Chapter 9

Harriet felt something touching her sex, while she slept. She opened her eyes to see a familiar looking tuft of blond hair and a very aroused cunt. She could recognize that body anywhere. It was Chloe's.

"Do the nasty..." Chloe whispered.

"Chloe, wait." Harriet pushed her cousin's hips to keep them from descending. "I need to see your face."

"You've gone off to school and forgotten what you're supposed to call me already."

"I'm sorry Mistress. Please, I need to see your face."

"Kiss me first. I've missed you. I've missed your tongue."

Harriet inhaled her cousin's musky aroma and kissed her sex lovingly. Her tongue slid out and sought out her cousin's sweet essence. Chloe lifted up slightly and tilted her hips.

"Now the other mouth, my nasty girl."

'Oh God, I'm losing control, ' Harriet thought. She traced her tongue along her cousin's pucker, teasing her. Then she parted her lips and pushed it home, causing Chloe to gasp.

Chloe lifted up again. "Sweet little kisses all over," she said, and Harriet obliged.

"Do you love me, Harriet?"

"Uh-hum," Harriet said between kisses.

"And you wouldn't cheat on me would you?"

"Nu-never, Mistress."

Chloe lifted up and turned around. "Then kiss me lover," she said.

Harriet parted her lips and accepted Chloe's probing tongue. Chloe shook her by her shoulders. "You're going to be late for class, whore."

"What?" Harriet felt a stab of pleasure. She opened her sleepy eyes, not to be greeted by her lover. But, instead the leering eyes of her horrible roommate.

"I said you're going to be late for class, whore."

Harriet felt a stab of pleasure deep in her cunt. "Ah," she gasped, spreading her legs involuntarily. She felt chill bumps from the cold of the morning and realized she was naked. Her legs snapped together, while her hands sought to preserve her modesty. She jumped out of bed and opened her lingerie drawer.

It was empty.

"Where are my things?"

"Whores don't cover their cunts."

Harriet doubled over as she was overwhelmed by pleasure, upon hearing the word cunt. She needed to orgasm - desperately. She could feel her juices cooling as they dried on her thighs. Harriet couldn't help herself; her fingers found her aching sex, regardless of Heather's presence.

"Stop it you little finger fucker," Heather said, pulling Harriet hands away from her crotch and above her head. "Hold them right there now."

Harriet obeyed, while Heather slid the robe over her arms and down her body. Heather walked around and smirked at seeing Harriet's hard nipples standing at attention.

She gave them a playful thump. "Your headlights are shining, but that should be pretty common for a slut like you."

Harriet looked down at her nipples in dismay. "Please Mistress, I need a bra."

Heather smiled a big crocodile grin. "Mistress huh? Yes, I think I like the sound of that. Say it again."

Harriet bit her tongue. It just slipped out and it was a word that was reserved for Chloe, not this stuck up bitch. She refused to answer. Instead, she glared in hatred at Heather.

"Stubborn, huh?" Heather leaned in close to Harriet ear and whispered. "Slut..."

"Whore..."

"Bitch..."

"Cunt..."

Every foul invective sent Harriet closer to the edge of orgasm, yet stopped just short of culmination. It was torture by pleasure.

"Ah," Harriet gasped, surrendering to the horrible girl. "Mistress--"

It was obvious that Harriet was turned on. However, Heather found herself getting aroused as well. She couldn't help but wonder what was happening to her. She was the normal one, while Harriet was the freak.

She handed Harriet her book bag. "Go on, get out of here," she said, suddenly angry and eager for Harriet to leave.

Harriet was just as eager to be away from her roommate. She took the bag and ran to class.

Harriet walked into class. She was late and it felt like every eye followed her and her jiggling breasts until she sat down.

Thankfully, it was her Unlearning class. It was the only class where she was able to keep up with the other girls even though she had no magical ability. The only ability she needed for this class was the ability to think outside the box; to think of things in a newer and more magical way.

"You see class," lectured Madam Morganna. "Things can exist in many different forms. Even the Mundane world is aware of this. For instance, they believe that atoms are both a wave and a particle. While it can be both, it can only behave according to one version of the reality. In other words, it can't be both a wave and a particle at the same time. Nor can it be either of these and behave as its magical equivalent of earth, binding, and life."

"Today class, we are going to talk - not about the world that most people know, but the magical world. Morganna pointed her pointer at the chalkboard and piece of chalk drew a map of the world on the board. Only this world looked slightly different than the world Harriet was familiar with. This world had an extra continent smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic.

Harriet raised her hand. "Madame Morganna, something is wrong with that map. There's no such place."

There were snickers of laughter around the room. Harriet wished she had kept her big mouth shut.

"Quiet class. Harriet here doesn't have magical parents and doesn't know about Avalon." She handed Harriet a piece of paper with the map drawn on it.

"Tell me Harriet, if you wanted to hide the land that you've never seen on the world, what would you do?"

Harriet looked closely at the map. She had no idea what to do. There was nothing to do; it just wasn't supposed to be there.

There was more snickering. Someone behind her whispered, "Mud bitch."

Again she was hit by a throb of pleasure in her sex, at the filthy words that were uttered. "Ugh," Harriet gasped, bucking her hips, and crumpling the map between her hands in the process.

"Very good Harriet. Yes, you would just fold the map to hide Avalon. This is very much what was done thousands of years ago." Madame Hilda took the map from Harriet and held it up to the class. "Well, it looks like you hid California and Japan as well as Avalon, but the result is the same." She folded the map more carefully, until only Avalon was hid.

"Why was this necessary? Well around the time of Adam and Eve a very important event happened. Back then, humans lived together with the magical world according to God's plan. I'm not going to pretend it was a Garden of Eden, but it was a stable world - a world that evolved naturally over millions of years."

Madame Hilda motioned at the chalkboard and a scene began to unfold on the chalkboard.

"It was then that a man named Adam was born. Adam had the very bright idea that instead of eating the fruits and plants that grew in the forest, he would help along the process a bit, and plant his own.

He planted his own garden. He discovered that the trees growing nearby were shading his garden. He cut them down and made a house for his family. Then, there were weeds to be pulled and animals to kill in order to protect his garden. In the bible it says that it was Eve who at from the tree of knowledge. Well, it was Adam who fed it to her. So I guess it would be accurate to say that Eve was seduced by the snake - Adam's snake to be exact."

There were a few giggles and blushing faces in the class at the implications of Hilda's lesson.

"Later on, it was discovered what Adam and Eve had done and word was passed to the Elders of nearby clans. They assembled a council of both humans and other magical creatures then went to visit Adam and Eve. They saw what Adam had done and told him to pull up his garden and cease doing this new thing for it was not the knowledge of man to decide what lives and what dies. That knowledge belonged to the gods.

Adam said, look, my family is well fed. Everyone should do this new thing and no one will be hungry or want for anything.

The council was unfazed. If this new thing is such a good thing, then why do not the bees do it? Why do not the birds do it? Everyone knows the wisdom of the Centaurs and they do not do it. We do not think this new thing is a good thing. Will you not stop?

Adam's family had grown quite large and fat from his garden and Eve was even ripe with a new child. Would the god's promise his family would be okay? If they would not, then he would continue to grow his garden.