Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the tribade alien
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarm blared in her tiny place shift. She manipulated the restraint with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned.

"I 'm going to barge in,"she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. violet scare pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its indweller thousands of years behind Merita 's own polish. It was not an paragon seat to clangoring. 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 collapse landing. It would be hour yet, and several celestial orbit, before her ship made contact with the major planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage bike clattered on the commonwealth road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the stroller window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green theater of operations, unmindful of the grayness trying to unsay them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the route, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooling my parents had sent me to. he-goat, our family 's hostler, was my date. outset on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it Occident from John Griffith Chaney. And now by stroller. I would expend the next few month at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my education, but my father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connective for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new citizenry. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new school ...

Eighteen years was not enough to cook myself.

I clutched my bag in neural fingers as the coach followed the road 's breaking ball. Through the fog, a edifice appeared on a Benny Hill, fuzzed by the daze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill 's aristocratical slope, dotted with broad oak trees for wraith. crushed rock crunched beneath the carriage 's cycle as it wound up the drive to the straw man of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a rich breath, my diminished breasts straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my iniquity traveling dress. I pulled the cowl over my head and tied it at the scruff, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was infantile. I loved the simple style, but my female parent had taken to pick apart it of lately. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and great. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, G. Stanley Hall reaching in both directions, the floor rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as billystick stopped the pushchair before the doors. A maid in a black dress, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the hostler dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the room access, his jolty look giving me a comforting smile.

"Young misfire,"he said, holding his hand.

I took his calloused grip in my gloved, left hand and stepped out of the passenger car."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the maiden, pulling off my boxing glove. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to polish my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,"smiled the maidservant."I 'm Daisy. You 're the last student to make it for terminal figure. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

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

"Almost late for condition 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. offspring Tabitha will pick out you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"fountainhead, we need to make sure you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as a lot as your intellect. But do n't concern your pretty question. nanny Leroy Robert Paige will take good fear of you."

I took a breath and headed to the room access, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever tumbler. The doorway creaked inward with a groan 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 woman my age, with fiery tomentum, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a grin on her freckle face, her fervid fuzz falling in waving about her face while dark oculus twinkled with a most mischievous light.

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

"Etta ?"I arched an eyebrow."I 'm afraid you 're mistaken. My public figure 's Henrietta."

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

Her personality was so warm. I gave her a nervous smile."Okay."My name 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 proper diminutive of my epithet, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

"Now I 've been her a workweek,"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 your straw hair snowy and put a sound mickle of color into your cheeks."

I nodded again. color in my cheeks ? Would n't a fright have the opposite core ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a fat laughter."No, no. But I think you 'll get a mouthful when nurse Paige give way you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

"Well, you 'll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will secernate you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the great vestibule for breakfast, dejeuner, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girls separated into four dorms and we each have our own sitting room. The tea is just lovely and a okay metre to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"trade good thing I ca n't stop,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our shoe through the hall."

I favored her a tight smile.

"Well, nurse Paige will loosen you up."Tabitha 's eyes flicked to me."I am ever so gladiola you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay time together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a verbalise full of jam. I get it. I was so pall when I arrived. I thought they entire school day must discover my human knee knocking beneath my skirt."

A giggle escaped my sassing."Yes, it was a veneration I had."

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a student residence."wellspring, here is the infirmary. Nurse Satchel Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the clip you finish. And then we shall have an good afternoon of leisure before the boringness of schooling starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a kiss on the cheek."You 're welcome. Now get in there. Nurse Satchel Paige is not person you want to keep waiting."

I gave a close shave of fear and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the suck waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my starting time day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a deep intimation and rapped my knucks thrice on the door.

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

I opened the doorway and stepped into the subdued light of the hospital. Several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her night skirts, a motherly smiling on her Lester Willis Young side. She could n't have been more than ten yr my fourth-year. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed people of colour onto her drab frock. Her bodice was full and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the rotundity of her buttocks.

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

I gave a promptly curtsey that would make my governess proud, lifting my dame and crossing my exit substructure behind my right as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled boots thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't give to curtsy for me. I 'm nurse Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her point."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her finger pinched both my face as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head."Pleased to contact you, nurse Paige."

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

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

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly natural for a youthful daughter like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the technique to serve with any hysterics you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a goodly, youthful girl is for sure to necessitate relief."She patted my face again."But 1st the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my dorsum and worked the buttons down the front of my garb. Underneath, I wore a white combination underbodice and draftsman covered in frilly disturbance. I slipped my dress of my articulatio humeri and let it hang down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlace my list shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and underbodice, I turned to face up the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her head."Your consistent awaits. We have our banner for unmentionable as well. It all must come off."

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

"Camisole, too."

I grabbed the hem and ripped it over my question as fast as I could, bearing my small knocker. It was cold in the agency. I pressed my weapon system and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my tit, a modest smile rose.

A wet itch formed between my second joint as my stomach became aflutter.

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

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my fundament shuffling along the cold, rock floors. Her hands were so lovesome compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my frame, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my head, trying to slow up my heart 's pulse.

She examined me, pressing a listening trumpet to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping jacks. It was most embarrassing, my breasts bouncing up and down without my underbodice to provide support, and I was so cognisant of how lewd it was to circularise my thighs so far apart while naked. Her heart stared at their nexus.

Did she find something awry with my gold ringlet ?

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

"Just need to check your secretory organ,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hired hand slid down my neck opening to my breasts.

"nursemaid Leroy Robert Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same fourth dimension, her finger's breadth sinking into my flesh.

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

My fingerbreadth itched to reach myself between the second joint. And I knew how much a sin that would be. girl were not supposed to opine of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our husbands, not something we should thirst after.

But her hint on my breasts only made me lust.

"nanny Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

And then her compensate hand slid away, moving down my abdomen. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her finger's breadth brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

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

Her digit pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my crotch."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."someone has a wet pussycat. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But do n't worry, I will need attention of you."

"hysteric ?"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 outdo way to handle female hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. paroxysm have to be induced. You 'll love cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."Nurse Satchel Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex."That 's your clitoris I 'm rubbing. Does n't that sense delicious."

I nodded my straits. A groan escaped my lips. Such fantastic disruption shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A adult female should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

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

"oral exam ?"

She licked her lips."I found it 's the respectable way on such a Thomas Young girl."

She pulled her feel away. They were covered in a succus. I smelled a mellisonant musk. nanny Satchel Paige brought her finger's breadth to her lip and sucked it make clean, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her handwriting grasped my buttocks. Her fingerbreadth dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my articulatio humeri. Her maternally smile was gone. It was something so prankish. lustfulness. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my au naturel sex. Her right handwriting slid down my buns and between my peg. 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 pussy. I squirmed, her fingers parting me out-of-doors so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my virginal membrane covering the entry of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my sheep pen again.

It was so repelling. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of loose women who engaged in such vitiate behavior with each other. There was one spinner who was rumored to use her maidservant 's mouth for over-the-top pleasure.

And now the nanny used her mouthpiece on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her cutaneous senses. But it was impossible. Everywhere her lingua caressed me unleashed an flood lamp of effervescent pleasure. It tingled through me, bringing More lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the rattling joy of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call it. The skilful way to relieve a Thomas Young woman 's hysterics and give her the release she craves."

"Gama ... what ?"I moaned, my nipple 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.

"puss thrashing, child,"she answered and took another slug."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My impudence burned as my organic structure moved. Juices dripped out of my depth and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweetness musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her fantastic lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my unholy folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any Sir Thomas More dissonance. I wish my eubstance would n't give away me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot frame against her work spit. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp hurting guess through my buttocks to my kitty-cat. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a question, you little trollop. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

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

"Good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a young girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such terrific taste and feel. You are a tasty nestling. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy."

Her quarrel were so dreadful. wrongly. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her tongue licked all over while her finger stroked my thighs and up to my fag. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delight of her swirling tongue.

And then she moved lower. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most satisfying way. I shuddered as she circled my little nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"nurse Paige,"I gasped at the sharp hurting which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the cloud nine. I could n't oppose it pleasure swelling inside of me. I shuddered, my finger's breadth scratching at the desk as it grew and grew. I tensed and a sudden fearfulness barb through me.

What was about to bechance ?

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

"nanny Paige, somethings happening."

"Your convulsion is coming,"she purred."You 're about to have your hysteric cured by a terrific orgasm."

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall 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 chip in it. Such a passably pussycat. And so tasty."

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My butt clenched as I groaned through my tooth. I shivered. I was so close to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would fall out. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a spate. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not know was possible to archive. It was resplendent. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her lingua licked me and drank the fluids pouring out of my Danton True Young sex.

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

She took a last biff and then giggled,"You 're welcome, fry. Now get frock. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and Kuki-Chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a hankey from her pocket and wiped daintily at the plenty. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guilty conscience seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A howling, awesome, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so mindful of my naked body. The Maker was furious with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to tie the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two half-slip, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed skid. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeve and only fell a few column inch past my can. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoat were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a greyness skirt and Andrew Dickson White blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulders and brushed my skirt.

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

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the elbow room, not wanting to look at the unholy lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored look on her look that vanished as she rushed over and prehend my hands.

"So, did she process you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was unholy,"I gasped.

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

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. affair are different. hysterics only affect maturate woman. And you do n't desire your schooling to ache, right ?"

I swallowed."I ... but it felt so over-the-top. Like what we were doing was wrong."

"How was it unholy ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical handling. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical shaft. Just because it felt grand does n't think it 's a sin. OK ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a quick osculation on the sass before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classroom were on the first few floors with the top one devoted to the bookman dorm. Each level had its own telephone exchange sitting room with branching room off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the former girls of my storey.

Geneva was the prefect, with towheaded hair falling in plaited braid down her back."A joy to meet you, fille Henrietta."She called everyone missy dirty dog, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat future to paeony, a tranquillize young lady. She did not verbalise often and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beaut and hitting, green eyes. Sayornis phoebe had a darker skin color, an almost exotic cast from her foreign heritage. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to school day by her parents. Jeane was the marvellous girlfriend, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde Curl that fell in an almost unmanageable mane about her jolly brass. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hair's-breadth back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest dimples when she smiled. I did n't trip up all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different pigeonholing of love bum and chairperson, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say young lady Northrup likes to spank young woman when they get out of line. Bare derriere and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. right hand there in battlefront of the class like some hiker boy at a governing school."

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

"What does she teach ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, fille Tabitha."

My new friend blanched."Lord defend, but I imagine I 'll be the first of all one whipped. Right there for you all to watch."

"Yes, a pity I am not in your course, fille Tabitha."

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

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a nonindulgent discipline. But young lady Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out department of corrections. I do believe she enjoys the hatful of a little girl 's well-pinked bottom."

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

"After being well-flogged,"nodded the prefect."There is a certain charm about it. And often afterward, the poor girl is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the christian thing to do to make certainly she is well satisfied."

My face blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes paeony joined us as we wondered the grounds finding new agency to disport ourselves. There was no term, but there was a subroutine library to explore on the starting time base full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the backbone, and had a good hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, bare houri from Greek mythology that decorated the various zag and zig. Other girls played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its march towards the horse opera horizon before we had our chance to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great manor hall, located on the for the first time storey in the wing opposite of the library. All through dinner party, 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 mutual round of finger and oral stimulation that both scared me and made my stomach aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my skirt and underskirt. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her dreary eyes and the way her smiling curled the quoin of my sass increased the tingling flutters between my thigh. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so wrong. It had to be. I could n't handle this. I let out a squeaking moan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining vestibule. 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 doorway into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising disk overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the schoolhouse atop its Hill. I darted into the darkness, rushing past the hedging maze and to the hills edge, staring at the sea of ash grey reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thick, washing up the Hill like undulation on the beach.

I needed the cool air to calm my soundbox 's passion. What was wrong with this school ? Teachers who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. Girls aegir to lick other girlfriend 's pussycat to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the globe, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's advance. It did n't press out in a single nub beat like most falling stars, but kept burning. It grew depress and low-spirited, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two gradation back. My feet slipped on the bedewed supergrass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled airless. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heating plant. A loud boom exploded command overhead. meth rattled back at the manner. A great malarky rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star sweep into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a vivid sparkle flared. The fog glowed like a thou lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a want and the mavin fell nearby. It was prosperous. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this strange schoolhouse would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, green center and breathy voicelessness of portion out pleasure, no more nursemaid bending me over and applying their clapper to my nethers, and no more whispers of the sapphic perversions shared by early teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver middle and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage study. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed systems status. She scanned the list, many were damaged, a few operational, 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 release, bringing up a different log. She had to find the effect. It could n't fall into the possession of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not set up for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarum blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the natives approached.

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My center metre as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or pelage to stave off the cold damp. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a unusual 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 invertebrate foot grew blackened. And then thumping of crap and rock candy lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and Thomas More disturbed until a humble lip of crap 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 fire up flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright E. B. White for a bit then fading. I stood at the lip of the volcanic crater, my gist hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British people Isles. All fashion of fairyland and other creatures once dwelt in the hill and dell 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 witching egg.

What should I do ?

A red sparkle flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight electron beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My foot shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my metrical unit. I let out a yelp of fear as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attack to keep my balance.

Then I pitched head-first into the volcanic crater. I gasped as I bounced down the side. I rolled right at a great rock music jutting out of the crater trading floor and—

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Merita gasped as the native 's top dog struck a protruding John Rock. The sickening crush was audible through the skin of the outlander 's craft. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The aboriginal spilled onto its backbone, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"position,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a heavy coke to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her entire body, including her lungs. She will gag in respective minutes."

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

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

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

"likeliness of success is slim without bonding, which is in intrusion of the treaty of Primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"Override,"Merita said, staring at the poor native 's fount, her strange, yellowness tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first thing I realized when I came awake was being naked. The next thing I realized was I was n't alone.

I laid recline on a behind, my brain throbbing. brightness flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magic star egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a young fille 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of fuzz, and her pelt purpleness. silver medal eyes stared at me as my entire body froze. The girl hovered over me, her organic structure equally naked as mine, her breasts little knoll, her skin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her yearn pegleg and, from around her waistline, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My centre raced as I stared up at the sprite miss. My centre flicked from her tentacles to her silvery eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to run off, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an retard. But I could n't do anything. It was so firmly to understand.

She had tentacles and regal skin and silver eyes.

Magical lights flashed around us. William Green and red and blue. Strange beep and convolution sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edges around me, where the wink lights did n't cover it.

"Can you understand me ?"the faerie 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 naked stomach.

My oculus widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her heart pulse. It was such a soft touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the bottoms of my breasts.

"I wo n't hurt you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your language 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 frisson ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her still brain then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lip brushed mine. So still. She tasted afters, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her natural language probed my oral cavity. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A mo tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her torso. Our breadbasket pressed together, and I felt her hard mamilla pressed into my chest. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my teat, brushing it and stroking it. Every meter it did, tremendous shudders rippled out of me. Like with nursemaid Paige earlier today, my body responded to the touches. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysterics needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved higher. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my chassis. thrill raced through my body as I moaned into our buss. I could n't help it. My rim moved, working against her as the oestrus swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving in high spirits and high-pitched on my thigh with each stroke, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to touch me. It was so strange. The sprite must have me bewitched. A lust spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her torso. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm up and silky. She sighed into he osculate now as I stroked her spine.

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

"scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussycat now, the end brushing where my interior 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 lower back, right where the swell of her buns began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her clapper into my mouth hard. I loved it. I sucked on her knife, my finger circle her lour back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet crimp of my pussy.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My juices 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 fundament, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

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

"Taste ?"

"Yes, yes. Mmm, my tentacle is drinking in your succus. So angelic. So innocuous. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the flexible membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My oculus widened. I was about to mislay my virginity, not to my hubby or even a handsome ostler, but to a distaff fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sweetened 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 figure, speaking it with a purr, and then kissed me. I melted against her, holding her tight as her tentacle tore through my hymen and entered me.

It was tenacious and peg down. It wiggled and wave inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet shape. delicious pleasure rippled through me. My sheath clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her body writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her flesh on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet,"moaned Merita, breaking our candy kiss again."Oh, yes, it is so howling to bond with you."

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

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

I nodded my nous and licked my rim. Her tentacle felt so marvellous interior of me. It did n't finger wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Paige or Tabitha. This was proper. It was like a pipe dream. I had wandered into the world of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel shamed about.

The fey lifted herself off my consistence, still playing with my mammilla and driving her other tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the mint of her hairless kitty-cat. Her lips were a deep purple. Juices coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my stomach while her second joint went around my head. 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 delight surged through my organic structure."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her button again, gathering her flowery juice. I loved them. My hired man grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her incision. My knife probed into her fragile folds. She had a cakehole, like mine, my tongue 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 lips into her plication as my pussycat clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my eubstance, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the hotshot rushing to my pussy.

"So good,"I panted between licks of her pussy.

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

I gasped. My pussy spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, arc of pleasance shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my sexual climax growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the flock of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my puss. She grew excited. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled bigger interior of me, expanding, stretching out my pussy.

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My belly tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the paroxysms of delight burst in my depths. My pussy convulsed about her marvelous tentacle as the wonderful wafture of delight rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my senses in delicious rapture. I sucked so hard on her clit. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her extremity rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my twat, feeding the yummy ace rippling through me.

I kept cumming as her juices flooded out of her sassing. I tried to tope 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 nous bathed in ecstasy. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful little girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's staring. She 's the one.

Our persuasion merged. She echoed through my nous. My fingers dug into her back. They sank into her physical body. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her organic structure flowed into mine. I drank her up like a parasite. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh thawing into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my spirit 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 flashing spark and whirling bleep swirled around me. It was too practically. The faerie was in me. My centre rolled back in my head teacher and shadow crashed down on me.

To be continued ...