Chapter 1: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien

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

“I’m going to crash,” she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin.

She orbited a primitive planet, its inhabitants thousands of years behind Merita’s own culture. It was not an ideal place to crash. She would be hard-pressed to find the means or materials to repair 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 seat back and prepared her ship for crash landing. It would be hours yet, and several orbits, before her ship made contact with the planets atmosphere and began its fiery reentry.

The carriage wheels clattered on the country road, 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 fields, unmindful of the gray trying to swallow them. A nervous flutter went through my heart.

I peered up the road, struggling to see Kensington, the boarding school my parents had sent me to. Billy, our family’s groom, was my escort. First on the train, which had been a remarkable experience riding it west from London. And now by carriage. 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 education, but my father 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 whole new school...

Sixteen 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 building appeared on a hill, fuzzed by the haze. Lights glowed in the windows, cheery against the drear of the autumn countryside. The green lawn clad the hill’s gentle slope, dotted with broad oak trees for shade. Gravel crunched beneath the carriage’s wheels as it wound up the drive to the front of the school.

My heart fluttered worse. I took a deep breath, my small breasts straining against my tight bodice. My hand fumbled on the seat for my bonnet. It was a dark-red, almost black, and matched my dark 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 hairstyle was childish. I loved the simple style, but my mother had taken to criticize it of late. I bit my lower lip as the building grew larger and larger. From a distance, it looked like any other county estate, but up close it was mammoth, halls reaching in both directions, the floors rising one after the other.

Six floors.

The horses neighed as Billy stopped the carriage before the doors. A maid in a black dress, white apron 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 rough face giving me a comforting smile.

“Young miss,” he said, holding his hand.

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

He knuckled his forehead then climbed up the carriage to fetch 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 urge to smooth my skirt.

“Well, what a pleasure to receive you, Henrietta,” smiled the maid. “I’m Daisy. You’re the last student to arrive for term. I’ll see that your luggage is taken to your room.”

“Thank you, Daisy” I said, hoping my voice didn’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 take you to the school’s nurse for your physical.”

“Physical?” I blinked.

“Well, we need to make sure you’re in full health, now don’t we. It’s our duty to nurture your body as much as your mind. But don’t worry your pretty head. Nurse Paige will take good care of you.”

I took a breath and headed to the door, my heeled boots thudding on the polished stones mortared together that made the porch. I grasped the brass handle and my thumb pulled the lever. The door creaked inward with a groan onto a well lit foyer, the high windows overhead letting in plenty of daylight. I saw no signs of electricity.

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

A girl my age, with fiery hair, stood in a what could only be the school’s uniform—gray skirt, white blouse, a gray bow at the throat, a smile on her freckled face, her fiery hair falling in waves 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 eyebrow. “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 call 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 didn’t use her name’s proper diminutive Tabby. Hettie or Ettie was the proper diminutive of my name, not Etta. I almost called her Tabby, but shyness held my tongue.

“Now I’ve been her a 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 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 white and put a good deal of color into your cheeks.”

I nodded again. Color in my cheeks? Wouldn’t a fright have the opposite effect?

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

“Is it ... haunted.”

Tabitha gave a rich laugh. “No, no. But I think you’ll get a taste when Nurse Paige give you your examine. It is ... personal.”

“Aren’t all examines personal?” I asked. “I have been to a physician.”

“Well, you’ll just have to see. It was invigorating, I will tell you that much. Invigorating and relaxing in turns.”

What did that mean?

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

I nodded.

“You’re not much of a talker.”

I nodded.

“Good thing I can’t stop,” 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 cheeks warmed. “I can. I just...”

“Have a mouth full of jam. I get it. I was so scared when I arrived. I thought they entire school must hear my knees knocking beneath my skirt.”

A giggle escaped my lips. “Yes, it was a fear 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 time you finish. And then we shall have an afternoon of leisure before the boringness of school starts tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” I said.

Tabitha gave me an impromptu hug and a kiss on the cheek. “You’re welcome. Now get in there. Nurse Paige is not someone you want to keep waiting.”

I gave a squeak of fright and nodded my head. I did not want to keep the nurse waiting. I would hate to be strapped on my first day. Classes hadn’t even started yet. I took a deep breath and rapped my knuckles thrice on the door.

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

I opened the door and stepped into the soft light of the infirmary. Several canopied beds covered in white sheets, made neatly, lined one wall leading to a desk where a woman sat. She stood with a smile, smoothing her dark skirts, a motherly smile on her young face. She couldn’t have been more than ten years my senior. Her blonde hair fell in curled ringlets about her round face and splashed color onto her drab dress. Her bodice was full and the skirt’s bustle accentuated the roundness of her buttocks.

“You must be the sweet Henrietta,” smiled the nurse.

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

“Now, now, you don’t have to curtsy for me. I’m Nurse Paige.” She stopped before me, nodding her head. “Yes, yes, you are just a treasure, Henrietta.”

Her fingers pinched both my cheeks as I straightened, just the way my spinster Aunt Margarete would. I kept my smile as she nodded her head. “Pleased to meet you, Nurse Paige.”

“I bet you are all aflutter,” she said. “Butterflies 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 natural for a young girl like you to be all aflutter. But my examination will calm you down. I have just the technique to help with any hysterics you might feel.”

“Hysterics?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Such a healthy, young girl is sure to need relief.” She patted my cheek again. “But first the exam. I need you to strip.”

I blushed, but this wasn’t unexpected. I turned my back and worked the buttons down the front of my dress. Underneath, I wore a white combination camisole and drawers covered in frilly ruffles. I slipped my dress of my shoulders and let it fall down to my hips before I worked it off. I stepped out of the skirt and carefully folded my dress. Then I removed my petticoats and unlaced my heeled shoes. Stripped to my stockings, drawers, and camisole, I turned to face the nurse.

“No, no, child, that won’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 deep breath and reached down to unbuckle the straps holding up my drawers. I worked them of and the lacy garment fell down my legs, baring my thighs and knees. 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 office. I pressed my arms and thighs tight together, licking my lips. Her eyes fell on my breasts, a small smile rose.

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

“Okay, Henrietta, let’s get your examination out of the way.”

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

“I see your nipples are hardening. That’s very good.”

My cheeks grew even warmer.

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

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

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

Did she find something wrong with my golden curls?

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

“Just need to check your glands,” she said, smiling as her fingers pressed in. Then her hands slid down my neck to my breasts.

“Nurse Paige?” I gasped as she squeezed both my breasts at the same time, her fingers sinking into my flesh.

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

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

But her touch on my breasts only made me lust.

“Nurse Paige, what are you doing?”

“Inspecting your breasts,” she smiled, her cheeks rosy. “They are succulent pair. Ripe and growing.”

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

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

Her finger pressed between my thighs and rubbed at my privates. “Oh, ho, ho,” she smiled. “Someone has a wet pussy. I knew you would be all aflutter. Suffering from hysterics. But don’t worry, I will take care of you.”

“Hysterics?” I asked, my hips undulating. I couldn’t help it. Her finger felt so wonderful as it rubbed at the top of my pussy.

“Clitoris stimulation is the best way to treat female hysterics,” she said. “Any doctor could tell you about this. Paroxysms have to be induced. You’ll love cumming.”

“Cumming?”

“Yes.” Nurse Paige smiled, still rubbing her finger on my sex. “That’s your clitoris I’m rubbing. Doesn’t that feel delicious.”

I nodded my head. A moan escaped my lips. Such wonderful flutters shot through me. This was nice. But it also felt so wrong. A woman shouldn’t be touching me between my thighs. It was a sin. I bit my lip, my hips squirming.

“Bend over my desk and I will apply oral stimulation.”

“Oral?”

She licked her lips. “I found it’s the best way on such a young girl.”

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

I squawked when her hands grasped my buttocks. Her fingers dug into my flesh as she let out a strange, purring sound. I glanced over my shoulder. Her motherly smile was gone. It was something so wicked. Lust. Pure, unadulterated lust as she stared down at my naked sex. Her right hand 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 fingers parting me open so her tongue could probe into me. I shuddered as she brushed my hymen covering the entrance of my sex, playing with it before she lapped at my folds again.

It was so wicked. Sinful. I had heard the word lesbian whispered of loose women who engaged in such depraved behavior with each other. There was one spinster who was rumored to use her maid’s mouth for sinful pleasure.

And now the nurse used her mouth on me.

A moan escaped my lips as she licked again. So slow. My hips shook as her tongue explored me. I bit my lip, trying not to enjoy her touch. But it was impossible. Everywhere her tongue 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 so wickedly call it. The best way to relieve a young woman’s hysterics and give her the release she craves.”

“Gama ... what?” I moaned, my nipples rubbing onto the polished surface of her desk. It felt so nice. I tried not to rub against them, but I couldn’t resist.

“Pussy licking, child,” she answered and took another lick. “And isn’t it delightful?”

I didn’t want to answer. My cheeks burned as my body moved. Juices dripped out of my depths and into her hungry mouth. A lewd scent filled my nose, a sweet musk. My sex. I groaned and shuddered, humping harder against her wonderful lips. Her tongue licked and flicked, caressing all my sinful folds.

“Isn’t this the most wicked, wonderful thing you’ve felt?” she asked.

I bit my lip, refusing to make any more noise. I wish my body wouldn’t betray me, but it loved the lewd sensations. My hips moved on their own, smearing my hot flesh against her licking tongue. The ripples bubbled through me, stimulating my body and leaving aflutter with delight.

Her hand cracked down on my ass. I gasped as the sharp pain shot through my buttocks to my pussy. I groaned. “Nurse?”

“I asked you a question, you little strumpet. Do you love being gamahuched by me.”

“Yes,” I answered, unable to resist and not wanting another spanking. “I do. Lord forgive me, I do.”

“Good,” she moaned between licks. “I love stimulating a young girl’s quivering quim. Mmm, such wonderful tastes and feels. You are a tasty child. Such sweet innocent. A virgin is always the best to enjoy.”

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

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

“Nurse Paige,” I gasped at the sharp pain which transformed into pleasure.

“Just enjoy,” she purred between licks.

I closed my eyes and groaned. I surrendered to the bliss. I couldn’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 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 undulated. What would happen when it ripened?

“Nurse Paige, somethings happening.”

“Your paroxysm is coming,” she purred. “You’re about to have your hysterics cured by a wonderful orgasm.”

“Orgasm?” I gasped.

“Your release. Your cum. Oh, you shall love it. You shall be down here every day complaining of hysterics and wanting my cure.” She gave a wicked giggle. “And I’ll be inclined to 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 happen. I squirmed harder on her tongue.

And then I came.

It was a rush. Paroxysms of bliss burst inside of my pussy. The effervescent delight rippled through me and crashed into my mind. I gasped and screamed out as my hysterics were cured by ecstasy I did not know was possible to archive. It was glorious. The desk creaked beneath me as I gasped and shuddered. Her tongue licked me and drank 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 lick and then giggled, “You’re welcome, child. Now get dress. Your uniform awaits.”

I panted as she stood. Her face was flushed and juices smeared her lips and chin. My sinful juices. She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped daintily at the mess. She inhaled the handkerchief, reveling in my smell, 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 aware of my naked body. The Lord was angry with me.

I reached the neatly folded pile of my school uniform. On top was a camisole, but it had no straps or buckles to attached the drawers. In fact, there were no drawers, only two petticoats, stockings, my dress, and a pair of sturdy, healed shoes. I pulled on the camisole, hiding my lewd body. My nipples were still hard and tingled against the soft linen of the camisole. It had no sleeves and only fell a few inches past my rear. The stockings were gray. I yanked them on and pulled tight the garters to keep them firmly held up to my knees. The petticoats were frilly and fell down to my ankle. Last, 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 room. Then you have the day free.”