Boarding School Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the lesbian noncitizen
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the warning signal blared in her tiny space work shift. She manipulated the controls 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 arena and her locomotive engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a archaic planet, its inhabitants grand of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to renovate her craft.

But she had no choice. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a sympathetic masses. She leaned her rump back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hr yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planet atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The passenger car wheels clattered on the country road, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the pusher window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green field, unmindful of the gray trying to accept them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schooling my parents had sent me to. billy goat, our family unit 's stableman, was my bodyguard. First on the geartrain, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by pushchair. I would pass the next few calendar month 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 Father wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new the great unwashed. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new school ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my pocketbook in nervous finger's breadth as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a edifice appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the J. J. Hill 's gruntle side, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the stroller 's cycle as it wound up the parkway to the front man of the school.

My heart fluttered uncollectible. I took a mysterious breather, my small chest straining against my miserly bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my hood. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my grim traveling dress. I pulled the cowling over my head and tied it at the nucha, my blond pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my female parent had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a aloofness, it looked like any former county estate, but up close it was mammoth, residence reaching in both charge, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The cavalry neighed as Billy stopped the rig before the doors. A amah in a black dress, tweed apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The passenger car creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the crushed rock. He opened the threshold, his rough face giving me a comforting smile.

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

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch my luggage while I walked up to the housemaid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsey, a smile on her freckled expression. I swallowed, fighting the impulse to shine my skirt.

"fountainhead, what a joy to find you, Henrietta,"smiled the maid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the last student to get in for terminus. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

"Thank you, Daisy"I said, hoping my voice 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. Young Tabitha will make you to the school day 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to build for sure you 're in full wellness, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nourish your body as a good deal as your brain. But do n't worry your pretty headway. nurse Paige will carry good care of you."

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled kicking thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handgrip and my thumb pulled the lever. The doorway creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the senior high school windows overhead letting in lot of daylight. I saw no star sign of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with fiery hairsbreadth, stood in a what could only be the school 's uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her lentiginous face, her igneous hair falling in waves about her fount while blue eyes 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 name. I think Etta is better."Tabitha beamed."So that 's what I shall call you."

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

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

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

"The matter I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw fuzz white and put a good heap of colour into your cheeks."

I nodded again. gloss in my impertinence ? Would n't a fright have the opposite effect ?

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

"Is it ... haunted."

Tabitha gave a rich jape."No, no. But I think you 'll get a taste when nanny Paige throw you your examine. It is ... personal."

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

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

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the majuscule hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting rooms. There are about a hundred girlfriend separated into four dorms and we each have our own posing room. The tea is just lovely and a fine time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not a great deal of a talker."

I nodded.

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

I favored her a compressed smile.

"wellspring, Nurse Satchel Paige will loose you up."Tabitha 's optic flicked to me."I am ever so sword lily you are rooming with me. I think we shall have such a gay fourth dimension together."

"That sounds lovely."

She smiled."Oh, you can speak."

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

"Have a mouth to the full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they stallion shoal must hear my articulatio genus knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a manse."wellspring, here is the infirmary. nurse Leroy Robert 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 starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an ad libitum hug and a kiss on the cheek."You 're welcome. Now get in there. nurse Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting."

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not desire to keep the breastfeed waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. course of instruction had n't even started yet. I took a deeply breath and rapped my knuckle joint thrice on the door.

"cum in,"a pleasant vocalisation said, at odds with what I expected. The voice sounded young, not the prat, firm vocalisation like my governess had. Was Tabitha salting my soup ? She had me all stressed expecting a rigorous disciplinarian.

I opened the room access and stepped into the soft twinkle of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one paries leading to a desk where a charwoman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark doll, a motherly smile on her Cy Young face. She could n't have been more than ten years my senior. Her blonde tomentum fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed color onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the annulus 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

I gave a quick curtsy that would take a shit my governess proud, lifting my doll and crossing my left foot behind my rightfield as I dipped. Her grin only grew as she walked forward, her heeled kick thudding on the stone floors.

"Now, now, you do n't hold to curtsey for me. I 'm nursemaid Paige."She stopped before me, nodding her head."Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta."

Her finger's breadth pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my thread maker auntie Margarete would. I kept my smiling 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 band on my abdomen.

I blinked and shifted, a nervous shiver running down to my nethers.

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly lifelike for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my interrogation will calm you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysteric you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a salubrious, young girl is sure to necessitate relief."She patted my cheek again."But first the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my vertebral column and worked the buttons down the forepart of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and pants covered in frilly disturbance. I slipped my garb of my shoulders 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 unlaced my heeled place. Stripped to my stockings, underdrawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her head."Your uniform awaits. We have our criterion for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a deep breather and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my drawers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my wooden leg, baring my second joint 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 belittled breasts. It was cold in the federal agency. I pressed my arms and thigh tight together, licking my back talk. Her oculus fell on my breasts, a small smile rose.

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

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

Her paw touched my rosehip and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my feet shuffling along the cold, rock floors. Her hand were so warm compared to the air. Her thumbs stroked my flesh, brushing my side and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

I nodded my caput, trying to slow my heart 's beat.

She examined me, pressing a listening horn to my chest and sounding my heartbeat and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping old salt. It was most embarrassing, my chest bouncing up and down without my camisole to render support, and I was so cognizant of how lewd it was to spread my second joint so far apart while naked. Her eyes stared at their nexus.

Did she find something improper with my golden curls ?

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

"Just pauperism to check your glands,"she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her script slid down my neck to my breasts.

"nanny Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the Sami time, her fingerbreadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumb brushed my tit. They were so sensitive. A quiver raced through my soundbox I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as sinful mentation blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to come to myself between the thighs. And I knew how much a sin that would be. Girls were not supposed to think of sex. It was merely a duty we performed for our husbands, not something we should lust after.

But her tactile sensation on my breast only made me lust.

"Nurse Satchel Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your breasts,"she smiled, her face rosy."They are lush distich. Ripe and growing."

And then her right hand slid away, moving down my tum. I drew in a breath as she caressed around my belly button, then she went blue. Her digit brushed the golden lock adorning my pudenda.

She would recover out I was wet down there. That I had lusty thoughts."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 hysterics. But do n't concern, I will assume aid of you."

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

"clitoris stimulus is the best way to process female person hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll hump cumming."

"Cumming ?"

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

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so ill-timed. A woman should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my rosehip squirming.

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

"Oral ?"

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

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

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her fingerbreadth dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring speech sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly grin was gone. It was something so wicked. luxuria. Pure, perfect lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her justly manus slid down my rear and between my ramification. She rubbed at my downy fuzz 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 kitty. I squirmed, her finger parting me spread so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the Word of God lesbian whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved doings with each early. There was one spinner who was rumored to use her maiden 's lip for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my brim as she licked again. So slow. My rose hip shook as her spit explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her sense of touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her clapper caressed me unleashed an flood of sparkling pleasure. It tingled through me, bringing more salacious groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the terrific delight of gamahuche, as the French people so wickedly call it. The best way to palliate a young woman 's hysteric and give her the exit she craves."

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

"slit licking, kid,"she answered and took another lap."And is n't it delightful ?"

I did n't want to answer. My cheeks burned as my consistency moved. Juices dripped out of my deepness and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet-flavored musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful rim. Her glossa licked and flicked, caressing all my wicked folds.

"Is n't this the most revolting, wondrous affair you 've felt ?"she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I regard my body would n't denounce me, but it loved the obscene sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her solve lingua. The rippling bubbled through me, stimulating my physical structure and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her script cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain dig through my prat to my pussycat. I groaned."nurse ?"

"I asked you a question, you little slut. Do you jazz being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, ineffective to jib and not wanting another spanking."I do. Maker forgive me, I do."

"Good,"she moaned between poke."I love stimulating a new girl 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet inexperienced person. A Virgo is always the dear to enjoy."

Her Word of God were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her natural language licked all over while her finger's breadth stroked my second joint and up to my behind. 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 short nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"Nurse Paige,"I gasped at the penetrating painfulness 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 press 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 shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

Her every poke of her knife grew it. It was like a works and her stimulation the sunlight that it needed. It drank in every wonderful pleasure. I groaned and flap. What would happen when it ripened ?

"Nurse Paige, somethings happening."

"Your convulsion is coming,"she purred."You 're about to sustain your hysterics cured by a wonderful orgasm."

"sexual climax ?"I gasped.

"Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysteric and wanting my cure."She gave a wicked giggle."And I 'll be inclined to give it. Such a pretty pussy. 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 materialize. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of blissfulness burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent joy rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysteric were cured by cristal I did not fuck was possible to archive. It was brilliant. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her natural language licked me and drink in the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

"Nurse Leroy Robert 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, fry. Now get clothes. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her brim and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a hankie from her pouch and wiped daintily at the slew. She inhaled the hankey, reveling in my smell, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a atrocious sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so aware of my bare body. The God Almighty was wild with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckle to attached the bloomers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my apparel, and a duo of sturdy, healed skid. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd soundbox. My pap were still hard and tingled against the soft linen paper of the camisole. It had no sleeve and only fell a few inches past my seat. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to hold on them firmly held up to my genu. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my dress, a grizzly skirt and white 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, child,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to express you to your elbow room. Then you have the day free."

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to attend at the unholy 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 intervention. The way the convulsion 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 early out. Women suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to centralize. The teachers want us to concentre, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're eighteen now. Maturing. thing are different. Hysterics only affect fledged char. And you do n't want your schooling to put up, right ?"

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

"How was it iniquitous ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to get us. Those are medical checkup tool. Just because it felt marvelous does n't imply it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

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

I was given a enlistment of the schoolhouse. The classrooms were on the firstly few floors with the top 1 devoted to the pupil dorms. Each floor had its own exchange sitting room with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other little girl of my floor.

Holland gin was the prefect, with ash-blonde pilus falling in plaited braid down her backbone."A pleasure to suffer you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss lowlife, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat side by side to Peony, a quiet girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her hands folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and hitting, green eye. Phoebe had a darker skin colour, an almost exotic mold from her extraneous heritage. She was from Calpe, sent to shoal by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde Robert Curl that fell in an almost uncontrollable mane about her moderately face. Darcy had a Brobdingnagian, tap bow keeping her haircloth back, and Maria was a curly-haired blonde that had the cutest pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the early girls epithet, there were 30 on our flooring alone, scattered at dissimilar grouping of sexual love hind end and chair, sipping their tea and gossiping.

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

"Oh, she does,"Holland gin 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, Miss Tabitha."

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

"Yes, a pity I am not in your grade, 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 bridge player on her wrist and asked,"Any early teachers who are run towards corporal punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a strict correction. But Miss John Howard Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out chastening. I do believe she enjoys the sight of a 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 magic spell about it. And often afterward, the pitiable miss is in need of her hysterics cured. It is the Christian matter to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My grimace blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a ruby burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the evidence finding new ways to amuse ourselves. There was no terminal figure, but there was a program library to explore on the commencement story good of account book, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a maze at the back, and had a undecomposed 60 minutes wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Greek mythology that decorated the diverse zigs and zig. Other missy played a secret plan of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its MArch towards the western horizon before we had our hazard to play.

We headed in for dinner in the cracking hall, located on the first floor 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 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 scale."I 'm all aflutter. I need to take in several rattling fit. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my dame and half-slip. My back straighted. The lewd luminance shining in her blueing eyes and the way her grinning curled the corner of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my second joint. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

But it was so legal injury. It had to be. I could n't handle this. I let out a squeaking groan and then jumped off the trestle and rushed out of the dining 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 chill air. It was drear, the stars rising command processing overhead time while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its Alfred Hawthorne. I darted into the wickedness, rushing past the hedge tangle and to the Hill edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thickly, washing up the hill like wave on the beach.

I needed the cool air to quieten my body 's heat. What was amiss with this schoolhouse ? teacher who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. girl tidal bore to puzzle out other girl 's cunt to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the easterly horizon. I gasped, watching it 's advance. It did n't extinguish in a single heart beat like most falling whiz, but kept electrocution. It grew depressed and lower, its fiery aureole lighting up the settlement in the distance.

My heart widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two steps back. My feet slipped on the dewy Gunter Wilhelm Grass. I fell on my back end, flinching as the whizz hurled tightlipped. I could get word the hollering of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A flashy boom exploded smash. Glass rattled back at the manner. A corking wind rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to watch the star slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a bright light 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 lucky. I had to go and collect it, then my compliments would come unfeigned and this strange school would become normal. No more Tabitha dewy, fleeceable oculus and breathy whispers of shared pleasure, no Sir Thomas More nurses bending me over and applying their tongue to my nethers, and no more whispers of the Sapphic sexual perversion shared by former teachers.

It would be normal.

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Warning beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silver eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensors with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The text appeared in the air, glowing green as it displayed system of rules 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 core. It could n't return into the self-will of the primitives who dwelt on this satellite. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the account, a new alarm blared.

A propinquity alarm.

One of the indigene approached.

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My heart beat as I moved through the thick fog. It billowed around me and I shivered, wishing I wore a cloak or coat to stave in off the dusty dampness. An oscillating twinkle flared and dyed with a strange regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flash ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then clumps of filth and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a stature. The solid ground grew more and Sir Thomas More disturbed until a small lip of dirt 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 source flared from the top of the egg, glowing vivid T. H. White for a minute then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my heart hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British islet. All manner of fairyland and other creatures once dwelt in the Hill and dingle before the Christians drove them deep into concealment. Was this one of theirs ? Had a fey fallen from the sky and crashed here. Or, perhaps, laid a wizardly egg.

What should I do ?

A red visible radiation flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My feet shifted on the sharpness of the crater. The scandal shifted beneath my foot. I let out a yip of fear as my substructure slipped into the impression, rocks cascading before me. My arms pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep on my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the native 's foreland struck a protruding rock. The sickening crush was audible through the skin of the foreigner 's craftsmanship. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the indigen, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its book binding, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"Status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The aboriginal has suffered a large blow 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 several minutes."

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

"That is a infringement of the Treaty of primitive person specie, 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."

"Likelihood of succeeder is slim without bonding, which is in misdemeanor of the accord of Primitive species, clause 12, Paragraph 7, Section C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the poor indigen 's face, her strange, yellowed tentacles extending from her school principal. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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

I laid recline on a prat, my head throbbing. light source flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the wizard star topology egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

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

The face was a young girl 's, her head smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her hide purple. Silver eyes stared at me as my entire trunk froze. The female child hovered over me, her trunk equally bare as mine, her boob humble mound, her struggle smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long pegleg and, from around her shank, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My essence raced as I stared up at the fairyland young lady. My eyes flicked from her tentacles to her silver center and back to her tentacles. I wanted to run off, to holler, to do anything but tremble like an changeling. But I could n't do anything. It was so hard to understand.

She had tentacles and purplish skin and Ag eyes.

Magical brightness level flashed around us. viridity and red and blue. strange beep and pass sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the orbicular bound around me, where the blinking lights did n't extend it.

"Can you understand me ?"the fay 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 nude stomach.

My eyes widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her middle beatnik. It was such a gentle touch. The tentacle circled my bellybutton and then moved higher, brushing the tail end 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 purple and a shiver ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

"soldering with you,"she answered."It 's the but way for the health check procedure to conduct clasp. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal cord, but without bonding with me, they will relegate down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth question then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my tit. Her sassing brushed mine. So tranquil. She tasted sweet, like honey. I did n't know what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my back talk. I let her as I lay rigidly beneath her. A indorsement tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her body. Our tum pressed together, and I felt her intemperate pap 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 clip it did, wonderful frisson rippled out of me. Like with nanny Leroy Robert Paige earlier today, my soundbox responded to the touches. The heating plant swelled in my puss, hysterics needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to touch me. It was so unknown. The faerie must deliver me bewitched. A lust magic spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so tender and silky. She sighed into he osculate now as I stroked her spine.

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

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my cunt now, the end brushing where my inner second joint met my groyne. 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 beau of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her spit into my sassing intemperate. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my finger encircle her low-spirited back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet folds of my snatch.

I spasmed. My pap ached against her other appendage. The peg down 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 consistency. I heaved beneath her, my pelvic girdle undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving derriere, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

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

"perceptiveness ?"

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

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my hymen, the pliable membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to misplace my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome groom, but to a female fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a mellisonant endowment you 've given me. What is your public figure ?"

"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 tore through my Hymen and entered me.

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and undulated interior 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 soundbox writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left thigh. She smeared her figure on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet,"moaned Merita, breaking our buss again."Oh, yes, it is so marvelous to alliance with you."

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

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

I nodded my head and licked my brim. Her tentacle felt so fantastic inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a pipe dream. I had wandered into the world of faery and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to palpate guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my body, still playing with my nipple and driving her early tentacle deep into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the visual sense of her hairless pussy. Her lips were a deep purple. juice coated her flesh and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my abdomen while her thighs went around my brain. Her flowery musk filled my nozzle. 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 body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clit again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My hand grasped her back, stroking her back again as I licked up and down her dent. My tongue probed into her frail sheep pen. She had a yap, like mine, my clapper wiggled in, but no hymen.

She was n't a virgin. Had she lost her maidenhead to another distaff fey with tentacles ?

It really did n't count right now. I pressed my lips into her folds as my puss clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my body, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the esthesis 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, sparks of pleasance shooting through me. My convulsion swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the plica of her pussy and sucked on her clit again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew agitate. She tremble and moaned. The tentacle swelled grown inside 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 pleasure explosion in my profoundness. My snatch convulsed about her grand tentacle as the howling waves of delight rippled through my body.

They reached my mind, bathing my sens in toothsome rapture. I sucked so arduous on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her member rippled, caressing the spasming paries of my pussy, feeding the delicious wizard rippling through me.

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

My pleasure peaked. My mind bathed in hug drug. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful daughter. Her pussy tactile property amazing. So juicy. So sweet. So grand. Oh, yes. She 's complete. She 's the one.

Our intellection merged. She echoed through my mind. My digit dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fright as I watched her purple flesh thaw into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my centre hammer 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 lights and whirling beeps swirled around me. It was too much. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and darkness crashed down on me.

To be continued ...