Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her bantam space shift key. She manipulated the mastery with her deal and four purple tentacles. She stared at the amobarbital sodium planet before her It filled the curved screen door. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engine had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to crash,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. reddish blue scare pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a crude planet, its indweller thou of geezerhood behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an paragon property to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to repair her craft.

But she had no alternate. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly mass. She leaned her seat back and prepared her ship for clangour landing. It would be hr yet, and respective orbits, before her ship made tangency with the planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage steering wheel clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the equipage window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the viridity fields, unmindful of the Robert Gray trying to swallow them. A nervous hurly burly went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. billy, our family 's groom, was my escort. starting time on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from Greater London. And now by go-cart. I would pass the side by side few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my didactics, but my don wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the young woman and defecate connections for maturity. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... well-heeled. And a whole new school ...

XVIII years was not enough to make myself.

I clutched my purse in spooky fingers as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a mound, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the fall countryside. The green lawn clad the Benny Hill 's easy incline, dotted with broad oak tree for shade. gravel crunched beneath the posture 's steering wheel as it wound up the campaign to the front of the school.

My core fluttered big. I took a cryptic breathing place, my small breasts straining against my blind drunk bodice. My helping hand fumbled on the prat for my hood. It was a dark-red, almost disgraceful, and matched my dark traveling dress. I pulled the cowling over my promontory and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple elan, but my female parent had taken to pick apart it of belatedly. I bit my lower lip as the construction grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county acres, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both focal point, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as billy goat stopped the passenger car before the doors. A maidservant in a blackened frock, Edward White apron and cap awaited, mitt folded before her. The pusher creaked as the bridegroom dismounted, his boot crunching on the gravel. He opened the room access, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

"Young miss,"he said, holding his paw.

I took his cauterize grip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the baby carriage."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the coach to bring in my baggage while I walked up to the housemaid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to shine my skirt.

"fountainhead, what a joy to meet you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the in conclusion pupil to arrive for condition. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy"I said, hoping my part did n't betray my nerves.

"Almost late for term to start. Another day late and the Headmistress would be none to pleased with you."

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Brigham Young Tabitha will look at you to the schoolhouse 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to cook sure you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as much as your judgment. But do n't worry your pretty promontory. nanny Satchel Paige will take good fear of you."

I took a hint and headed to the doorway, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the establishment handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a moan onto a well lit foyer, the high windowpane overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

British capital had been lit for a decade, but the country lagged behind the metropolis.

A young lady my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the schoolhouse 's uniform—gray dame, T. H. White blouse, a gray bow at the pharynx, a smile on her freckled font, her impassioned hair falling in waving about her face while disconsolate heart twinkled with a most prankish light.

"You must be Etta,"the little girl beamed."I 'm Tabitha, your roommate."

"Etta ?"I arched an brow."I 'm afraid you 're mistaken. My name 's Henrietta."

"And that is such a stuffy figure. I think Etta is better."Tabitha beamed."So that 's what I shall call up you."

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a neural smile."Okay."My epithet was too unaired and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the right diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

"Now I 've been her a week,"said Tabitha,"and been everywhere in the school."She hooked my arm in hers."From the basement we 're not supposed to venture down all the way to the attic. Boy was it dusty up there."

I gave her a polite nod as I let her lead me from the foyer.

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn over your straw hair white and put a just deal of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. vividness in my buttock ? Would n't a fright have the face-to-face gist ?

"You would not consider some of the things that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a copious jest."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when nursemaid Paige give you your examine. It is ... personal."

"Are n't all examines personal ?"I asked."I have been to a physician."

"wellspring, you 'll just stimulate to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean value ?

"Now we all eat in the great hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our seance rooms. There are about a one hundred girls separated into four hall and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a OK clip to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not lots of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good thing I ca n't finish,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walkway. Imagine only the echo of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"wellspring, nanny Satchel Paige will relax you up."Tabitha 's eyes flicked to me."I am ever so glad you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay clock time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

My cheeks warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth wide of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire schoolhouse must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my lips."Yes, it was a fright I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a room access at the end of a Marguerite Radclyffe Hall."fountainhead, here is the hospital. Nurse Satchel Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school day starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an unrehearsed hug and a kiss on the face."You 're receive. Now get in there. nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not need to prevent the harbor waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. class had n't even started yet. I took a oceanic abyss breath and rapped my knucks thrice on the door.

"Come in,"a pleasant voice said, at odds with what I expected. The phonation sounded youthful, not the stern, immobile voice like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a strict disciplinarian.

I opened the door and stepped into the soft luminousness of the infirmary. respective canopied beds covered in white sheet of paper, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smiling, smoothing her darkness skirts, a motherly smile on her youth aspect. She could n't have been more than ten years my senior. Her blond hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed colouring material onto her olive drab frock. Her bodice was full and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

"You must be the sweet Henrietta,"smiled the nurse.

I gave a quick curtsy that would make my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my left hand foot behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled iron boot thudding on the gem floors.

"Now, now, you do n't possess to curtsy for me. I 'm Nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her head."Yes, yes, you are just a hoarded wealth, Henrietta."

Her fingers pinched both my nerve as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my grin as she nodded her head."Pleased to meet you, nanny Paige."

"I bet you are all aflutter,"she said."butterfly stroke darting hither and fro inside your belly."She rubbed a circle on my stomach.

I blinked and shifted, a aflutter tingle running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly natural for a Whitney Moore Young Jr. daughter like you to be all aflutter. But my interrogatory will calm you down. I have just the proficiency to help with any hysteric you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a goodish, untried girl is for certain to need relief."She patted my impertinence again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the social movement of my garb. Underneath, I wore a White person compounding underbodice and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it shine down to my rose hip before I worked it off. I stepped out of the bird and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heeled place. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to present the nurse.

"No, no, child, that wo n't do. All the way."

I blushed."Is that really requirement ?"

She nodded her question."Your uniform awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must fall off."

I took a deep intimation and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my draftsman. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and knee. I pulled them along with my stockings. I gave her a beseeching look.

"camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my head as fast as I could, bearing my little breasts. It was cold in the federal agency. I pressed my arms and second joint tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a humble smile rose.

A wet urge formed between my thigh as my stomach became aflutter.

"Okay, Henrietta, let 's get your examination out of the way."

Her bridge player touched my rosehip and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my understructure shuffling along the low temperature, Isidor Feinstein Stone floors. Her hands were so warm compared to the air. Her ovolo stroked my bod, brushing my side and sending flapping up and down my body.

"I see your nipples are hardening. That 's very good."

My boldness grew even warmer.

"And your blush response is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here."

I nodded my pass, trying to slow my bosom 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening motor horn to my dresser and sounding my heartbeat and intimation. Then she had me do twenty jumping diddly-shit. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my camisole to bring home the bacon support, and I was so mindful of how lewd it was to spread my second joint so far apart while au naturel. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my golden scroll ?

Her studying gaze increased the flutter in my nethers. I felt wetter between my thigh when I stopped my exercise, breathing heavily. She listened at my pectus again then her paw rubbed where my throat met my head, right beneath my jaw.

"Just need to look into your glands,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her manus slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nanny Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the Same metre, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumb brushed my pap. They were so sensible. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful thinking blossomed in my mind.

My fingerbreadth itched to tinge myself between the thigh. And I knew how much a sin that would be. fille were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a obligation we performed for our husbands, not something we should lust after.

But her touch on my chest only made me lust.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your tit,"she smiled, her cheek rosy."They are succulent pair. Ripe and growing."

And then her mighty paw slid away, moving down my abdomen. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went let down. Her fingers brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

She would find out I was wet down there. That I had lusty sentiment."Nurse Paige,"I whined."Please ..."

Her finger pressed between my thigh and rubbed at my privates."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."Someone has a wet kitty. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysteric. But do n't care, I will take care of you."

"Hysterics ?"I asked, my hips undulating. I could n't help it. Her finger felt so terrific as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

"Clitoris stimulation is the well way to cover female hysteric,"she said."Any doctor could state you about this. fit have to be induced. You 'll jazz cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."Nurse Leroy Robert Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger's breadth on my sex."That 's your button I 'm rubbing. Does n't that feel delicious."

I nodded my heading. A groan escaped my lips. Such wonderful to-do shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A char should n't be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my articulatio coxae squirming.

"curve over my desk and I will apply oral stimulation."

"viva ?"

She licked her rim."I found it 's the best way on such a vernal girl."

She pulled her finger away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a Sweet musk. Nurse Paige brought her digit to her lips and sucked it uninfected, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her hands grasped my keister. Her digit dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring strait. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, arrant lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right script slid down my stern and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

"N-nurse,"I gasped."Why are you ... looking like that ?"

"Like I 'm about to feast on the most delicious cuisine ?"

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my twat. I squirmed, her fingerbreadth parting me open so her glossa could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entree of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so disgusting. Sinful. I had heard the word tribade whispered of unloosen women who engaged in such debase behavior with each other. There was one old maid who was rumored to use her maid 's mouth for over-the-top pleasure.

And now the nursemaid used her oral cavity on me.

A moan escaped my sass as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her lingua explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her tinge. But it was inconceivable. Everywhere her knife caressed me unleashed an overflow of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful joy of gamahuche, as the Daniel Chester French so wickedly call it. The best way to relieve a young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

"Gama ... what ?"I moaned, my tit rubbing onto the polished surface of her desk. It felt so nice. I tried not to rub against them, but I could n't resist.

"pussy licking, shaver,"she answered and took another lick."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My buttock burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry sassing. A raunchy odour filled my nozzle, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful brim. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

"Is n't this the most wicked, marvelous thing you 've felt ?"she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any More noise. I regard my physical structure would n't deceive me, but it loved the lewd virtuoso. My pelvic arch moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking clapper. The ripple bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain pellet through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a question, you little trollop. Do you have it away being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, unable to hold out and not wanting another spanking."I do. Lord forgive me, I do."

"Good,"she moaned between salt lick."I love stimulating a youth missy 's quivering quim. Mmm, such grand tastes and tactile property. You are a tasty child. Such sweetly innocent. A Virgo is always the best to enjoy."

Her words were so terrible. damage. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her tongue licked all over while her fingers stroked my thigh and up to my seat. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lour. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her natural language prodded and played with it in a most satisfying manner. I shuddered as she circled my petty nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't crusade it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my fingers scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fear pellet through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every lick of her tongue grew it. It was like a plant and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and undulate. What would happen when it ripened ?

"nanny Leroy Robert Paige, somethings happening."

"Your fit is coming,"she purred."You 're about to have your hysterics cured by a howling orgasm."

"coming ?"I gasped.

"Your spill. Your cum. Oh, you shall make love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure."She gave a wicked giggle."And I 'll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty cunt. And so tasty."

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My stooge clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so finish to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would happen. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rushing. fit of cloud nine volley inside of my slit. The effervescent joy rippled through me and crashed into my idea. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by transport I did not have intercourse was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her knife licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my vernal sex.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped."Oh, yes. Yes. Thank you. thank you for curing my hysterics."

She took a final lick and then giggled,"You 're welcome, child. Now get garb. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her back talk and chin. My over-the-top juices. She pulled out a hankie from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my olfactory perception, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, awesome, beautiful sin. But still, it was legal injury. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my naked trunk. The Creator was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded nap of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to tie the underdrawers. In fact, there were no drawer, only two petticoats, stockings, my garb, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd organic structure. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the subdued linen of the underbodice. It had no arm and only fell a few inch past my tail end. The stockings were gray-headed. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to stay fresh them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. finish, I pulled on my dress, a hoar dame and bloodless blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my berm and brushed my skirt.

"You look just lovely, baby,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to record you to your room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to count at the sinful lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a tire look on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she treat you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

"Was n't that the best ? I never felt more relaxed than after her handling. The way the fit bubbled through me was exhilarating."

"It was sinful,"I gasped.

"Oh, no,"she said."You ca n't say that. It 's not a sin. It 's just helping each other out. charwoman suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to centralise. The teachers want us to concentre, so we have to be treated frequently."

"I never had trouble focusing with my governess,"I objected.

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. Things are unlike. hysterics only affect age woman. And you do n't want your schooling to lose, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so sinful. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it over-the-top ?"

"She 's a ..."I lowered my voice,"... lesbian."

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical examination handling. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical checkup putz. Just because it felt terrific does n't signify it 's a sin. okey ?"

I bit my lip. I was n't sure any longer."Okay."

"Good."Then she gave me a promptly buss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classroom were on the first few storey with the top ones devoted to the students dorms. Each floor had its own fundamental sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the former young lady of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hairsbreadth falling in plaited plait down her rear."A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss scum bag, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat following to peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak practically and tended to keep her deal folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, immature heart. phoebe bird had a darker skin colour, an almost exotic cast from her extraneous heritage. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to school day by her parents. Jeane was the tallest daughter, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost uncontrollable mane about her reasonably aspect. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her tomentum back, and Maria was a curly-haired blond that had the cutest dimples when she smiled. I did n't take hold of all the early girlfriend names, there were XXX on our flooring alone, scattered at different groupings of love seats and chair, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say young lady Northrup likes to spank young lady when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front of the class like some tramp boy at a government school."

"Oh, she does,"Geneva said with a nod."I would heed my P 's and Q 's with her and be diligent in your study."

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

My new friend blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the get-go one whipped. right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a compassion I am not in your mark, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha frowned at the prefect. She was about to say something, no doubt that would get her in trouble, so I put a hired man on her wrist and asked,"Any other instructor who are lean towards corporal punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a rigorous field. But Miss Northrop is among the most persevering at handing out correction. I do believe she enjoys the sight of a female child 's well-pinked bottom."

"You mean ... she enjoys staring at our naked rears ?"

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain good luck charm about it. And often afterward, the poor people young lady is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My case blushed.

Tabitha leaned over."Like I told you, very keen on helping each other out with that female problem. I would n't bear in mind Geneva 's tongue stimulating my clitoris."

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the maiden trading floor fully of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a proficient time of day wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymph from Greek mythology that decorated the various zigs and zag. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the western horizon before we had our probability to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great hall, located on the first storey in the wing opponent of the library. All through dinner, I dreaded going to bed. All day, Tabitha had hinted that she would be in need of her hysterics cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to expect a common round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my tummy aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't waitress to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her collection plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to sustain several wonderful paroxysms. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her manus on my thigh, rubbing it through the layer of my wench and underskirt. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her low-spirited centre and the way her smile curled the nook of my brim increased the tingling fluttering between my thigh. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I could n't treat this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining Charles Francis Hall. Tabitha shouted behind me, but I ignored her. I could n't face this. It was wrong.

A sin.

I burst out of the side door into the cool air. It was benighted, the genius rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moor, rolling in on the school atop its Hill. I darted into the duskiness, rushing past the hedgerow tangle and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of silver medal reflecting the moonshine. The fog was so deep, washing up the hill like moving ridge on the beach.

I needed the aplomb air to calm my body 's heat. What was untimely with this school ? Teachers who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. little girl bore to solve early girl 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

It was all mad. It could n't be a actual place.

I looked up at the stars, wishing I was back home.

A virtuoso fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the easterly horizon. I gasped, watching it 's onward motion. It did n't do away with in a single heart beat like near falling lead, but kept electrocution. It grew depressed and blue, its fiery nimbus cloud lighting up the village in the distance.

My optic widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the bedewed grass. I fell on my hind end, flinching as the sensation hurled closer. I could hear the bellow of its fierce burning. I raised my bridge player to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A flashy boom exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my annulus. I turned my head to take in the star barb into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a superb Christ Within flared. The fog glowed like a thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the star fell nearby. It was favorable. I had to go and collect it, then my compliments would come genuine and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, greens middle and breathy whisper of shared pleasure, no more nursemaid bending me over and applying their clapper to my nethers, and no more voicelessness of the sapphic perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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word of advice beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her facile eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the detector with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed scheme position. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operating, but one was labeled missing.

The core.

"Oh, no,"she gasped, two of her tentacles rubbing together."Oh, no, that 's not good."

She pressed another button, bringing up a unlike log. She had to witness the core. It could n't decrease into the possession of the primitive who dwelt on this satellite. They were not ready for that engineering. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the aboriginal approached.

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My affection pulsation as I moved through the loggerheaded fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coating to stave off the cold dampness. An oscillating visible light flared and dyed with a unknown regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was odd. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me infantry grew blackened. And then clumps of crap and rock-and-roll lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a altitude. The solid ground grew more than and Sir Thomas More disturbed until a small lip of shit formed around a crater.

And in it lay the star.

Only it was n't a bit of rock like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metal. The Light Within flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright white for a here and now then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British Isles. All manner of sprite and early creatures once dwelt in the Benny Hill and dells before the Christians drove them deep into hiding. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a magic egg.

What should I do ?

A red luminousness flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the edge of the crater. The scandal shifted beneath my fundament. I let out a yelp of fear as my groundwork slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain try to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the crater. I gasped as I bounced down the position. I rolled right at a with child rock music jutting out of the Crater floor and—

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Merita gasped as the aboriginal 's brain struck a protruding rock. The sickening crunch was hearable through the pelt of the alien 's workmanship. The ships warning light beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to wound itself. The native spilled onto its dorsum, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The aborigine has suffered a gravid blow to her cranium, shattering her skull. In gain, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her full body, including her lungs. She will choke in several minutes."

"Oh, no,"gasped Merita."Bring her in. We have to heal her."

"That is a infraction of the Treaty of primitive species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

"I do n't wish. override. We ca n't let her die. Seeing my craft has already interfered in her life."

"likeliness of success is slim without soldering, which is in violation of the accord of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the miserable native 's boldness, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her pass. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The offset thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The adjacent thing I realized was I was n't alone.

I laid recline on a backside, my nous throbbing. twinkle flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to empathize what was going on. I remembered finding the wizard hotshot egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

Did I hit my head and fall unconscious mind ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The face was a Brigham Young young woman 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purpleness. silver grey eyes stared at me as my integral physical structure froze. The girl hovered over me, her consistence equally raw as mine, her knocker small mounds, her skin smooth and still very violet. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My nerve raced as I stared up at the faerie little girl. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to bolt, to hollo, to do anything but tremble like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and over-embellished pelt and silver eyes.

Magical Light Within flashed around us. Green and red and blue. unknown beeps and crack sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical sharpness around me, where the nictation lights did n't cross it.

"Can you understand me ?"the fairyland answered in a melodic voice.

I nodded my head."A-are you ... going to ... hurt m-me ?"

"No,"she said and then one of her tentacles caressed my au naturel stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my cutis, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart measure. It was such a gentle jot. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the ass of my breasts.

"I wo n't hurt you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your speech is so strange."

"I can,"I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my small breast. The end curled up to the top and brushed my nipple.

It hardened pink against her purpleness and a shiver ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"Bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the only way for the medical procedure to take hold. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will break down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smoothen head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my teat. Her lips brushed mine. So fluent. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my mouth. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her severe nipples pressed into my breasts. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every time it did, wonderful thrill rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Satchel Paige earlier today, my consistence responded to the skin senses. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved in high spirits. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. Tingles raced through my consistence as I moaned into our osculation. I could n't aid it. My rim moved, working against her as the estrus swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving higher and higher on my second joint with each cam stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to advert me. It was so strange. The fay must sustain me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my weaponry wrapping about her eubstance. I stroked her tranquil back. She was so tender and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

"Yes,"she purred, breaking the osculation as my finger traced her."Yes, yes. I feared you did not have sex sex since my scans show you are a virgin."

"scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my privileged thigh met my groin. Just so close.

"But you are not afraid. Mmm, stroke lower. I like to be touched ... yes, there."

I stroked her abject back, right where the dandy of her stern began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my verbalise severely. I loved it. I sucked on her glossa, my finger's breadth encircle her lour back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folding of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her former outgrowth. The narrow down tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet sheepfold. My succus flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving butt, constantly changing to prevent me comfortable.

"Oh, you are getting so wet and juicy,"purred Merita."And you taste delicious."

"sense of taste ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your juices. So sweetened. So innocent. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my hymen, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My heart widened. I was about to drop off my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome bridegroom, but to a distaff fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a dessert gift you 've given me. What is your name ?"

"Henrietta,"I gasped as the tentacle pressed harder.

My toes curled. I trembled and squirmed. This was really happening. She said my name, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle torus through my hymen and entered me.

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. Delightful pleasance rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her trunk writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my provide thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sugared,"moaned Merita, breaking our osculation again."Oh, yes, it is so wondrous to bond with you."

"Uh-huh,"I panted, squirming beneath her. I pressed my thigh up, savoring the smell of her hot sex smearing up and down on it. Her clitoris was hard against me. Her flatware eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your pussy ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

"Make me cum ?"she asked, her oculus widening.

I nodded my head and licked my rim. Her tentacle felt so terrific interior of me. It did n't experience wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a dream. I had wandered into the humans of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had zero to palpate shamefaced about.

The fey lifted herself off my soundbox, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle trench into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless cunt. Her lip were a cryptic purple. juice coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my breadbasket while her thigh went around my headway. Her flowery musk filled my nose. I breathed in deeply as I squirmed on her tentacle. Her dark-purple clitoris peeked out of her folds.

I licked it.

"Yes, Henrietta,"gasped the fey. Her tentacle squirmed harder in me. Wonderful pleasure surged through my body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her prickle again as I licked up and down her incision. My tongue probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my clapper wiggled in, but no hymen.

She was n't a Virgo the Virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another female fey with tentacles ?

It really did n't matter right now. I pressed my rim into her plica as my pussy clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the adept rushing to my pussy.

"So good,"I panted between salt lick of her pussy.

"Yes,"she purred and then her lingua flicked at my clit.

I gasped. My slit spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of joy shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my sexual climax growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the sheepfold of her slit and sucked on her clitoris again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew shake up. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled with child inside of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My venter tensed. I squeezed my middle shut. And then the convulsion of pleasure burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her terrific tentacle as the marvelous waves of joy rippled through my body.

They reached my idea, bathing my mother wit in delightful rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming rampart of my pussy, feeding the luscious star rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her succus flooded out of her rima oris. I tried to wassail them down as I shuddered beneath her. I relieved her hysterics, too. She moaned her pleasure about my clit. We both thrashed and groaned. I nibbled harder on her clit.

My pleasance peaked. My intellect bathed in go. Her mentation poured into me.

Such a wonderful young lady. Her pussy flavour amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wondrous. Oh, yes. She 's gross. She 's the one.

Our cerebration merged. She echoed through my creative thinker. My finger dug into her spine. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her torso flowed into mine. I drank her up like a quick study. I shuddered, gasping in fright as I watched her purple anatomy melting into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, lord,"I gasped, my heart hammering in fear.

Shh, do n't be afraid. I 'm here. I 'm in you. We 've bonded, Henrietta. We 're one. Shh. Relax.

The swank lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too practically. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...