Boarding schooling Encounter
Chapter One : Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian extraterrestrial being
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her lilliputian space shift. She manipulated the command with her helping hand and four purpleness tentacles. She stared at the dark satellite before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her locomotive engine had malfunctioned.

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

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitant yard of age behind Merita 's own culture. It was not an paragon berth to crash. She would be hard-pressed to witness the means or materials to recompense her craft.

But she had no alternative. Crashing was inevitable. All she could do was hope that they were a kindly people. She leaned her arse back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be time of day yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

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

I peered out the carriage window at the dreary moorland. Fog still lingered despite the sun rising towards noon. Placid sheep grazed the leafy vegetable playing area, mindless of the gray trying to get down them. A aflutter waver went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding schoolhouse my parents had sent me to. truncheon, our family 's groom, was my escort. First on the wagon train, which had been a singular experience riding it Occident from London. And now by carriage. I would drop the adjacent few months at the school.

I was shocked when I was told I was going. I had thought my tutor were enough for my training, but my begetter wanted me to socialize more. To befriend the girls and make connections for adulthood. It was daunting. I hated meeting new people. I never felt ... comfortable. And a totally new schooling ...

Eighteen years was not enough to prepare myself.

I clutched my purse in nervous fingers as the carriage followed the road 's curve. Through the fog, a construction appeared on a 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 assuage slope, dotted with broad oak trees for wraith. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage 's steering wheel as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My eye fluttered worse. I took a thick hint, my small chest straining against my tight bodice. My bridge player fumbled on the hindquarters for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my morose traveling clothes. I pulled the poke bonnet over my forefront and tied it at the nape, my blonde pigtails protruding outside.

I hoped no one thought my hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple manner, but my mother had taken to criticise it of late. I bit my humiliated lip as the building grew expectant and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county the three estates, but up close it was mammoth, manor hall reaching in both directions, the storey rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The sawbuck neighed as he-goat stopped the equipage before the doors. A maiden in a black clothes, white apron and cap awaited, hands folded before her. The carriage creaked as the stableman dismounted, his boots crunching on the gravel. He opened the room access, his rough case giving me a comforting smile.

"Cy Young miss,"he said, holding his hand.

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

He knuckled his os frontale then climbed up the equipage to convey my luggage while I walked up to the maid, pulling off my gloves. She gave a curtsy, a smile on her freckled face. I swallowed, fighting the impulse to smooth my skirt.

"Well, what a pleasure to meet you, Henrietta,"smiled the maiden."I 'm Daisy. You 're the terminal bookman to come for terminal figure. I 'll see that your luggage is taken to your room."

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

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

I swallowed."She sounds strict."

"Aye, that she is. Just go inside. Young Tabitha will accept you to the school 's nurse for your physical."

"Physical ?"I blinked.

"fountainhead, we need to realize sure you 're in wide-cut health, now do n't we. It 's our duty to nurture your body as often as your mind. But do n't vex your somewhat head. nanny Satchel Paige will take good fear of you."

I took a intimation and headed to the door, my heel boots thudding on the brush up stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass grip and my ovolo pulled the lever. The room access creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit anteroom, the luxuriously window overhead letting in flock of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A daughter my age, with perfervid pilus, stood in a what could only be the school day 's uniform—gray skirt, Edward D. White blouse, a hoar bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled human face, her fiery hair falling in waves about her boldness while grim center 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 predict you."

Her personality was so strong. I gave her a nervous grin."Okay."My figure was too stuffy and yet she went by Tabitha ? Why did n't use her figure 's proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my gens, not Etta. I almost called her tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

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

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

"The things I have seen. Why, I bet they would turn your straw hair white-hot and put a secure deal of coloring material into your cheeks."

I nodded again. colouring in my boldness ? Would n't a fearfulness have the opposition effect ?

"You would not think some of the affair that happen at night."

"Is it ... haunted."

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

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

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

What did that mean ?

"Now we all eat in the outstanding anteroom for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner, but we have tea in our posing 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 OK time to relax and socialize."

I nodded.

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

I nodded.

"Good affair I ca n't end,"she laughed,"or this would be the most oil production walkway. Imagine only the sound reflection of our shoes through the hall."

I favored her a besotted smile.

"Well, nanny Paige will tease apart you up."Tabitha 's middle 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 cheeks warmed."I can. I just ..."

"Have a oral cavity full of jam. I get it. I was so pock when I arrived. I thought they full school must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt."

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

"See, a gay time."

We stopped before a door at the end of a hall."Well, here is the infirmary. Nurse 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 good afternoon of leisure time before the dreariness of school starts tomorrow."

"Thank you,"I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a buss on the impertinence."You 're welcome. Now get in there. Nurse Paige is not someone you want to keep back waiting."

I gave a squeak of fear and nodded my head. I did not need to keep the nurse waiting. I would detest to be strapped on my first day. Classes had n't even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my metacarpophalangeal joint thrice on the door.

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

I opened the threshold and stepped into the soft lightness of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in Patrick White sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young face. She could n't have got been more than ten age my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled lock about her circle grimace and splashed coloring onto her drab dress. Her bodice was wax and the skirt 's bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, yes, I bet you are. And that 's perfectly innate for a Brigham Young lady friend like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will quiet you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysteric you might feel."

"Hysterics ?"I arched an eyebrow.

"Such a intelligent, young missy is sure to need relief."She patted my cheek again."But showtime the exam. I need you to strip."

I blushed, but this was n't unexpected. I turned my rachis and worked the push button down the figurehead of my frock. Underneath, I wore a whiteness compounding underbodice and drawer covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it fall down to my pelvic arch before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my half-slip and unlaced my list shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

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

I blushed."Is that really necessary ?"

She nodded her fountainhead."Your undifferentiated awaits. We have our standards for undergarments as well. It all must follow off."

I took a recondite breather and reached down to unbuckle the strap holding up my draftsman. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my second joint and knee joint. 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 small breasts. It was cold in the place. I pressed my arms and thigh tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a small smiling rose.

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

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

Her hands touched my hips and led me to her desk. I swallowed, my groundwork shuffling along the cold, stone floors. Her paw were so strong compared to the air. Her ovolo stroked my build, 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 rosiness response is quite rapid."She smiled."Relax, you have nothing to feel ashamed of in here."

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

She examined me, pressing a listening trump to my pectus and sounding my split second and breath. Then she had me do twenty jumping laborer. It was most hinder, my bosom bouncing up and down without my camisole to provide bread and butter, and I was so aware of how lustful it was to circularize my thighs so far apart while nude. Her heart stared at their nexus.

Did she find something wrong with my gold ringlet ?

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

"Just want to hold in your glands,"she said, smiling as her digit pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

"Nurse Paige ?"I gasped as she squeezed both my breast at the same time, her finger's breadth sinking into my flesh.

No one had ever touched me there. I gasped when her thumbs brushed my mamilla. They were so sore. A tingle raced through my body I had never felt before. I squirmed, biting my lip as unholy idea blossomed in my mind.

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

But her skin senses on my titty only made me luxuria.

"Nurse Paige, what are you doing ?"

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

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

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

Her finger pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my crotch."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 take aid of you."

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

"button input is the trump way to treat distaff hysterics,"she said."Any doctor could secern you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You 'll bang 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 promontory. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful hoo-hah shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so improper. A char should n't be touching me between my thigh. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

"Bend over my desk and I will lend oneself oral stimulation."

"oral examination ?"

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

She pulled her fingerbreadth away. They were covered in a juice. I smelled a perfumed musk. Nurse Satchel Paige brought her finger to her backtalk and sucked it clean, letting out a sighing,"Mmm, yes."I swallowed and bent over her desk.

I squawked when her paw grasped my tail. Her fingers dug into my build as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my berm. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. luxuria. Pure, unadulterated lecherousness as she stared down at my raw sex. Her right script slid down my rear and between my legs. She rubbed at my downy hair and then at my pussy.

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

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

I nodded my head.

"Because I am."

I gasped as she leaned down and licked at my folds. I groaned at the pleasure rushing out of my pussy. I squirmed, her finger's breadth parting me open so her lingua could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my maidenhead covering the incoming of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so revolting. Sinful. I had heard the intelligence lesbian whispered of loose fair sex who engaged in such depraved demeanor with each early. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid 's mouth for iniquitous pleasure.

And now the nursemaid used her sass on me.

A moan escaped my backtalk as she licked again. So wearisome. My hips shook as her spit explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to bask her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her clapper caressed me unleashed an flood of effervescent delight. It tingled through me, bringing more lewd moans from my lips.

"Mmm, yes,"she purred."Nothing like the wonderful delight of gamahuche, as the French people so wickedly shout it. The best way to relieve a Young woman 's hysterics and give her the handout she craves."

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

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

I did n't desire to answer. My boldness burned as my physical structure moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her athirst mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her spit licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

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

I bit my lip, refusing to make up any Sir Thomas More noise. I wish my body would n't stag me, but it loved the lewd ace. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripple bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her paw cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the keen pain guesswork through my arse to my pussy. I groaned."nanny ?"

"I asked you a doubtfulness, you footling fornicatress. Do you love being gamahuched by me."

"Yes,"I answered, ineffectual to resist and not wanting another spanking."I do. Divine forgive me, I do."

"good,"she moaned between lap."I love stimulating a young fille 's quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty minor. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the Best to enjoy."

Her Holy Writ were so terrible. Wrong. And somehow that made the pleasure even better. Her natural language licked all over while her finger stroked my second joint and up to my butt joint. Everywhere she touched me tingled, the sensations adding to the delectation of her swirling tongue.

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

"nurse Satchel Paige,"I gasped at the sharp-worded pain which transformed into pleasure.

"Just enjoy,"she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I could n't 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 shot through me.

What was about to happen ?

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

"nurse Paige, somethings happening."

"Your convulsion is coming,"she purred."You 're about to have your hysteric cured by a tremendous 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 mischievous 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 teeth. I shivered. I was so close to it ripening. I wanted to find out what would chance. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of bliss outburst 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 glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her spit licked me and fuddle the fluids pouring out of my young sex.

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

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

I panted as she stood. Her boldness was flushed and succus smeared her lips and chin. My extraordinary succus. She pulled out a hankey from her pocket and wiped daintily at the messiness. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my olfactory property, before tucking it back into her pocket.

I groaned and stood up. guilt trip seized me. What we did was a terrible sin. A wonderful, amazing, beautiful sin. But still, it was wrong. I looked up at promised land, suddenly so cognizant of my naked body. The God Almighty was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded lot of my schoolhouse uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no strap or buckles to seize the shorts. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a dyad of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the underbodice, hiding my lewd trunk. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen paper of the camisole. It had no arm and only fell a few inch past my arse. The stockings were hoary. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to prevent them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. endure, I pulled on my dress, a gray skirt and 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, child,"she smiled."Tabitha should be waiting to show you to your way. 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 flavor on her face that vanished as she rushed over and seized my hands.

"So, did she deal you for hysterics ?"

I squirmed and nodded.

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

"It was iniquitous,"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 hysterics. It makes us all aflutter and unable 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 18 now. Maturing. things are dissimilar. Hysterics only affect matured woman. And you do n't want your schooling to stomach, 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 articulation,"... lesbian."

"No,"gasped Tabitha."It was a medical checkup treatment. She even dildos to stimulate us. Those are aesculapian tools. Just because it felt wonderful does n't mean it 's a sin. Okay ?"

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

"Good."Then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips before dragging me down the hallway.

I was given a hitch of the school. The classroom were on the for the first time few floors with the top ace devoted to the students dorm. Each base had its own central sitting room with branching elbow room off of it. Morning tea was just being served as we arrived and I met the other girls of my flooring.

Geneva was the prefect, with platinum-blonde hair falling in plaited braid down her binding."A pleasure to meet you, Miss Henrietta."She called everyone Miss so-and-so, speaking with a rectify emphasis and moving with grace.

I sat succeeding to Peony, a serenity girl. She did not speak much and tended to keep her workforce folded before her on her lap. Adrianne possessed a doll-like beauty and striking, green eyes. Phoebe had a darker complexion, an almost exotic mold from her extraneous heritage. She was from Gibraltar, sent to school by her parents. Jeane was the grandiloquent girl, and Kayleigh had strawberry-blonde curls that fell in an almost unmanageable head of hair about her pretty facial expression. Darcy had a huge, pink bow keeping her hairsbreadth back, and mare was a curly-haired blonde that had the mown pregnant chad when she smiled. I did n't catch all the former girls names, there were thirty on our floor alone, scattered at unlike groupings of love seats and chairperson, sipping their tea and gossiping.

"They say girl Northrup likes to spank lady friend when they get out of personal credit line. Bare posterior and everything,"maria laughed."Imagine that. Right there in front end of the class like some hike boy at a politics school."

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

"What does she learn ?"Tabitha asked.

"Latin, Miss Tabitha."

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

"Yes, a ruth I am not in your course, missy Tabitha."

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

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

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

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

My face blushed.

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

The blush deepened to a crimson burn.

I spent the day in Tabitha 's company. Sometimes Peony joined us as we wondered the yard finding new ways to disport ourselves. There was no term, but there was a program library to explore on the offset floor replete of record, and gardens to walk that were well-tended. We found a tangle at the back, and had a undecomposed hour wandering around, admiring the statues of frolicking, nude nymphs from Hellenic mythology that decorated the various zigzag and zags. Other young woman played a biz of croquet on the lawn, but the sun began its marchland towards the horse opera horizon before we had our hazard to play.

We headed in for dinner in the nifty vestibule, located on the get-go 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 pauperism 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 tummy aflutter.

"Mmm, I ca n't hold back to get to bed,"she purred as she pushed back her plate."I 'm all aflutter. I need to have respective grand convulsion. And I bet you 're all aflutter."

She placed her mitt on my thigh, rubbing it through the layers of my wench and petticoats. My back straighted. The lewd lightheaded shining in her Amytal centre and the way her smile curled the corners of my lips increased the tingling flutters between my thighs. My sex grew moist, and expectant.

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

A sin.

I burst out of the side room access into the cool air. It was dark, the stars rising budget items while a fog crept from the surrounding moors, rolling in on the school atop its hill. I darted into the iniquity, rushing past the hedge maze and to the hills bound, staring at the sea of silver reflecting the Moon. The fog was so blockheaded, washing up the hill like wave on the beach.

I needed the nerveless air to calm my organic structure 's heat. What was wrong with this schoolhouse ? teacher who wanted to spank their student 's bare bottoms. little girl bore to lap other young woman 's pussies to cover something called hysterics.

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

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

A star fell. It blazed bright across the world, streaking in from the eastern horizon. I gasped, watching it 's onward motion. It did n't decimate in a single heart beat like most falling stars, but kept burning at the stake. It grew lower and lower, its fiery nimbus lighting up the village in the distance.

My eyes widened. It was falling right at me.

I took two pace back. My invertebrate foot slipped on the bedewed sess. I fell on my bum, flinching as the virtuoso hurled closer. I could hear the roar of its fierce burning. I raised my manus to shield myself from the incandescent beauty.

And then it streaked over me. I felt the heat. A meretricious boom exploded operating cost. spyglass rattled back at the manner. A great wind rushed over me, whipping up my annulus. I turned my head to watch the maven jibe into the sea of fog. It rippled and then a brilliant light flared. The fog glowed like a one thousand lamps lit it.

My heart hammered as I stood. I made a wish and the headliner fell nearby. It was lucky. I had to go and accumulate it, then my wish would add up true and this unknown school would become rule. No more Tabitha dewy, cat valium eyes and breathy rustle of shared pleasure, no Thomas More nursemaid bending me over and applying their natural language to my nethers, and no more whispering 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 eyes and touched a control, shutting off one of the sensing element with her tentacle. Another brought up the wrong report. The text appeared in the air, glowing honey oil as it displayed organization 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 button, bringing up a different log. She had to find the heart. It could n't fall into the possession of the primitive person who dwelt on this planet. They were not cook for that technology. As she read the report, a new alarm blared.

A proximity alarm.

One of the aboriginal 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 off the cold moistness. An oscillating light flared and dyed with a foreign regularity, guiding me to the falling star.

It was singular. What could be causing such a flashing ? It grew brighter and brighter. The grass at me feet grew blackened. And then thump of malicious gossip and John Rock lay scattered. They looked like they had been dropped from a height. The ground grew more and 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 metallic element. The light flared from the top of the egg, glowing bright whiteness for a bit then fading. I stood at the lip of the crater, my meat hammering.

What was this thing ?

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

What should I do ?

A red light flared around the vehicle. It narrowed into a tight ray of light that pointed right at me. I gasped and squeaked. My fundament shifted on the edge of the crater. The dirt shifted beneath my feet. I let out a yelp of fear as my metrical unit slipped into the depression, rocks cascading before me. My implements of war pinwheeled in a vain attempt to keep my balance.

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

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Merita gasped as the indigen 's head teacher struck a protruding rock. The sickening crush was hearable through the skin of the noncitizen 's craft. The ships warning light beam, instead of scaring off the aborigine, had caused it to injure itself. The native spilled onto its back, bright red fluid pouring out of a gash on its forehead.

"status,"Merita commanded her sensors.

"The native has suffered a large reverse to her cranium, shattering her skull. In addition, two vertebrae in her neck also snapped, severing her spinal cord leading to paralysis of her stallion torso, including her lungs. She will suffocate in respective minutes."

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

"That is a assault of the treaty of Primitive Species, Article 7, Paragraph 93, Section B."

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

"likelihood of success is slim without bonding, which is in usurpation of the Treaty of primitive Species, Article 12, Paragraph 7, division C."

"nullification,"Merita said, staring at the poor aboriginal 's face, her unusual, white-livered tentacles extending from her head. They were twisted. Braided.

How strange.

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The inaugural 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 seat, my head throbbing. Light Within flashed around me as I blinked, struggling to understand what was going on. I remembered finding the magical lead egg and slipping, then something rushing at me and ... waking up.

Did I hit my headland and declination unconscious mind ? Where was I ? And who was staring at me ?

The case was a Loretta Young girlfriend 's, her heading smooth like an eggshell, denuded of hair, and her skin purpleness. ash gray eyes stared at me as my entire dead body froze. The girl hovered over me, her body equally bare as mine, her breasts lowly mounds, her shin smooth and still very purple. My eyes descended to her long legs and, from around her waist, jutted four tentacles, two holding her aloft over me.

A faerie.

My marrow raced as I stared up at the faerie girl. My heart flicked from her tentacles to her silvery oculus and back to her tentacles. I wanted to beetle off, to scream, to do anything but shiver like an idiot. But I could n't do anything. It was so tough to understand.

She had tentacles and purple tegument and silver medal eyes.

Magical light flashed around us. Green and red and puritanic. strange beeps and vortex sounded. She had taken me inside the egg. I could see the globose boundary around me, where the nictitation light 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 ... wound m-me ?"

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

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

"I wo n't pain you,"she answered."I 'm Merita. I hope you can understand me. Your words 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 tingle ran through me.

"What are you doing ?"

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

"In me ?"I squeaked.

She nodded her smooth headland then leaned down. I trembled, her tentacle playing with my nipple. Her lips brushed mine. So smooth. She tasted mellisonant, like honey. I did n't make out what to do. Why was she kissing me ?

Her spit probed my mouthpiece. I let her as I lay rigidly beneath her. A second tentacle caressed my thighs as she lowered her physical structure. Our stomachs pressed together, and I felt her arduous nipples pressed into my white meat. She kissed me operose, with passion.

What was going on ?

The tentacle played with my nipple, brushing it and stroking it. Every prison term it did, tremendous shudders rippled out of me. Like with nurse Paige earlier today, my body responded to the hint. The heat swelled in my pussy, hysteric needing satisfaction.

The tentacle caressing my thigh moved gamey. It wrapped about my leg, stroking up and down my flesh. tingling raced through my soundbox as I moaned into our kiss. I could n't help it. My sassing moved, working against her as the heat swelled in my nethers. I trembled, the tentacle moving eminent and high-pitched on my thigh with each cerebrovascular accident, nearing my pussy.

I wanted her to tinge me. It was so unknown. The faerie must have me bewitched. A lust tour on me. I shuddered and moaned, my arms wrapping about her body. I stroked her smooth back. She was so warm and silky. She sighed into he kiss now as I stroked her spine.

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

"Scans ?"I gasped, her tentacle so close to my kitty-cat now, the end brushing where my inner 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 blue book binding, right where the beau of her buttocks began. Both her tentacles tightened on me. She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth heavy. I loved it. I sucked on her glossa, my finger's breadth circle her lower back.

Her tentacle brushed the wet flock of my pussy.

I spasmed. My tit ached against her early process. The narrow tip of her tentacle slid up and down my wet folds. My succus flowed and it slid faster. It brushed my clitoris, sending wonder delight shooting through my dead body. I heaved beneath her, my hips undulating on the couch. It molded to my moving tush, constantly changing to keep me comfortable.

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

"discernment ?"

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

I gasped as the tentacle pressed at my maidenhead, the elastic membrane stretching as she pressed inward into my pussy. My eyes widened. I was about to mislay my virginity, not to my husband or even a handsome stableboy, but to a female person fey 's tentacle.

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

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

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

It was long and narrow. It wiggled and ripple inside of me. I groaned as it stirred my wet bod. delightful pleasure rippled through me. My cocktail dress clenched on her probing tentacle as I humped against her. Her physical structure writhed atop me. A hot, wet, hairless sex pressed into my left second joint. 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 rattling 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 atomic number 47 eyes fluttered."I ... I ... could lick your pussy ... and ... and cure your hysterics."

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

I nodded my headland and licked my rim. Her tentacle felt so wonderful inside of me. It did n't feel wrong with Merita like it had with nursemaid Paige or Tabitha. This was right. It was like a ambition. I had wandered into the humans of faerie and put under an enchantment.

So I had zilch to feel guilty about.

The fey lifted herself off my eubstance, still playing with my nipple and driving her other tentacle oceanic abyss into me. She twisted herself around. I gasped at the sight of her hairless pussy. Her lip were a deep purple. Juices coated her material body and a flowery perfume filled my lips.

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

I licked it.

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

I licked her clitoris again, gathering her flowery juices. I loved them. My hands grasped her back, stroking her spur again as I licked up and down her slit. My spit probed into her delicate folds. She had a hole, like mine, my tongue wiggled in, but no hymen.

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

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

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

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

I gasped. My snatch spasmed about her tentacle. I groaned and bucked, sparks of pleasance shooting through me. My fit swelled, my orgasm growing closer and closer. I nuzzled down through the folds of her twat and sucked on her button again.

She bucked atop me. Her tentacle rammed harder and harder in and out of my pussy. She grew rouse. 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 tum tensed. I squeezed my middle shut. And then the fit of pleasure burst in my depths. My snatch convulsed about her howling tentacle as the wondrous undulation of pleasance rippled through my body.

They reached my idea, bathing my senses in delicious rapture. I sucked so hard on her clitoris. She shuddered and then her tentacle pulsed inside me. Her appendage rippled, caressing the spasming wall of my pussy, feeding the delicious mavin rippling through me.

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

My pleasure peaked. My head bathed in raptus. Her thoughts poured into me.

Such a wonderful girl. Her snatch tactile property amazing. So juicy. So angelical. So wonderful. Oh, yes. She 's perfect. She 's the one.

Our sentiment merged. She echoed through my mind. My fingerbreadth dug into her back. They sank into her flesh. She melted down into me. I gasped, my eyes widening as her consistence flowed into mine. I drank her up like a sponge. I shuddered, gasping in fear as I watched her purple build melting into mine until she was gone.

"Oh, Lord,"I gasped, my pith hammering in fear.

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

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

To be continued ...