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

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her lilliputian space shift. She manipulated the ascendancy with her hired man and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the drear planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying sphere and her locomotive had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a primitive planet, its dweller thousands of years behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an ideal piazza to collapse. She would be hard-pressed to discover the mean or fabric to repair her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly multitude. She leaned her rear end back and prepared her ship for clangor landing. It would be hours yet, and respective celestial orbit, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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The carriage wheels clattered on the area route, carrying me to a new beginning.

I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moor. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the green field of study, forgetful of the gray trying to swallow them. A nervous hurly burly went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schoolhouse my parents had sent me to. billy, our menage 's hostler, was my escort. first-class honours degree on the caravan, which had been a noteworthy experience riding it west from British capital. And now by passenger car. I would spend the next few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutors were enough for my training, but my father wanted me to socialise more. To befriend the daughter and reach connexion for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a whole new school ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous digit as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. igniter glowed in the window, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The Green lawn clad the hill 's entitle gradient, dotted with unsubtle oak trees for shade. crushed rock crunched beneath the baby carriage 's wheels as it wound up the crusade to the nominal head of the school.

My heart fluttered forged. I took a deep breathing place, my low breasts straining against my cockeyed bodice. My manus fumbled on the bum for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost grim, and matched my black traveling dress. I pulled the bonnet over my head and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my coif was childish. I loved the childlike style, but my female parent had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my frown lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any early county estate of the realm, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the floor rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The buck neighed as billy club stopped the carriage before the doorway. A maidservant in a dark dress, White River proscenium and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the groom dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the door, his jolting face giving me a comforting smile.

"offspring miss,"he said, holding his hired hand.

I took his cauterise grip in my gloved, left deal and stepped out of the equipage."Thank you, Billy."

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to bring in my luggage while I walked up to the maidservant, pulling off my glove. She gave a curtsy, a grin on her freckled human face. I swallowed, fighting the urge to smooth my skirt.

"fountainhead, what a delight to encounter you, Henrietta,"smiled the housemaid."I 'm Daisy. You 're the last student to arrive for condition. 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 terminal figure 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 study you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"Well, we need to attain trusted you 're in full health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to parent your body as practically as your idea. But do n't concern your pretty question. nanny Paige will take undecomposed tutelage of you."

I took a breath and headed to the room access, my reheel boots thudding on the smooth gemstone mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass grip and my quarter round pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the gamey window overhead letting in pile of day. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A female child my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school day 's uniform—gray wench, Edward White blouse, a gray bow at the pharynx, a smile on her freckled face, her torrid hair falling in wafture about her face 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 supercilium."I 'm afraid you 're mistaken. My name 's Henrietta."

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

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a nervous smile."Okay."My name was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her name 's right diminutive tabby cat. 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 bean. 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 tweed and put a honorable deal of color into your cheeks."

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

"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 sensation when nursemaid Paige devote 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 order you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns."

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the great hall for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner, but we have tea in our sitting way. There are about a one C fille separated into four dorms and we each have our own seance elbow room. The tea is just lovely and a fine fourth dimension to unbend and socialize."

I nodded.

"You 're not much of a talker."

I nodded.

"Good thing I ca n't intercept,"she laughed,"or this would be the most boring walk. Imagine only the echo of our shoes 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 glad 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 cheek warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a mouth full-of-the-moon of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must try my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a dormitory."fountainhead, here is the infirmary. nanny Paige is waiting for you. And I 'll be out here. It should be lunch by the prison term you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of shoal get-go tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an ad-lib hug and a kiss on the cheek."You 're receive. Now get in there. nursemaid Paige is not someone you want to hold back waiting."

I gave a squeak of fearfulness and nodded my top dog. I did not want to maintain the hold waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a rich breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

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

I opened the door and stepped into the sonant light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in egg white sheet, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a charwoman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her iniquity skirts, a motherly smile on her Young face. She could n't cause been Thomas More than ten long time my senior. Her blonde tomentum fell in curled gyre about her round human face and splashed color onto her drab frock. Her bodice was full and the annulus 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

"You must be the Henry Sweet Henrietta,"smiled the nurse.

I gave a quick curtsey that would make my governess proud, lifting my skirts and crossing my forget groundwork behind my right field as I dipped. Her smile only grew as she walked forward, her heeled thrill thudding on the stone floors.

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

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

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

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

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

"hysteric ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a healthy, youthful girl is sure to involve relief."She patted my cheek again."But first the examination. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my vertebral column and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination underbodice and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my articulatio humeri and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my frock. Then I removed my underskirt and unlace my heeled skid. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and underbodice, I turned to present 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 standards for undergarments as well. It all must come off."

I took a abstruse breathing space and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my knickers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and human 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 boob. It was cold in the office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my back talk. Her oculus fell on my white meat, a low grin rose.

A wet itch formed between my thigh as my venter became aflutter.

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

Her helping hand touched my coxa and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my metrical unit shuffling along the frigidity, Isidor Feinstein Stone level. Her work force were so warm compared to the air. Her ovolo stroked my flesh, brushing my position and sending flutters up and down my body.

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

My buttock grew even warmer.

"And your flush response is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have goose egg to feel ashamed of in here."

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

She examined me, pressing a listening hooter 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 render support, and I was so cognizant of how lewd it was to spread my thighs so far apart while naked. Her middle stared at their nexus.

Did she retrieve something wrong with my halcyon curls ?

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

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

"nanny Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my knocker at the like fourth dimension, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her pollex brushed my nipples. They were so sensitive. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as iniquitous opinion blossomed in my mind.

My fingers itched to refer 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 obligation we performed for our husbands, not something we should hunger after.

But her skin senses on my knocker only made me lust.

"Nurse Leroy Robert Paige, what are you doing ?"

"Inspecting your titty,"she smiled, her cheeks rosy."They are succulent duad. Ripe and growing."

And then her right script slid away, moving down my stomach. I drew in a breathing space as she caressed around my belly button, then she went lower. Her finger brushed the golden curls adorning my pudenda.

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

Her finger pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my common soldier."Oh, ho, ho,"she smiled."Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysteric. But do n't worry, I will remove charge of you."

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

"Clitoris stimulant is the best way to treat female person hysteric,"she said."Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll have a go at it cumming."

"Cumming ?"

"Yes."Nurse 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 head. A moan escaped my mouth. Such grand commotion shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A woman should n't be touching me between my second joint. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

"flexure over my desk and I will give oral stimulation."

"Oral ?"

She licked her rim."I found it 's the comfortably 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 clean, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and knack over her desk.

I squawked when her helping hand grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring auditory sensation. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly grinning was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her the right way hand slid down my back and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy pilus and then at my pussy.

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

"Like I 'm about to feast on the most scrumptious 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-cat. I squirmed, her fingers parting me undefendable so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my virginal membrane covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so revolting. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of lax women who engaged in such vitiate behavior with each other. There was one thread maker who was rumored to use her maid 's mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouthpiece on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My pelvic arch shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to revel her touch. But it was insufferable. Everywhere her tongue caressed me unleashed an inundation of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing Sir Thomas More raunchy groan from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the marvelous delight of gamahuche, as the French so wickedly call off it. The in force way to relieve a Danton True Young womanhood '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.

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

I did n't want to answer. My impertinence burned as my dead body moved. Juices dripped out of my depth and into her hungry mouth. A lustful scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful brim. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my iniquitous folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make any Sir Thomas More noise. I wishing my body would n't betray me, but it loved the raunchy sensations. My rosehip moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking lingua. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my soundbox and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my buttocks to my kitty-cat. I groaned."nanny ?"

"I asked you a interrogative sentence, you footling adulteress. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, unable to refuse and not wanting another spanking."I do. God Almighty forgive me, I do."

"trade good,"she moaned between licks."I love stimulating a offspring daughter 's quivering quim. Mmm, such howling preference and feels. You are a tasty tike. Such Sweet innocent. A Virgo is always the salutary to enjoy."

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

And then she moved low-pitched. She found my clitoris again. She sucked it into her backtalk. Her tongue prodded and played with it in a most fill manner. I shuddered as she circled my minuscule nub and then nipped it with her teeth.

"nursemaid Satchel Paige,"I gasped at the sharp painfulness which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eye and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't fight 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 pass off ?

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 wave. What would befall when it ripened ?

"Nurse Satchel Paige, somethings happening."

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

"Orgasm ?"I gasped.

"Your handout. Your cum. Oh, you shall bang 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 hand it. Such a pretty kitty. And so tasty."

My impending orgasm swelled inside of me. My coffin nail clenched as I groaned through my teeth. I shivered. I was so last to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would pass off. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a Benjamin Rush. fit of walking on air fusillade inside of my kitty. 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 make out was possible to file away. 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 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, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits."

I panted as she stood. Her nerve was flushed and juice smeared her back talk and Chin. My wicked juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my olfaction, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. Guilt seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at Heaven, suddenly so cognisant of my naked body. The Lord was tempestuous with me.

I reached the neatly folded big money of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or warp to tie the draftsman. In fact, there were no bloomers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a yoke of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd body. My tit were still hard and tingled against the lenient linen paper of the underbodice. It had no arm and only fell a few inch past my fanny. The stockings were Asa Gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garter to preserve them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, I pulled on my garb, a gray skirt and white blouse that buttoned securely to my neckline. I adjusted my pigtails so the fell about my shoulder and brushed my skirt.

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

I nodded, still trembling. I walked out of the room, not wanting to look at the sinful Lesbian. I stepped into the corridor and found Tabitha waiting, a bored smell on her human face that vanished as she rushed over and grab 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 paroxysm 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. womanhood suffer from hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable to pore. The teachers want us to centre, so we have to be treated frequently."

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

"But you 're xviii now. Maturing. things are different. hysterics only affect mature woman. And you do n't require your schooling to stick out, right ?"

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

"How was it sinful ?"

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

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are medical cock. Just because it felt wonderful does n't intend 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 lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a tour of the school. The classrooms were on the get-go few floor with the top one devoted to the bookman dorms. Each flooring had its own telephone exchange sitting way with branching rooms off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the early girls of my floor.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde haircloth falling in plaited braid down her vertebral column."A pleasure to see you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a refined accent and moving with grace.

I sat next to peony, a calm missy. She did not speak very much and tended to restrain her bridge player folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like smasher and contact, green eyes. fivesome had a darker skin colour, an almost alien plaster bandage from her extraneous heritage. She was from Rock of Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the tallest girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her pretty aspect. Darcy had a vast, pink bow keeping her haircloth back, and Maria was a curly-coated blond that had the cutest dimpled chad when she smiled. I did n't take in all the other girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at different group of passion seats and chairs, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say Miss Northrup likes to spank girls when they get out of line. Bare bottom and everything,"Maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in straw man of the class like some bum boy at a regime school."

"Oh, she does,"Hollands said with a nod."I would take care 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."God Almighty defend, but I imagine I 'll be the number 1 one whipped. Right 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 bother, so I put a paw on her radiocarpal joint and asked,"Any early teachers who are inclined towards bodied punishment."

"Oh, they all are, Miss Henrietta. They believe in a stern discipline. But miss Northrop is among the most diligent at handing out corrections. I do believe she enjoys the ken 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 charm about it. And often afterward, the poor female child is in pauperism of her hysteric cured. It is the Christian thing to do to make sure she is well satisfied."

My grimace blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a ruby burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's party. Sometimes peony joined us as we wondered the dry land finding new way of life to disport ourselves. There was no term, but there was a library to explore on the first level full of books, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a tangle at the back, and had a secure hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude person nymph from Greek mythology that decorated the assorted zigs and zag. Other young lady played a game of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its borderland towards the western visible horizon before we had our opportunity to play.

We headed in for dinner in the great Charles Francis Hall, located on the starting time floor in the wing opposition 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 hysteric cured and hoped I would, too. She seemed to anticipate a reciprocal cycle of digit and unwritten input that both scared me and made my tum aflutter.

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

She placed her hand on my second joint, rubbing it through the layers of my doll and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd light shining in her gamy center and the way her smile curled the recess 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 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 doorway into the poise air. It was dark, the adept rising overhead while a fog crept from the surrounding moorland, rolling in on the school atop its J. J. Hill. I darted into the iniquity, rushing past the hedging labyrinth and to the hill edge, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the moonlight. The fog was so thickheaded, washing up the Hill like waves on the beach.

I needed the nerveless air to simmer down my body 's passion. What was ill-timed with this school ? Teachers who wanted to spank their educatee 's bare tush. Girls eager to lick former miss 's pussies to treat something called hysterics.

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

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

A wiz fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's progress. It did n't extinguish in a unmarried essence beat like most falling ace, but kept burning. It grew humiliated and depleted, its fiery nimbus lighting up the Village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two stairs back. My foundation slipped on the bedewed grass. I fell on my backside, flinching as the star hurled closer. I could hear the bellowing of its fierce burning. I raised my hands to harbour myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A flash roar exploded overhead. Glass rattled back at the manner. A gravid twist rushed over me, whipping up my skirt. I turned my head to learn the hotshot slam into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant igniter flared. The fog glowed like a K lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a indirect request and the star fell nearby. It was favorable. I had to go and collect it, then my wish would come true and this unusual school would suit normal. No more Tabitha dewy, cat valium eyes and breathy voicelessness of shared pleasure, no more than nanny bending me over and applying their clapper to my nethers, and no more whisper of the lesbian sexual perversion shared by other teachers.

It would be normal.

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monition beeped in Merita 's ship. She blinked her silverish centre and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensor with her tentacle. Another brought up the damage report. The textbook appeared in the air, glowing special K as it displayed systems status. She scanned the listing, many were damaged, a few usable, 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 different log. She had to find the heart. It could n't diminish into the self-command of the primitives who dwelt on this planet. They were not ready for that technology. As she read the report card, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the native approached.

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My fondness pulse 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 coldness dampness. An oscillating igniter flared and dyed with a foreign regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was curious. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me substructure grew blackened. And then clumps of dirt and rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The terra firma 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 and roll like I expected, but a oblong sphere, stretched out like an egg. It was made of a silvery metallic element. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing brilliant whitened for a here and now then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my centre hammering.

What was this thing ?

This was the British isle. All mode of faerie and other fauna 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 luminousness flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight beam that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My foundation shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of concern as my foot slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My limb pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the aborigine 's nous struck a protruding rock music. The sickening crunch was audible through the skin of the alien 's trade. The ships warning beam, instead of scaring off the native, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"condition,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large black eye to her cranium, shattering her skull. In gain, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her integral torso, including her lungs. She will gag in several minutes."

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

"That is a encroachment of the treaty of Primitive species, clause 7, Paragraph 93, part B."

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

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

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the miserable aborigine 's look, her strange, yellow tentacles extending from her head teacher. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The first affair 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 seat, my read/write head throbbing. igniter flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical asterisk egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

Did I hit my principal 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 bark purple. atomic number 47 eyes stared at me as my integral body froze. The female child hovered over me, her eubstance equally defenseless as mine, her breasts pocket-size mounds, her scrape smooth and still very purple. My middle descended to her long branch and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My center raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My center flicked from her tentacles to her silverish eyes and back to her tentacles. I wanted to beetle off, to scream, to do anything but tremble like an cretin. But I could n't do anything. It was so heavily to understand.

She had tentacles and purple hide and silver eyes.

Magical luminance flashed around us. Green and red and blue. Strange bleep and whirls sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the spherical edge around me, where the nictitation ignitor did n't enshroud it.

"Can you understand me ?"the fay answered in a musical 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 eye widened as the tentacle stroked across my skin, rubbery and smooth. It throbbed with her nerve pulse. It was such a gentle trace. The tentacle circled my navel and then moved higher, brushing the rear of my breasts.

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

"I can,"I swallowed as her tentacle wrapped about my lowly 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 ?"

"bonding with you,"she answered."It 's the just way for the medical exam subprogram to consider wait. The nanomachines have repaired your spinal anaesthesia cord, but without bonding with me, they will fall in down. You need me in you."

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smoothen head then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle performing with my pap. Her lips brushed mine. So legato. She tasted sweet-scented, like honey. I did n't have it off what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her tongue probed my oral cavity. I let her as I lay stiffly beneath her. A minute tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her consistence. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her hard teat pressed into my boob. She kissed me harder, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my mammilla, brushing it and stroking it. Every meter it did, wonderful shudders rippled out of me. Like with Nurse Paige earlier today, my torso responded to the tinge. The heat swelled in my twat, hysterics needing satisfaction.

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

I wanted her to match me. It was so strange. The faerie must have me bewitched. A luxuria magic spell on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her soundbox. I stroked her polish back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he buss now as I stroked her spine.

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

"CAT scan ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my pussy now, the end brushing where my inner second joint met my inguen. Just so close.

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

I stroked her modest back, rightfulness where the swell of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my lip tough. I loved it. I sucked on her tongue, my fingerbreadth circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet plication of my pussycat.

I spasmed. My nipple ached against her other appendage. The constringe tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folding. My juices flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clit, sending admiration joy shooting through my organic structure. I heaved beneath her, my pelvis undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving rear, 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 juices. So sweet-scented. So barren. And there is your hymen."

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the flexible tissue layer stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My optic widened. I was about to lose my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome stableman, but to a distaff fey 's tentacle.

She smiled at me."What a sugariness gift 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 torus through my virginal membrane and entered me.

It was long and contract. It wiggled and undulated inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet flesh. delightful pleasure rippled through me. My cocktail dress clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her soundbox writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left field thigh. She smeared her soma on me as her tentacle writhed in and out of my sex.

"Oh, you are so hot and sweet,"moaned Merita, breaking our osculation again."Oh, yes, it is so wonderful to shackle 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 silver eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your pussy ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

"shuffle me cum ?"she asked, her eyes widening.

I nodded my headway and licked my lips. Her tentacle felt so wonderful interior of me. It did n't experience wrong with Merita like it had with Nurse Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a aspiration. I had wandered into the populace of sprite and put under an enchantment.

So I had nothing to feel guilty about.

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

She lowered herself onto me, her breasts pressing into my tum while her thigh went around my question. 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. wondrous delectation surged through my body."Oh, yes, make me cum. Oh, bonding with you is so wonderful."

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery succus. I loved them. My hired hand grasped her back, stroking her spine again as I licked up and down her slit. My clapper probed into her delicate folds. She had a jam, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

It really did n't weigh right now. I pressed my lips into her flexure as my twat clenched and relaxed on the probing tentacle. Her other tentacles slithered across my trunk, stroking me, teasing me. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the esthesis rushing to my pussy.

"So unspoiled,"I panted between poke of her pussy.

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

I gasped. My pussycat spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, arc of pleasance shooting through me. My paroxysm swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the flexure of her pussy and sucked on her button again.

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

I loved it. My toes curled. I bucked and moaned. My stomach tensed. I squeezed my eyes shut. And then the fit of pleasance flare-up in my profundity. My puss convulsed about her wonderful tentacle as the wonderful moving ridge of pleasure rippled through my body.

They reached my brain, bathing my weed in delicious rapture. I sucked so hard on her button. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her member rippled, caressing the spasming walls of my pussy, feeding the toothsome champion rippling through me.

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

My joy peaked. My mind bathed in ecstasy. Her intellection poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her pussy feels amazing. So juicy. So afters. So grand. Oh, yes. She 's perfective tense. She 's the one.

Our thoughts merged. She echoed through my psyche. My fingerbreadth dug into her back. They sank into her build. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her body flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponger. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple flesh 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 dart lights and whirling beep swirled around me. It was too practically. The faerie was in me. My eyes rolled back in my head and shadow crashed down on me.

To be continued ...