"
"We say we are!" we chanted back enthusiastically. "So say usar all!"
"Firstly," said the red headed one,"Dee from the Benefits Order is with us, and she's brought in a lot of clipboards."
She held up a hand and Dee stepped out of line holding up a blue clipboard. "Will help the ones asking questions to look more official." she said happily. "It's not as if we use them often anyway."
"Right," said the Red head, "Will be given out by the core group for the exercise. Remember Girls all information is useful to us!"
"We remember," we chanted back, "We trade on information."
The Red Head nodded, "Dee has brought in Freda & Brenda from the office - their forces boyfriends have supplied us with a lot of information already. We believe we can do this one easily enough. With luck she won't even know."
"The shops are in your hands sisters!" called in another from the triangle. I recognised her from a local dress shop. We have a listener at every shop now and radio transmission coming in."
"Fabulous!" said the Red Head calmly. "You've done very well. I will put your name forward for special training."
"Thank you! sister," said the informant.
Another member of the tripod came forward - another tall woman without a smile. "There will be three games playing at the same time. We must confuse the biatch as much as possible. She must never guess the truth, that she was played out years ago and it's her very prescence here that threatens us. She must never know that another has her name, her money and now wants to keep the man as a slave."
"Oh well done, Ellie," came a call from the triangle. "Better than being a slave yourself."
"What is the second game?" I asked grimly, "And I'm not sure what the first is either let alone the third!"
"What a pity you're not the biatch!" she laughed back at me, "You're already confused!"
"The first game is the royal game, we must find out if she knows anything useful about herself..." said the Red Head seriously, "The second game is to discredit her in every way. Through every hand in town."
"The man that's interested in her is interesting himself," said the other Tripod lady slowly, "I think I will put together a fuckimfirst game, just to make it more interesting for everyone. We'll put up a list - any member thats interested too, can have a play. At least he'll not go short... That's the third game girls!"
There was general laughter and clapping from the triangle. A voice came out of a dark corner, "I'll put a list up in the shop if you like, and the girls can put their names down."
"Settled!" said the tripod, "What a brilliant idea!"
"We can always say it's to with the church," said the voice amusedly. "We have them primed too, we've told them that's she's stolen that child she says is her's. That she wrote a really dirty book, about sex with horses."
"Sounds like a wonderful job!" said the Red Head writing it down in a notebook. "Did she really write a book about sex with horses? That's just to good to be true..."
"The paper's are coming in too, want to know if you're going to tap her phone, or take pictures... We want her to take full advantage of this opportunity!"
More laughter! My ears burnt, whatever had this woman done?
"The dirty book is about how a child feels about being abused and how it chooses not to do it too," she laughed aloud, "We aren't going to tell anyone that though!"
"How do we do it?" said the tripod.
"We speak nicely, we ask nicely, we never swear, we play the church and charities in. We are seen as the ultamate woman. We are the Triangle."
A woman stepped out of the shadows, holding out a box. "Bondage and BDSM gear, for the girls, speciality stuff, apparently he likes it."
We looked as she held up various odd shapes.
One of the girls laughed, "What is that flag thing?"
"It's a butt plug!" said the woman holding the box flatly. "You stick it where...."
"The sun don't shine...." yelled back the room.
"He appears to like bigger girls," she said cheerfully, "So I brought a selection of sizes. You're all very welcome. I hate her. Her kids did better than mine did, and I've no idea why."
Some of the triangle sat down, the serious part of the meeting had completely been pulled away by the strangeness of the apparel.
"Right," said the Tripod together, "We'll go amongst you and tell you each what you're to do over the next month or so. She's either out of the way or dead. Then we'll go for the rest of the family. No one will escape. We want our way to continue. We want our values to stand. We are one, indivisable. One mind, in many bodies, one thought for us all."
"One mind," we chanted religiously, "We are one, indivisable, One mind, many bodies, one thought for us all!"
She passed me a peice of paper, I was to be a Quin's Lady and hand out the clipboards, and to question the neighbours about their answers on a dailly basis. It was all about her behaviours. Was she good enough to be Royal? I blinked stupidly, the people who looked after me had thought I was a Tennyson, yet no-one had ever looked for me... To be fair my 'father' had tried, he'd rung a number, and been told the day before I left home to start my own life away, that 'they' weren't interested, and were too 'busy' in any case. I wondered if her story was similiar...
Now I was supposed to be mean to someone else who might be a lost royal, I felt low. Which one was she supposed to be? How many missing royal children was there?
Phyliss was already waving over to me, she held up a matching peice of pink paper. "Not too bad!" she half whispered, "Same job, few minutes each day before shop opening hours."
"It will break this woman into peices." I said grimly, "Horrible."
"Shhhh," whispered Phyliss looking carefully around, "Someone might hear you..."
"No chance of that, they all want to try out the butt plug. Look at them at it over there!"
"Feel lucky you're not on that party," said Phyliss shuddering, "She intends to get the young girls to do it. Sells babies!"
"She doesn't!" I gasped, this was too much to take in.
"People are so desparate these days, so many can't," replied Phyliss, "I'm never sure which side I'm on. When you hear her go on about it, you'd wonder too..."
There was a great shout from the group. The Red Head had strutted back in. She was pinched tight by the straps of her costume, which concealed nothing. She turned around to display a tail....
Phyliss grabbed me by my arm, "Come on," she said furiously, "I hate the biatch!"
I hurried after her. I was rigid too. Sudennly I felt 70.
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