Teach Us How... Pt. 04

Teach us how to...

This section introduces our heroine, Brenda and contains Chapters 5 and 6.

Brenda is a small woman that has had a rather painful period in her life that is not dissimilar to that of the Viendri. She struggles her way through with the help of a mysterious force that guides her to where she is needed and towards a task that the force believes she is more than adequately capable of achieving. Her sexiness and intelligence, her power and her grace are what is needed to help correct a mistake made three thousand years ago.

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Chapter five -Prisoner

"I have found her, Mira! I have found her!" Ruthven's deep, happy and loud voice echoed within the confines of his ship until Mira had to squelch the noises with her sound dampeners.

"She is in trouble at the moment but she has a mind, a heart and a soul so different, so enormous that if I did not have the word of the Great Circle councillors I could believe she was sent from them for me to bring to Little Prism. Such a magnificent being!" he crowed again.

"So where is she, Ruthven?" Mira asked softly.

"Trapped at the moment but she is so powerful that her mind has found mine! I am searching for the way for her to flee her prison but soon, Mira, soon, she shall be among the Special Ones and she will be the one to lead them by their stiff cocks and wet cunts to the beds of those that will love them forever!" he shouted to the air around him.

"They do not get stiff cocks nor wet pussies, Ruthven," Mira said tiredly. "For all my manipulations of the matrix I cannot change that fundamental thing within that blocks their feelings and the need for them to find love."

"She will bind them to herself so willingly and tightly, Mira that they will find themselves enraptured of her. The barriers inside them will drop because she will see into them more deeply than even your wonderful tools, Mira. She will be the one that stirs them to a heat that they have never experienced before. She will not be here to show them how to make medicines, invent new gadgets and build a world of technological marvels. No, she will be the ones that takes them back to their basic human needs and provide them the means to understand themselves like none have done before!" he enthused.

"I hope she has a deep and willing cunt," Mira thought to herself. By the look of the erection that bobbed and throbbed between Ruthven's legs it was obvious that her lusty commander was more than ready to find out.

She laughed as she moved among her circuits and traversed the perimeters of her shield. Softly she caressed the special area she had created in her mental world and told the man sleeping there that he may soon need to be brought forth to help protect and teach Ruthven's solution. Her body trembled as the sleeping form sent out a small mental tendril of pleasure of remembered times as her familiar touch roused his memories.

"First off, Ruthven, let us get your saviour out of her current mess!" Mira said softly with her musical disembodied voice. She was tracking this being already on her sensors and what she found did not impress her one little bit.

"Let's do it now, Ruthven. Such a magnificent being should not be allowed to suffer as she is!" Mira demanded as she looked deeper.

"No, Mira. Like the Special Ones have suffered and rebuilt stronger and more determined we must let her rebuild. Already I talk to her in her sleep and sooth her body. I have already set in place the actions that will see her released from her prison and come to us. Patience, my love. It will all be for the greater good," Ruthven responded softly.

Mira could feel the great love her commander already had for this small and quite fragile looking creature. If it were not for Mira's examination of the woman's mind she would not have given Ruthven's plans much chance of success.

She busied herself with her records and her sensors. There was still so much to be done, she thought sadly as she went about her tasks with a bit lighter heart.

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From the journals and diaries of Brenda Hawkins. The single most inspiring teacher of all time.

My name is Brenda. I am a schoolteacher at a school in the middle of the country. It is not a very big school and I love the little town that I live in with its quaint old-world houses and pretty gardens that the locals keep nice and tidy. The town has only one main street that contains a post office, bank, market, butcher and baker. There is also a hardware and some clothing shops. You can get almost anything you need in our little village including some decent food and drinks at the town's only hotel. There is a small central cobblestoned square that holds the council chambers, a small building that is hardly recognisable as being of any significance, and an array of brightly coloured stalls and shopfronts that are filled with all manner of knick-knacks. Each month there is a great coming together of the population in the square and its surrounds where farmers, miners and timber cutters gather to share gossip and trade each other for goods. It is a marvellous atmosphere and a place of laughter and great joy. Just watching the people and the activities is enough to lift a woman's spirit from the lowest depths.

Life here is idyllic and for a forty something woman like me I find I would not want to be anywhere else. Especially as that forty something woman doesn't feel or look like she is a day over twenty-one!

I came to this town ten years ago. Fleeing the hateful bastard that was my ex-husband and his bigoted circle of friends that blamed me entirely for the break-up of our relationship and his descent into violence and depression. The reason they spitefully told me: my refusal to give him children.

The truth, however, was very different. It may have been what the lying, sadistic bastard told his friends but Daniel, my ex-husband, had known that I was infertile from the second date we went on when I poured my heart out to him in a late-night drunken confession. I had awoken the next morning with his cock's cream dribbling out of my hairy cunt and his hastily scribbled note that he would see me again after work.

He fucked me almost every night for the next two months, passionately telling me he loved me and that I made him happy, until I finally agreed to marry him and make what he was doing to me legal and right in the eyes of his God and church. I was a ditsy twenty-three-year-old with visions of teaching happy and intelligent children until I was old and grey even though I had less than two years' experience. It was, I thought, the beginnings of a perfect life.

It began to unravel at the church. Suddenly I felt like a fraud and hypocrite as we stood in the front of the priest and took our vows of faithfulness and obedience. Obedience only on my part as his vows mentioned nothing of the kind. Already I was angry at the man standing facing me with his cheerful smile and bright eyes. He had lied to the priest and said that we had not yet been intimate except for a little exploring of my upper body. The priest had nodded indulgently and blessed the pair of us for our restraint. Now he had changed the words of our agreed declarations and I had told the world that I would obey the man standing there sliding a ring onto my finger. I should have fled then but I thought I was in love and could forgive him for dropping the phrase from his vows to me.

From the wedding night I knew I had made a dreadful mistake!

"Honour and obey you declared in front of everyone, bitch! Now get down on your knees and suck my fucking cock!" he had growled at me as he gripped my carefully styled hair in his rough hands and almost threw me down at his feet. His fingers pinched my nose closed until I could not help but open my mouth to breathe. His cock filled my open mouth and my nose was pressed to his stomach as he fucked my mouth like he fucked my pussy. It was humiliating to be forced to do something I would have cheerfully done for my new husband but when he told me he loved me as he blew his load down my throat I, stupidly, believed him.

It began an extended period of hell for me. I was useless as a breeding sow so all I was good for was to fuck and use for his pleasure. Not only was I to suck his cock on command but to bend over and spread the cheeks of my arse for him to plough his cock up my rectum while he slapped my arse cheeks, pulled my hair and told me to squeal like the piggy slut I was.

I am not a big woman. I stand a little over 150 cms (five feet in old money) in height and weigh less than 60 kgs (roughly eight stone). My long blond hair trails down my back until it almost reaches my slim hips. I was once so proud of my lustrous hair but now all I saw it as was another way in which he controlled me.

My breasts were, then, comfortable 34C's with rosy red nipples and dark pink areolae that are extremely sensitive to kisses, touch and sucking. They looked a little big on my small frame but I was very proud of them and often used them to lure good looking males, and females, to my side and if I found them more compatible, into my bed. Their sensitivity to touch, especially with a hot mouth or firm fingers, was often my downfall. My nipples were connected directly to the pleasure centres in my brain and, in particular, my clit! It would take only seconds of an experienced touch to my rose coloured nubs and my panties would be around my ankles and my arse pressing back to have some hot meat slammed into my soaking wet cunt! It was as wonderful as it was terrifying!

He used them like switches to make my pussy wet for his frequent needs for a quick fuck before he went out or sometimes on his way to work. I would be left with a pussy full of cream and sagging in despair as the front door shut as he went out to his life.

Me: I had no life.

From the day after our wedding I also had no clothing, no shoes, no phone and certainly no money. I was left naked and imprisoned in our house with only the television for company until the monster I had married returned. I had best have dinner prepared for whatever time that was and I kept a fearful eye on the clock in my kitchen most of my day so that I would know when I would need to begin preparing. My arse had worn the marks of his belt one too many times for me to even think about trying some sort of rebellion.

My friends, huh faithless bastards, had stopped coming to visit me after only a few months of my married life. They knocked on the door, they rang the bell and they left notes in the mailbox or pinned to the door. The door seal at the bottom prevented any communication in that method by blocking any note from either my side or the other. I could not unlock it as I didn't have keys! Nor could I try to talk to them through the door or a window to try and tell them of the misery I was living in, the house was practically soundproof. I found out that he had told them that I had suffered a severe mental breakdown that had caused me to become anti-social and extremely agoraphobic. He even forged my signature on a letter of resignation for my school posting.

He had made certain remarks to me that should he have found out I had visitors then I would be punished. His decorating the walls of our bedroom with pictures of a woman bound and being fucked by many masked men indicated to me what that punishment would entail. The television never received a signal from outside. It was a continual play of pornographic scenes of women being fucked and forced to suck cock from faceless men that laughed as they filled their holes with cream or sprayed it over their helplessly bound bodies. It was also wired to never be turned off, no plug was in the wall for me to get relief from the constant groaning, moaning and crying. It was all controlled by some remote system he had installed in the house and could monitor from his phone. How long he had been planning for this type of imprisonment of a woman that was too blind to see his sadistic and insane streak I had no idea, but I was now trapped and I could see no way out!

Finally a woman I had known since my high school days rescued me. She had come to my home and knocked on the door. I wanted so much to see her. She was once my best friend and had gone overseas to study. She had not known about my marriage or how I was trapped because I had not seen her for several years. I had collapsed against the front door weeping pathetically as she called out for me. Unbeknownst to me my friend had heard my muffled whimpers and frantic slaps against the solid front door. Somehow she had known that I was in trouble and needed help.

Glenda had spied on me and my jail keeper for weeks before she finally acted. Her delay, she told me tearfully, was that she could not convince the authorities that I was being abused and kept imprisoned in my own house. It was not until he had left the back door of our home open while I did some laundry did she get photographs of my striped arse and blackened eyes from my being too slow to suck his cock to completion when he had come home in a drunken state and his little cock would not rise despite my best efforts. She could not call out to me and give me hope because she was too far from the high fence that surrounded our house. She had taken her photographs from a tree that had given her a view into my house but was too far away for her to be able to get my attention with her yells. I had not heard her calling out. The despair I was in probably would not have recognised her distant voice anyway.

They had raided the house in the middle of the evening when I was being forced to bugger myself with a huge carrot and stuffing a large cucumber up my pussy while he sat on the lounge with his belt in hand ready to stripe me if I did not moan and call out that I loved fucking myself for him.

I screamed in fear and, I guess, shame as the two female police officers and several male officers along with my friend Glenda and another woman I was later introduced to as Dr Margaret Wilson, burst through the front and back doors. Daniel almost shat himself when two burly officers wrestled him to the ground when he angrily jumped up from the lounge and demanded to know what right they had to storm in whilst he was having an intimate evening with his wife.

I think my bruised and red welt covered arse and thighs gave the two young men even more encouragement to rough him up a bit more as they ensured his face was banged on the wooden floor a few more times until he got the message to shut up!

Me, I was crying and still trying to stuff my pussy and arse with the vegetables Daniel had made me use and call out that I loved fucking my slutty cunt and arse for him to watch. I had, with good reason, thought that Daniel had arranged another gangbang for me over my lack of enthusiasm. I had not noted the blue uniforms and glowing strips that entitled them as Police until Glenda shut me up with her lips sealing to mine and her warm and gentle hands holding my face so that I could look into her eyes. I fainted.

I roused briefly as I heard Daniel screaming that he would get me back for this even as they handcuffed him and frogmarched him out to the paddy wagon with its lights slowly twirling red and blue out in the street. I recall the lights because they had never seemed so beautiful as a policewoman wrapped a soft warm blanket around me even as Glenda firmly took my hands away from the vegetables I still held tightly inside my holes. Another policewoman gently extracted them from my still clenching grip and wrinkled her nose as she placed both of them into plastic bags that the other woman held open for her. I never saw them again.

"I am so sorry, Glenda!" I sobbed as she held me tight to her big breasts.

"No, I am sorry, Bren. I knew something was wrong when you didn't answer any of my letters or emails and he kept making excuses so I delayed coming around to see you. Then I heard you crying and slapping the door. I couldn't get them to believe me that you were hurt and needed help until I got the photos," she said into my hair as she rocked me gently like a baby.

An ambulance stretcher was soon rolling me out of my front doorway. I screamed as they rolled me down the two concrete steps that led to the path towards the front gate. "I can't go, Glenda! He will kill me! He will bring around more strangers to fuck me!" I was screaming hysterically and trying to get off the moving bed. I felt a sting in my arm and a sad faced Dr Wilson told me that she was here to protect me and that it was alright for me to leave this ghastly place. I tried to look into her eyes to see if she was telling me the truth but I couldn't focus. My body was too heavy now to struggle anymore and I fell back even as the woman in the greens of the ambulance service ensured that the blanket covered my nakedness again.

I awoke in a strange bed and an unfamiliar room. I stared at the white walls and a smile moved my lips. No longer was there a picture of a woman with her hands tied behind her back and sitting on a man's large cock while another stood in front of her with his monstrous cock stretching her lips obscenely as he fucked her face. I turned to the other wall, no pictures of a woman with her arsehole and pussy full of cocks as others stood around watching her being used or cumming over her thrust out tits and face existed there either. In the eighteen months that I had been held captive those pictures had been replaced several times as the woman was no longer some anonymous female but my own face and body for all to see. I lay on my back and realised that my naked body was covered in something soft and sensuously clinging to my skin. I ran a hand down my stomach and I almost laughed aloud. Knickers! Wonderful cotton covered my pussy and my bum!

I started to sit up and suddenly Glenda was there helping me. I smiled at her like an idiot. "It's over?" I asked quietly when I realised she was not quite matching my smile.

"Not quite, honey," she told me softly even as she plumped the pillow for me to lie back on. I suddenly realised I didn't quite have the strength to get up like I wanted.

"What's wrong with me, Glenda?" I asked a little fearfully.

"Apart from a few bruises, nothing, now," she finally smiled but it was still a sad smile. "You won't feel like jumping out and dancing just yet. Margie had to hit you with a lot of drugs in the past few weeks to calm you down," she added as she pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed before clasping my hand with hers.

Images flashed across my mind. Fighting and screaming at two nurses as they tried to dress me in a gown and my crying that it wasn't allowed. Lying on my back with my legs spread wide and my fist almost shoved in my pussy as I screamed out that I would be good and that he didn't need to find men to punish me again. Ripping the panties that someone had managed to get on me and throwing them across the room while I sobbed that I was not allowed to hide my cunt and slutty arsehole from him.

Tears dripped down and then became a full-on stream as Glenda raised a hand to brush them away. She held me as I sobbed into her chest.

I was in rehabilitation for almost six months before the nightmares and irrational stripping and masturbating with anything from my fingers and fists to phallic objects I collected and hid in my jacket as I strolled around the buildings pretending that I was getting better, stopped. I even tried to get at the cock of one of the wardsmen whom had a passing resemblance to Daniel as I begged him to fuck me or at least let me suck his cock.

It was the patience of Glenda and Dr Wilson that finally broke me out of my self-imposed prison. A prison that I was given the key to by a voice that I did not know who it belonged to but was as familiar to me as my own. It was a voice that whispered to me as I endured endless nights of bondage and being fucked by cock after cock as I was punished. A voice that soothed my mind as I lay almost comatose on my bed as my body tried to recover in case I was going to be subject to the same punishment that night. The voice told me that I was a worthy human being, one that would resume a life of happiness and dreams. It was a voice that told me to have faith in it that I would be rescued.

It was not the voice of God or Jesus that comforted my mind. No God that I knew of would have let me be trapped as I was and forced to do the things I was made to do. No loving being would allow a woman as gentle and tiny as I was, be the object of the lust and disdain of the madman that had professed his love for me in his church in his name. If it was then I was even more of a gullible fool than I believed I already was. No, this voice told me, he was not a God but simply a spirit that vowed to help me and protect my mind. It was enough for me to hope.

At the beginning of my rehabilitation I was forced to confront my married life in every little detail. Three psychiatrists, one appointed by the judge who was presiding over my divorce, another who was acting for my husband's defence and the other by the PPO who were charging my husband with a list of offences as long as my arm. It was a long and painful process as they asked me question after question and made me describe in great detail the hell I had been enforced to live.

I swear that one of the bitches was getting off on how I was degraded and forced to live simply to please a sadistic bastard like Daniel. At one point I screamed at them all to get out after I described the first time Daniel had brought home some thugs to fuck me when I had attempted to escape wrapped in a bedsheet a couple of weeks after we were married. As I was asked to describe how big their cocks were, how much cum they shot over my tits and face, how many times I was fucked up the arse and pussy at the same time I could not help but note that one of them was squirming as if she was getting hot over my descriptions. I could not understand why they kept asking for these details! Was it not enough that the man simply yelled at me to let them fuck me while he watched! Did I truly need to describe every single thing that they did to me? So much of it was simply a blur of bodies, cocks and humiliation! I got angry and screamed at them to leave.

My attempt at escape by this method was curtailed when Daniel would make me strip the bed and place the sheets in a lockable chest along with the rest of the bed linen, even the pillowcases. I could not even use curtains as all of the windows had shutters placed on the outside and locked shut so that no-one could see inside the house. I was restricted to viewing the world through small cracks that were not even big enough for anyone to see my face and eyes pressed to them.

The fourth or fifth time I was gang raped was when I attempted to use T-towels and wash cloths as some sort of clothing. Some thugs were watching the house and caught me at the back fence. Daniel told them to begin fucking me as he would return shortly. My arse, thighs and back were black and blue for weeks afterwards as Daniel threatened to kill me even as he belted me as I was forced to ride a cock and suck another.

I never tried to escape again. However, the gang fucking did not stop. I faced at least three men who came to use my body on a fortnightly basis. Many of them the same tattooed and muscular bodies and rough hands that had fucked me before. I could never identify them by their looks as they wore masks every time they came to the house and Daniel laughingly pointed at my naked body kneeling in the living room.

The back door being open was a torment for me. I would wash Daniel's clothes knowing that if I dared take a step out the door dressed in anything of his I would be fucked up the arse and almost choked with cock shoved down my throat until he returned. They would then take turns trying to break my pussy with sometimes more than one cock shoved inside me at the same time.

After three weeks the psychiatrists told me that they had enough information. I hated them all as much as I hated Daniel. I cried in Glenda's arms as I told her my fears that my story would not be believed and all I had done was give masturbation material to one or two of them. It was then that I learnt the power of Dr Margaret Wilson.

All of the evidence I had given to the psychiatrists was locked and seen only by the judges, the prosecutor and the defence, all notes and personal opinions logged about the evidence I had given was confiscated. Daniel's lawyers tried to get me to change my story with one last hideous question.

"If everything was as bad as you described, Mrs Emerson why did you not kill yourself or at least try to kill my client?" he asked me angrily.

I replied that I had agonised over the decision many, many times. Knives were available. I was tiny compared to Daniel and I was so afraid that if I tried to attack him I would be the one that would be hurt. It would look bad that he had defended himself and killed me in the process, particularly after the lies he told about my almost psychotic behaviours. Besides, my rational mind told me, if I did get killed and he was exonerated as having had to defend himself, there was a chance that another woman would find herself in the same predicament. I could not, in all honesty, even think of subjecting another to what I was going through. I had to have faith that I would be freed as the voice promised me every day.

I did not want to die! I faced the man down and softly finished my answer. "Unlike Daniel I had faith. I had faith that someone was looking out for me and that one day I would be freed. That one day I would be able to find someone that cared and loved me. I never lost faith, never lost hope that there was a better life waiting for me if I could just hold on for a little longer. Even when I lay in bed with my body broken and my tears running down my face I believed that I was a good woman and that I would find a place in the world where I would be treated right and I could make a difference to the world."

My divorce was granted and my ex-husband jailed for fifteen years. His side of the story that I was a nympho sub and wanted to live the way I did and that I did all this to make up to him that I was unable to have children was not believed, at least not in court. Some of his thug mates and friends however continued to lie even though only a few of them had ever met me and that was while they thrust their cocks into one of my holes. Their lies quickly revealed when they identified at least six other women that didn't even vaguely look like me as the woman that they knew was married to him. I was pleased when I heard that several of them were led away to await her Majesty's pleasure.

I fled with Glenda.

***

I am sorry, dear reader, that I had to subject you to the agony of my dire beginnings. It is, I hope, to let you understand that from such awful beginnings I arose to become the woman I am now. A woman that leads a community that is the most advanced in the world and intends to extend its influence, to not only this world but to as many others that it can as humanity finds its way across the galaxy.

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To me it was the end of it and I just wanted to find somewhere far away from any of the people I knew before or even knew I was somehow connected to Daniel. It was of course, impossible. The court case had flooded the papers, the media and the internet for days. My face was almost as well known as the newsreaders and evil reporters of my captivity in biased retelling that I was somehow as sick as my ex-husband.

I could not go out without being disguised. My once long blond hair dyed white. I could not go dark because the golden colour of my hair fought for dominance. My once bald and easily aroused pussy now a mass of golden curls that I dare not dye because of the sensitive of my genitals. I let myself get fat until Glenda sobbed against my pudgy stomach and oversized tits that I was killing myself. I dieted, I became a gym junkie and I ran miles every day leaving my mind in neutral. Finally I returned to my pre-wedding weight though my tits did stay at a hefty size 36C, a little too big was now enormous for my slender build. I gave up on the colouring of my hair and instead cut it to closely crop my head. Glenda had cried as she rubbed my head and told me that I must never give up what I had once been and the being she had fallen in love with. I sobbed with her and vowed that I would let her love hold me up. I let my hair grow back and she laughed as she told me that my golden colour was even more like the glorious golden sun as it began to creep down my back again.

Glenda and I lived in almost anonymity in a large city where people can easily lose themselves in the throngs that travelled among the tall buildings or spent endless hours roaming the streets on foot or trapped in their motor vehicles in stationary traffic. We lived in a quiet street of undistinguished houses with the same windows and doors and little green strip of lawn and cast-iron fence as all of our neighbours. We were just another anonymous couple trying to live a very quiet life.

The voice in my mind began to help me build walls around the memories. Brick by painful brick was slammed into place with an internal fury that I found I could not contain within my small body. I burned like an out-of-control bush fire according to one of the martial arts instructors that I encountered during the last of my rehabilitation. I had begged him to show me some moves to defend myself should I ever encounter Daniel or one of his thug friends. He focussed my mind. He hardened my fists and my feet. His recommendations of some others to see helped me become strong, powerful and independent.

I learnt with gentle beings that focussed my mind and eased my heartache. Each time I sat with them and meditated upon my life and my goals for living as healthily and as happily as I could I became stronger. The voice in my head that I had clung to like a lifeline became more a symphony of voices that soothed my anger, my bitterness and my thirst for revenge. Instead I became a lethal weapon with my flying fists and feet. A body that could move like lightning as I strove to master the ancient fighting styles while undertaking a deep understanding of the striving for peace and harmony within not just myself but with the world around me. The voices kept promising me that I had a destiny to fulfil and that all the things I cherished in life, all my needs would be granted to me. I simply needed to become myself again.

With their help, the love of my best friend and the voices in my head, I became someone that I recognised again. I was not the happy, if somewhat lusty and ditzy, woman I had once been but I had learned to at least like myself again. The barriers inside my mind were solidly in place and rarely troubled my dreams or crept up on me at unexpected times as I tried to carry on a normal life again.

Six years later I accepted the post of Head Mistress at a little school in an isolated village and truly began to enjoy life as a single thirty-something female. My little village and my wonderful school have ensured the nightmares of my marriage have never returned and I had started life anew. I had found the place where I could make a difference to the world.

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Chapter six - Application to hell or heaven?

Glenda had encouraged me to apply for the position of Head Mistress of this tiny school that I had had to check three times on my maps app to find the small village. It was tucked away in a maze of valleys and mountains with the name in a font I could barely read even when I blew the map up as big as I could make it. The road into the village was long and winding and it seemed that there was no real reason for a village to even exist in this remote area.

The job sounded interesting. I had taken up part-time teaching, as a substitute, at several primary and high schools around the city where Glenda and I were currently living. I was a fully qualified teacher before Daniel found me and imprisoned me for one and a half years. I had also completed a certificate course in behavioural psychology in an attempt to understand how I had survived the trauma I had been through and how to help others. I knew that I would encounter students or even parents that had survived traumatic events and I hoped that my experience would further enhance my reputation as a good teacher and land me a permanent job.

The job application called for someone with experience in older students that hinted at special problems and challenges. As I pondered what sort of challenges and problems I began to think that the job was written specifically for me. Had I not battled personal demons and come out the other side stronger, wiser and far more aware of myself than ever before? I had found others, in not just the student population, that I had been able to help with my experience and my knowledge. I had many a parent that had sought my advice and counsel as they struggled with gifted children and those that struggled to read and write. I had been praised for my efforts and I had seen the signs of success as parents embraced students that before had snubbed them with the viciousness of a wild cat.

My martial arts studies had increased from learning a bit of self-defence to being a full-blown student of the mysteries of more than just kicks, throws and lethal blows from my hands and elbows. I had been studying for six years and had attained a black belt in two of them and was on my way to a third for Judo. I was, according to one of my masters, a lethal, if very sexy, human weapon that should fear no opposition. It was a comfort that strangely pleased me as I threw around men that weighed twice as much as I and loomed over me on the competition mats. It had even proved effective as I gently laid down a student that had decided that my treatment of him was an attempt to seduce him. His lustiness turning to aggression as he tried to force me onto my back in an empty school room. His dazed expression as he found himself on the floor and several zip-ties holding him immobile as I called the principal and school security was priceless.

Even Glenda found my sparring with my heavy sandbag sensual as I kicked, punched and leapt at the bag as I got rid of the anger and excess energy from my body. She loved to watch me wrap my little legs around the bag and slide down it from top to bottom as I twisted and turned in its armless embrace.

Glenda, her dark hair almost as long as my own, stood a full head and shoulders taller than me. Her full figure, even in her teens, attracted plenty of attention from students and teachers. However, she was a strong-willed woman. Confident in her looks, her body and certainly not one that could be pushed over onto her back and give up her delightful charms. She could wither a man's lusty intentions with a single look or a sharp word. She was as quick to use a knee into a man's balls as she was to embrace him and give him her full attention if she so desired. Her gracefulness and yet, at the same time, power was reflected in her toned and deceptively strong body. I loved her very much.

She had been my first female lover at university and though she had a lusty appetite for cock she understood me and my needs as I lay in her arms and nestled into her large tits. Her hot mouth on my own and gently working downwards as she suckled my nipples knowing that they made me wet until she faced my hairy and open cunt that she told me tasted like sweet honey. I would lay almost passive on her bed until she slid her fingers up my arse and told me to show her how much I loved her eating my wet horny cunt. I writhed and cried out for her. I came hard and often as she sucked my clit hard into her mouth and fucked her tongue deep into my open channel. I could deny her nothing as she sat her pussy on my face and told me to finger my own cunt while I sucked her dry.

I still wanted, almost needed, cock. Glenda encouraged me to find nice men that were uncomplicated and not looking for long-term commitment. They were easy to find and some sixth sense told me which ones to leave where I found them. It was something that I had not possessed before my imprisonment but now came to me as easily as breathing. It helped that Glenda watched me like a hawk when we went trolling for men for just a bit of fun. Her subtle looks from across a room told me when I should be walking on rather than continuing to flirt. The encounters were few but satisfying as I let myself be open and relaxed with my faceless partners. I screwed like a whore and found myself enjoying it immensely as I heard rasped gasps and tender words of satisfaction before they dressed and left me in peace.

As a final act of defiance to the last remnant of the ghost of Daniel's treatment of me I participated in a night of debauchery with Glenda, another female from her workplace and several men that were simply looking for a good time one wet weekend. The two women shaved my pussy bald and took turns using their tongues and lips to ensure that no remnants of my blonde thatch existed. I had felt strange with my unfamiliar exposure but soon experienced the thrill of hot flesh pressed firmly to my own. I have never let hair grow back to cover her since.

Taking a cock in my cunt, arse and finally sucking the third down deep into my throat I laughed helplessly to myself internally. The last time I had done this I had cum like a cyclone and begged for them to fuck me more as Daniel watched. I had not faked my reactions, I loved their big cocks, but I had play acted and sobbed in shame to ensure that Daniel knew that it was all for his benefit. God help me if I showed any true enjoyment for another man's cock! As Glenda watched me fuck, I writhed, gasped and came often as she watched me be filled with cock and cream, it was the happiest I had been in over seven years. Her happy smile back at me as I demolished the last of the stiff cocks inside me with my talented arse made my heart fill with joy.

However, I was pining for something more permanent. I wanted to find a job that I could go to each day in the same place. I even began to wonder if I could find a partner to share a happy home and be waiting for me with a smile and a hug each day when I returned. I had a deep-seated need to find my own space.

When Glenda showed me the advertisement in the gazette the first thing that appealed to me was the location's remoteness. Even though no-one knew me in the suburb where Glenda lived I was still paranoid about people whispering behind their hands whenever I was present and I could not help but feel they were talking about me. "Also," Glenda pointed out in the job description that had been sent to me after I rang the number provided with the job advertisement, "a house with furniture and that is an impressive salary for a Head Mistress at a tiny school. They must be desperate!" she finished enthusiastically.

I knew it was Glenda's subtle way of telling me it was time to move on. Already I had caught her naked and fucking her heart out with several males she had been on dates with and once found her almost comatose with pleasure as two handsome young men fucked her like a spit roast with her beautiful body squirming and bucking in bliss. I had politely declined her lusty offer of sharing them. It was not that I wasn't interested, I had played with her and a few friends at times as part of my ridding the demons in my mind but Glenda loved those two and I did not want to give her any competition.

I applied and was very surprised when I was asked by the town councillor, Mr Edward Toms, if I could come to visit the village and meet with the councillor and parents. I accepted and several days later I drove off in the early hours of the morning. It was almost three, more likely four, hours to the remote village of Little Prism, that is if I found the way without hiccup. Unfortunately I had not predicted the heavy commuter traffic, even at the early hour, and did not find the exit from the main freeway until well into mid-morning. By the time I found the badly signposted exit towards what I hoped was Little Prism I had already exceeded my expected total journey time.

I was contemplating giving the whole thing up as a bad experience until the journey into the lush green hills gave me a sense of having left the world behind. Once I had reached the summit of the first hill on the road that adjoined the secondary motorway my mind cleared and a sense of exhilaration and adventure came over me. I even laughed as I felt as if everything I worried about and the battle with the busy traffic was left behind as the little voice of the GPS told me to follow the road for the next 130 kilometres. I stopped and rang Mr Toms explaining to him my difficulties. His friendly laugh on the other end reassured me as much as his words that told me that they would see me when they saw me.

I had to stop at the last hill before I descended into the village. A light so bright seemed to shine above the village and, indeed, it did look like some prism of crystal surrounded the group of buildings and houses and shone out the colours of the rainbow all around it. It even seemed to cover me as I sat there staring at the remarkable colours that shimmered in the late morning sunshine. I rubbed my eyes several times but the vision did not leave me until I started the descent down the last of the road and the first farmhouse came into my sight on the left-hand side of the road. Thick forest on the right-hand side seemed to sparkle with dew or recent rain in the sunlight and it felt welcoming rather than intimidating.

*

Edward Toms held his hand up to prevent me driving any further when I came into the narrow cobblestoned lane that entered the village proper. He strolled casually to my driver's side window as I pressed the button to let it open. "Hello, I am Edward, you must be Miss Hawkins?" he asked with a friendly grin on his face. I had changed my name back to my maiden name the minute I had been granted my divorce. The words of the judge as he told me that Miss Hawkins was free to go prompting me to make the change right at that moment. The judge smiled as he signed my name change request and told me that he would personally register it.

I nodded as Edward indicated for me to park at a little siding a few metres from where I had stopped. "Cars aren't allowed in the village proper," he said by explanation as I alighted from my vehicle with my briefcase in hand and pushed my sunglasses back onto my head. I slung my little bag over my shoulder and shook out my long blond hair from where it had stuck to my back on the long drive. It seemed to give a few passing children a great deal of amusement.

"Just like a fairy-tale princess!" one of them exclaimed excitedly before her and the little girl with her took off hand in hand into the village and soon out of my sight.

"Well that is a good start!" Edward exclaimed. I looked at him in askance. "That is Megan and her friend Tabitha. Two of the students that may be attending your new school, Miss Hawkins!" he beamed as he used his right hand to indicate the path ahead of us.

I matched the man's easy stride as we walked and listened to his deep voice as he pointed out bakery, apothecary (which made me have to stifle a little snicker at his old-world naming of the chemist shop), bank, market and finally the hotel which he told me he had asked the landlord to find us a table so that I might partake of some repast after my long journey. I was more interested in finding the powder room and was quite thankful when a pretty young girl of no more than twelve or so summers excused herself and suggested that Mr Toms allow his guest to freshen up before having her sit down again so soon.

I was grateful as the young woman indicated for me to follow her and took me to a rather luxurious bathroom and told me to take my time to relax. "Thank you. Miss?" I asked as the girl gave me a warm smile and turned to leave me in private.

"Jane," she said, "not Miss." Her smile grew even wider as I nodded and said thanks again but used her name.

I felt more like a human as I pissed, washed my face and hands and finally gave my top a final adjustment in the full-length mirror. I brushed my long blond hair out properly and felt much cooler now that it was not sticking to the back of my neck. I gave my ample tits, they had grown to a rather voluptuous 36C on my small frame, a quick lift and shake to sit them properly in my bra and patted down my clothing again before I took my jacket off the hook where I had hung it and slid back into it.

"You look lovely, Miss Hawkins," the soft voice of Jane came from somewhere but despite my startled turning around and searching there was no-one in the bathroom with me. "You better go, Mr Toms is waiting," her voice reminded me and I swear that the girl's voice was in my head!

I was cajoled by the jolly fat man that named himself Henry and the innkeeper to eat a delicious steak drizzled with a most wonderful sauce and accompanied by steamed vegetables. It was the most delicious meal I had eaten in years! His belly jiggled and his round face reddened in embarrassment and pride as I told him so. He waved away my compliments and told me that I was welcome to eat at his table anytime. I assured him that I would. He even gave me one of his cards and told me that if I was too tired to cook or come out he would prepare me a takeaway meal and send one of his girls over to me. It was a strange thing to say as I had not even been offered a job but the jolly man told me in a loud whisper that he was sure they couldn't find a better person for the job.

Edward asked if I would like some wine but I was quick to point out that we had a meeting to go to and I did not want to be further affected by alcohol after my long drive and the delicious and very filling meal. His grin told me I had further enhanced my prospects as he nodded and suggested that if I was ready then we had best go. Thanking Henry again I followed Edward back out into the street and was quite surprised that it had seemed to have gotten quite late in the day while we had eaten. I glanced at my wristwatch and was surprised that it was showing well after four in the afternoon.

"Are you sure we are not late, Mr Toms?" I asked him worriedly. I could not think where the time had gone! Even though it had taken a few more hours than I estimated to travel here, I was also sure that we had not spent hours eating and chatting in the pub. I must have looked a little concerned as I faced Edward Toms with a small frown wrinkling my brow.

"No, no, Miss Hawkins," he gave me a small smile, "You will find that time moves at its own pace around here. Please," he stopped and faced me with his serious face, "we have not brought you all the way out here for you to simply return to your home again in the dark of night. The town has arranged lodging for you tonight and we hope that you will enjoy your stay here after the formal part of the day is out of the way."

I could not think of anything to say except I would be very grateful.

Edward laughed a little. "Don't be too grateful yet, Miss Hawkins. You have yet to meet the rest of the committee! Nor heard all we have to tell you about our extraordinary offspring!" He turned and pointed to the small building a little further down and off the main street. It was set back a little bit, about a hundred metres via another quaintly cobbled road, with a large lawn at the front with a path leading to a short flight of stairs. Coming closer I realised that it was a school building with its arched doorway and long roofed area flowing away to our right. It was tiny but Edward informed me that it once had been part of a much larger structure. He held the door open for me as I passed him and found myself staring at the most beautiful young man I have ever seen!

His eyes were big wide brown lights that seem to sparkle even indoors. Teeth of bright white shone as he gave me a cute little grin before he hid himself behind the skirts and back of a tallish woman that was holding her hand out to me. "Hello, my name is Jennifer Wilson, Jennifer, I am pleased to meet you, Miss Hawkins," she enthused even as I held out my hand to meet her soft clasp.

"Nice to meet you, Jennifer, but please, everyone," I turned to address the three adults around me, "call me Brenda."

"Brenda," the little boy almost sighed my name as if he found it very lovely. His mother gave me an even wider grin.

"James likes that name very much," she said with a small giggle. The named boy emerged from behind his mother's skirts and looked up at me.

"A fairy tale princess named Brenda is going to be very wonderful," he said softly before bowing slightly to me and then his mother before carefully walking past me and out through the door that Edward was still standing next to and holding open.

Something in my gut twirled delightfully as his big brown eyes captured mine as he spoke. It was almost sensual and for a moment my mind's eye captured a vision of his eyes staring wickedly up from between my widespread legs. The vision was gone before I could truly realise its implications.

We sat as a group around the kitchen table. Someone had made coffee and I was encouraged to enjoy it and relax as the others took seats and a cup as I contemplated the four adults and what I had seen of the little village so far. I loved the place!

There were two more women besides Jennifer. They were typical country women. Big busted, wide hipped and pleasant attractive faces. Carol Collins and Henrietta Winters were local community leaders. Henrietta had two boys that would be going to the school, while Carol told me her Roland was looking forward to being in a classroom again rather than hearing her lecture him. However, they had also raised other children and regaled me with stories of them getting into mischief and one married and living in a faraway place. I guessed anywhere over the next hill was a faraway place for these folk.

It was Jennifer whom it seemed was the spokesperson for this group, though she did not monopolise all the time as the others chipped in with different thoughts and stories at times. It was, for the main, concerned with the general education of children and I could see that they had put a fair bit of thought into what sort of things that they were hoping I could implement. However, I could tell that there was a lot of things that they were not telling me.

As we discussed general school subjects, mathematics, sciences, literature and communications, I got the feeling that these topics were inconsequential. Listening to their tones and the words that they used it rather reinforced my notion that these were not the reason I was here. These were subjects that could be taught at any school. I had already been told that the majority of the school-aged children were being taught at a couple of nearby townships that had bigger schools and one also had a rather large high school.

"Why not send these eight children to the schools that the other children are attending?" I asked after the conversation and list of topics seemed to run out of steam.

There was a silence for a few moments as I observed the four adults squirm and shift in their seats as if I had asked an uncomfortable question. I waited. Something important was about to be revealed and I wasn't sure who was going to be the first to open their mouths. I suddenly had flashes of unruly children that carried knives, maybe had tattoos or carried on sexual acts with each other regardless of who was watching. I had already experienced things with other schools where a bunch of rebellious students that took no notice of authority and simply attended school because the local police accompanied them almost every day. Surely this little backwater town had no such problems. I gulped as I contemplated how I would cope with such a scenario. What came next almost made my eyes pop out of their sockets!

"How much do you know about things like telepathy, telekinesis and other mental abilities that get mentioned in the news every now and then?" was the surprise question that came from Henrietta as I waited for Edward to answer my original question about having all the students attending schools in the surrounding towns.

"Nothing, except what I read in the news. I am quite sceptical of the reports. I do know that some people seem to have some extraordinary abilities to predict cards or throws of dice. But mind reading and bending spoons seems a bit farfetched," I replied with a small grin. It was not returned by either Henrietta or Carol. I turned back to Edward.

He nodded thoughtfully before he continued in his deep but pleasant voice.

"Brenda what if we told you that the eight children you would be teaching could read your mind, could make you see things that were not there or even present to you things that are real but have been created simply from their imaginations?" he asked and I refrained from bursting into laughter because of the very serious look upon his face and the faces of the three women that stared at me in expectation. I waited for Edward to go on.

"Further that they can make things come to them rather than get up and get them. They have the ability to manipulate the very atoms around them and make it into anything they wish, including very real things that appear to be living, breathing creatures. For a prank they created a lifelike version of me that they let loose on the town for an afternoon. A version that was very liberal in buying a drink at the pub, bought flowers and handed one out to every woman and girl in town and danced in the streets while playing rock'n'roll on a very loud electric guitar!" he chuckled as if the event had amused him greatly.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"True, Brenda. Though I knew that Tom played a violin, not an electric guitar. He had the whole town singing along with him until the real Tom wandered out from his house where he had been doing his budgets all afternoon. He had heard the commotion in the street and came to investigate. As soon as the kids saw the real one they stopped the impromptu concert and had their figment confess that he was just here for a bit of fun on a Friday afternoon. Tom was actually very good about it and encouraged the kids to let the man continue entertaining for another few hours until it was way past dinnertime for everyone," Henrietta informed me with a small smile.

"Now imagine, Miss Hawkins that the eight of them got bored at one of the bigger schools. They decide to play a little. Perhaps one of them has a day from hell. Not feeling very humorous. You could imagine what they might set loose in a playground full of adults and kids that have no knowledge of what these kids can do. It may not be a rock concert or something else so benign. They could cause a panic with the landing of a few flying saucers or have an invasion of human sized dung beetles or worse. Cause an overflow of sewerage systems just to clear the school and have them all sent home.

"We have rules for them. No violence. No-one gets hurt. There are dire consequences for that and they obey these rules because that is the way it has been since they first started manifesting among us hundreds of years ago. If you wish there is a whole section in the town records and the library that devotes itself to the deeds of our previous special children. You will not find any injuries or deaths but you will find stories of horrifying beings that stomped around and scared people witless. Other creatures that claimed they were from space and here to talk to our leader. Many a councillor has almost shat his pants when confronted by eight-eyed spiders, three fingered walking toads and a plethora of other ugly monsters. Some of them, I think, simply created to scare. Others as jokes as keen eyes were keen to spot characters from popular cartoons and movies. Our children can be quite revolting at times, but sometimes I think it is because of the way they are treated. Not by the villagers themselves but those from outside that they contact. Things like schools and expeditions that they take to broaden their interests," Tom informed me quietly as I sat there with an increasingly nervous twitch occurring in my cheek.

"That was the group I am about to teach?" I asked quietly.

"No. Previous groups. Some of them quite mischievous but in the main the incidents are rather rare and quite far apart. It has been years since I played guitar in the street," Tom answered solemnly though I did see his eyes twinkle about his guitar playing doppelganger.

The children I was to teach were special. They had IQ's that were off the charts but they simply could not cope with large noisy schools and teachers that were too busy with less intelligent students. "They," he said softly so that I had to focus entirely on him, "found the schools too mentally noisy. They are all telepaths, Miss Hawkins, sometimes their mental shields can become overwhelmed and it makes them unpredictable. They are also very sensitive empaths, in that they can pick up the vibes from sources all around them and sometimes they feel they have to react to things that are beyond their comprehension or experience. Fortunately they have a good leader in Adam. It causes a bit of angst amongst the administration when the children go missing from their classes. However, Adam lets me know when he has displaced them back to here. I ring up and give excuses. However, it is at the point now that they simply refuse to go. I can understand."

"Displaced?" I asked puzzled at the term.

"He physically transports them back here, with his mind," Carol said nonchalantly.

I gasped and shook my head in disbelief.

"Brenda check the time on your watch again," Henrietta suggested quietly. I saw that it was still showing just around 4:00 pm. We had been talking for almost an hour or so.

"They just played around with my head?" I asked.

Heads nodded around the table. "Not just your head, Brenda. They physically manipulated your watch to show a time that was not correct. If there is one thing that they do very well is make sure every small thing appears to be correct to create the illusion," Edward added as if it was something that he was pleased about.

"Already they are thinking about you. As the Mum of two of the boys I can see, sometimes, the pictures they have in their heads. They tell me that it is a mother thing," Henrietta said with a small smile. "They are imagining you on white horses, flowing hair and scandalous dress. It is a change from beasts and demons," she giggled loudly before continuing. "No doubt as the weeks go by and you get to know them and they get to know you those fantasies will become more sensible and a little more realistic. You may find yourself the subject of things far more normal, shall we say," Henrietta finished with an apologetic look at me.

"They wanted you to stay a little longer. I think they have sensed that you like our little town and are feeling very happy about it," suggested Carol. I nodded my head in agreement. "So they made you think it was later than it was and helped Edward to offer you accommodation for the night as he could sense what was happening to you. Look outside, Brenda the sun is probably not as low in the sky as you thought."

"One thing about our kids," piped up Henrietta, "when they want something they are not shy about letting everyone know about it. Even before you arrived here I have had ten phone calls offering to give the sexy princess accommodation, tours of the town and the surrounds. Some have even offered to be your companion while you are here. Some of those companions even suggesting that they would be delighted if they were to share your bed!" she finished with a small giggle and a lifting of her eyebrows. No doubt some of those offers she found quite amusing.

I could not help but go to the back door of the kitchen and stare out at the sky. She was right the sun was higher than when I had come into the school rooms.

"I am going to have these visions in my head all the time?" I asked incredulously.

Heads around the table shook negatively and I must have given off a vibe that I truly didn't understand what the hell they were talking about.

"What you might sense, sometimes, Brenda is something is not quite right. We can see that you are quite intelligent, have a strong will and mind. That will help you see the real from the imaginary, they don't affect us unless we want them too. Others in the village have gotten used to seeing strange creatures, people that don't exist and have observed some remarkable activities all created by the children's minds.

"I remember," she let her face dissolve into what I found was a delightful grin, "Charley Livingstone being delighted when he told all of us that he had spent the afternoon being assisted in repairing one of the electric cars he was working by none other than Nikolai Tesla. The man had been awed that such a prestigious mind was asking him all sorts of questions about how the motor worked and how it was using parts that Tesla himself had invented but had never seen in such configurations or compressed into such small items. Even though he knew that man was long dead he had been a keen follower of Tesla's work and knew the man by sight from the books and journals he had. It had been a very uplifting experience and he still asks the children if they would let Nikolai come and help him again one day.

"In all the years that it has been happening nothing has ever been violent or destructive. As we said, that is not acceptable and the village would not tolerate such things. The children, if nothing else, have grown up with these rules and it is a constraint that has been bred into each generation of special ones that appear. You will no doubt learn more of the history of those that have been here before from tales, gossip and what is kept in the records in the library. Please, I hope that this does not discourage you from working with them," she said softly. Her last words were almost a plea.

"I think I am beginning to understand," I told them all. "Ever since I came onto the road that led here I have felt a change in how I see and feel about things. I feel like this village is special and I guess it is not too much of a stretch for me to imagine that it is filled with special people," I tried to smile and was pleased when all of them returned them in much broader showing of teeth and grins.

"Don't panic around them, Brenda," Jennifer spoke as she observed my tentative smile. "I will teach you a few mental tricks that can divert the children. We all have differing ways of changing their games when we find they get a bit beyond what people can cope with normally. Otherwise," she gave me a wide-eyed look, "we would have giant cats, talking stuffed toys and alien visitors running around the place all the time instead of just the odd one or two that hang around until the child that created them forgets about them and they vanish just as mysteriously as they came."

Edward Toms held his warm smile. "Oh, don't get too worried. We have had dragons, demons, orcs and more take up residence at one time or another in the past fifty years but no-one has been killed, not even singed or bruised by any of their creations. We did have one very frightened young maiden staked out at the top of the hill as a sacrifice to a dragon but it was only a game as the children had no idea what a dragon would do to a virgin. Besides, Bettie was far from virginal!" the man chuckled.

"Besides," Carol gave me a rather bemused look, "the villagers almost encourage them to make a bit of entertainment for them when things are slow. We have had some of the most spectacular fireworks displays ever with space battles, including ships, rockets that burst into colours of unimaginable beauty. Wondrous parades of creatures so magnificent that they take away your breath walking through the town and bringing smiles and sending children into raptures as Tinker Bell, Pickachu and Dora give them hugs and kisses. All in all the village is kept well entertained when the special ones decide to play."

There were amused looks all around me.

"We also need to block them and keep things tucked away in our own little fantasy worlds," Jennifer softly added into the silence as I absorbed this casual discussion of their mental prowess. I could not just dismiss it as I had seen the evidence in my own eyes with the change of time on my watch and the apparent dimness of the sunlight indicating late afternoon. I glanced out through the kitchen window again and saw that the light was still more like mid-afternoon should be. I shook my head again in disbelief but there it was!

Edward began relating several little tales of how the children had manipulated other things besides time and creating imaginary friends that everyone could see. He was telling a tale of one of the girls affecting the mind of a local man, one of the bakers, who suddenly began making bread shaped like hearts because one of the little girls had developed a crush on him.

I squirmed a little in my chair as I recalled the brief vision of the beautiful James with his bright eyes between my naked thighs. I wondered if this was a glimpse of how he saw me as a princess.

Carol apparently noticed my little squirming. "You have been afflicted already, Brenda, besides noting that the time has gone past quicker than you may have thought?" she asked softly when Edward paused in relating the story and seemed ready to offer more anecdotes.

I was flustered and I knew my reaction had already given me away. "I thought I heard Jane speak to me when I was freshening up in the bathroom at the hotel, but she was not in the room and then when James left I had a vision of him with me," I replied haltingly.

"If I know James he would have been at your boobs or down at your cunny," giggled Jennifer, the boy's mother. "Little bugger has been a bit fixated since that teacher over in Ravenswood stole him away and was trying to get him to fuck her. Little man didn't know what she wanted except for her spreading her legs and chucking her tits in his face."

I gasped in shock. However Jennifer didn't seem to be worried about that sort of activity being carried out with her thirteen-year-old son!

Edward saw my anguish immediately. He coughed for attention. Jennifer stopped in whatever else it was she was going to add about her son's sexual kidnapping.

"Brenda you saw Megan and Tabitha. How old did you think they were?" he asked softly.

I shrugged. "I would guess around nine, maybe ten," I answered.

"Jane, James?" he prompted.

"Twelve, maybe thirteen," I said softly not understanding what he was getting at.

"If I told you that Megan and Tabitha are almost nineteen years old, as is Jane and that James is eighteen and a half, would you believe me?" he asked me in the most serious tones he had spoken in all afternoon.

I gasped in shock.

"All of the students that would be attending your classes, Brenda are all adults in the eyes of the law and society. They appear as they do because of their empathic abilities. It has been going on since they revealed their abilities. So around ten, eleven years. Though, Adam was the earliest of them to show his powerful mind, I think he was around five. His brother, Ben around seven. Roland, whom is the brightest of them all, around six. James is the youngest of this group and he displayed his ability to make his toy planes fly around his room before he came to first grade. It drove his father mad and he and Jennifer fought bitterly over the man wanting to take him away to a special group for testing.

"Our other special girl is Deborah, though she prefers Debbie. She can appear as anything from a delightful and mischievous ten year old to a wisened woman in her thirties who can shut down many an amorous pursuer of her favours with a few words from her sharp tongue or a withering glance from her bright green eyes. I find her extremely unpredictable but at the same time very intense and at the same time mysterious. She, I believe, will give you more trouble than any of them if you do not cotton on to her ways very quickly. She is just younger than Jane.

"We believe that when you get to know them better you will see through their disguises and understand your role in their education properly. There is something about you, Miss Hawkins that already fascinates their minds. I don't quite know what it is but I have never felt such an excitement from them since the Prism announced your arrival on the outskirts of the shield. It caused quite a stir. Frankly I am surprised that you have not met all of them yet. Perhaps the other boys and Debbie are elbows deep in some project or another but I do know that Megan and Tabitha deliberately made themselves visible to you when you first reached the town proper. Jane does not work in Henry's tavern but she was certainly quick to read that you needed to freshen up and escorted you to the powder room. James, always accompanies his mother to important events. He is a very keen student of government affairs and I think he would like to become involved more in the community in emulation of his wonderful mother. I think today he was making sure that he got a bit more information to pass on to the others before they will all, no doubt, find some excuse to come and see you tomorrow."

"How do they do that?" was all I could think of to say.

"They try to explain that it is a reflection of those around them. I guess in some ways it is. The little ones playact as girls that are innocent and vulnerable because that is what a lot of the people in the village want them to be. We have a long history of sadness with our special ones, Brenda. They are never with us long enough and sometimes we get too worried that they will grow up and leave us far too soon," replied Henrietta with a small catch in her voice. I looked at her sharply.

"We will talk more about that later, love," said Carol softly as she reached a hand over to place it on Henrietta's hand resting on the table. The older woman gave Carol a small nod of thanks.

"Despite that," I found myself still worrying, "didn't these teachers that took James see him as an innocent boy or did they know that he was old enough to play with them? How did he react when he realised that they wanted him to have sex with them? Did he panic and run or did he let them have their way with him?" Somehow the thought of those bright eyes being wide open and shining in sexual rut was affecting my own pussy. I felt myself getting damp at the thought of his beautiful body between my legs and his cock deep inside me. I blushed in a little shame at the suddenly lustful thoughts I was having about a boy that I had originally perceived as not being old enough to understand what was required of him but now I wasn't sure!

"Don't worry about him, Brenda. Nothing shocks or truly upsets our kids. It is one of the things that we are looking for guidance and education about. They are truly unemotional about the things that occur around or because of them," Edward smiled reassuringly at me. "James described the event as if he were telling you about what he had for dinner last night. It is, in his mind, inconsequential and he had not reacted like you would expect any other boy of that age to react. However, if a pretty woman was naked and tempting me or any of the other normal boys at eighteen there may have been some very different reactions," he smiled at me and we all tittered at what those reactions may have been and whether any of us would have heard about it.

Edward continued, "As we have told you they have conjured up beasts and demons in their playing of games that looked like something out of nightmares. Some of those imaginary beings are, however, much more adult. Big tits, barely covered pussies and arses, cocks as big as an elephant's trunk and as gorgeous as anyone could imagine. Comic book heroes come to life. They think nothing of fighting them and even just playing with them. The villagers have got used to those sorts of things. However, sex is something of a major and historical problem. We really need you to be a focus and perhaps solve a problem that has eluded solution for centuries," Edward said calmly.

I think I blushed. If one of these young men was already thinking of munching on my pussy what were the older ones going to be imagining I was doing with them! I silently pleaded for a sign that would help me truly understand what I was letting myself in for if I stayed. I suddenly had visions of my naked body draped across my teacher's desk as I tried to teach mathematics as cock slid in and out of my wet cunt in full view of my students. I almost laughed at my lewd thoughts though I was looking around the table at the adult faces and pleading for further advice.

"Brenda," Jennifer drew my attention back to her and from my frantic silent pleading. "If you look at the children you will be misled in ways that none of us could describe to you because everyone in this town sees them differently. I know that my own son looks like an innocent boy of around thirteen. He is eighteen almost nineteen years of age. The same as Henrietta's two sons, Ben and Adam. They appear to most people as if they are fourteen and sixteen. They are much older. In fact all of this group is over the age of eighteen years. That is what their birth certificates will tell you. They were all born in the same two-year period. Born after we had lost the last of our special children to the madness that seems to afflict all of them when they reach the age of twenty-nine or so. We have only two special ones that have lived and stayed on beyond that age. Whom they are is not important at the moment. Whether you meet them or not is another thing altogether. This group of children, for one reason or another, hide their true images!" she finished with a soft hiss. I could not tell if it was displeasure or frustration.

"I understand that, Jennifer. I have already seen it with my own eyes but..." I paused as I stared around them, "I did get a feeling that something was not right. A small thing in the corner of my eyes that said something different to what was right in front of me. Is this what you mean when you say I might see them differently?" I asked more in hope rather than knowledge that I might get an answer that would satisfy the things I was feeling.

Henrietta gave her chest a rather delightful heave as she sighed before answering me.

"They act like children. Even the two youngest appearing ones, Tabitha and her best friend, Megan, the two that ran off saying that a princess had arrived when you first got here, are annoyingly immature. If you see them properly, not many of us can, you will see the maturity in their eyes and bodies. Why they choose to act the way they do is beyond us. We have theories as we have said but we are quite desperate to find out what is going on in those minds but none of us," she pointed around the room with her soft elegant hands, "understand it and we are probably the closest things that they have that could be called friends. Even us parents find it confusing. They have told me that some days they feel like they are the children and the girls the adults as they organise some experiment that they want to carry out. Other times they feel as if they have to hold their hand to help them safely cross the street. Something within those pair is very much out of kilter with the others that at least appear to have reached puberty.

"Parents have strange relationships with the special ones. Sometimes we think we know them properly and other times we are as flabbergasted with them as any stranger that would encounter them. I am a mother of five boys, Brenda," Henrietta spoke slowly. "Even I have trouble believing my youngest two to be eighteen-year-olds. Adam is nine months older than Ben as it seemed I got pregnant almost immediately after Adam was born thanks to his amorous father," she giggled but turned serious very quickly. "For years they could not seem to get past being troubled thirteen-year-olds. I was at odds with them on everything from what colour clothes they would wear to what they would eat. They went from vegetarians to ravenous meat eaters. They even armed themselves with bows and arrows and went hunting. I lost my shit when they brought home a two-hundred-pound boar and told me to cook it. So badly did I carry on that they went native and lived in the forest for nearly twelve months. Their father and Tom had to coax them back to live in the village. When I saw them I swore that they were men of thirty! It scared me. A few days later they came to me as if they were five or six. The clung to me and made me mother them again. I don't know whether they did it because they felt that the bond between us had been broken or what. I now feel closer to them than I have ever been.

"Now I simply want them to mature. I want them to find a path in life that suits them but does not make them, like so many others of the special ones, into people that turn their back on civilization and head off into a retreat that sees them die alone. I do not want their talents lost like all the others!" she finished passionately as she held my hands tightly. I could not help but feel scared, terrified even, of this overwhelming task that she had set me. If their own mother had no clue as to what drove them, how was I supposed to mould it?

"We fail," Jennifer sounded sad as I turned my eyes away from the quite distraught Henrietta and faced the younger woman. "We have failed to educate them in the ways of love and sex. They find no interest in each other or any of the opposite sex. My theory is that something in the powers that the town grants them has made them pause. Somehow they are misinterpreting that pause into being immature and younger. They don't want to become adults because that may mean they are going to lose something. I don't know what it is but I see the conflict in James' eyes. Sometimes I almost feel that he is on the verge of showing me that he is an adult and wants to be a man that I can be proud of and rely on. I am a single woman and it has been a struggle for me to cope as a mother to a very strange but also very loving child. I think he is torn between being a loving happy child that causes me no troubles and being a young man that perhaps I would not cuddle or kiss so readily.

"You are a sexy woman. We understand that you have a certain attitude about you that is not frightened of being a sexy woman and enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, both male and female," she continued despite my indignant blush and soft protest that was on my lips. "There are things about Little Prism that you will come to understand in time, if you stay, that give us, the elders, an insight into those we invite to come to our village. You might call it our secret powers that the children have either not detected or tried to circumvent. They are either not worried about it or accept that it is simply part of the rules. That power informs us in unexpected ways. It is so we are not unprepared for anything that threatens us, or in your case, gives us hope that things can be achieved that is for the betterment of our village."

"Please, Brenda, we are not talking about something as simple as showing them pornographic books, movies and letting them have full slather on the internet. They, you will find, know all about the acts between men and women. What they don't understand is why or the purpose of sex!" Carol spoke quietly but intensely as she stared at me. I could see in her eyes that there was something else behind that look. She was frightened!

I looked at Jennifer, Henrietta and finally at Edward, they all had that same fear in their eyes.

"I am not afraid of some hands-on experience if that is what you are afraid of," I said softly even as I felt a small blush across my neck and down onto my breasts.

"Not afraid, Brenda. A little embarrassed if we tell the truth," answered Carol.

"You say that but I feel as if you have opened your bedroom doors to them. You say they know what sex is but can't see the purpose. Do they not see the results of lovemaking in the other children that reside in the town with them? Surely they know the purpose of sex. I think you are trying to tell me that they don't understand why you have sex with your husbands even if you do not want more children. They don't understand that you want to have sex because it gives you and your partners a great deal of pleasure and the pursuit of that pleasure is part of the game of life," I said evenly though my heart was trip-trapping in my chest and I knew my cheeks were blushing pinkly.

"That is why, exactly the reason, we need someone like you, Brenda," Edward said quietly. "We have, as you said, have shown them sex in all of its forms. Allowing them to read, view on the internet, and I am unsure how much loving parents have shown their children, but I am aware that the children have observed the acts live. We don't understand why, with all that they have seen and heard, why they are not interested in pursuing sexual relationships. We are not the only parents, leaders and friends that have done so. In the past they have been shown, quite graphically and openly, the joy of the pleasure between man and woman, woman and woman and man and man. They have been witnesses to orgies and marriages where several men and women joyfully come together. It made no difference to them then, it makes no difference to them now.

"Bugger me, from what we have observed they don't even masturbate! All of us found that singular pleasure well before the ages that these kids are showing us. It is frustrating and it's a very real danger to us that, like so many before them, they will never find it. That they will pass on in some ridiculous fashion without spreading their talents naturally instead of waiting for the whims of some power we don't understand to bestow it upon another child born from normal parents. The town's whole history is filled with these tragic stories. We are at our wit's end!" he finished passionately.

"Why me?" I asked and got shy smiles all around. "Yes, I have a nice body. No doubt somehow you know about my sexual appetites and things that have happened to me in the past. Did you think that by trapping me in this beautiful place that I would simply become some sex doll that would allow them to use my body and show them how much I enjoy it? Do you think that if I become their slut that somehow I will teach them how to love?" I queried. I was surprised that I did not get angry as I asked my questions. For some reason, the thought of becoming some sort of sexual example did not upset me as much as I thought it should.

"Here, read these," said Henrietta as she passed me over a thin binder that had been labelled 'APPLICANTS' in neatly written block letters.

Only two others had applied. A very stern faced and grumpy looking man in his mid to late forties whose resume and cover letter indicated that he simply wanted to escape a life he was unhappy with in the city. The other was a woman in her late fifties, maybe early sixties, with an attitude that apparently came from a world where discipline was handed out far more than praise. "A good wallop with the stick will soon get them into line!" she had written in her application that the horrified mothers had read. Carol suggested that even from their photographs, she opined would probably be the two of them at their best, could she even dare to ask one or both of them to discuss things as basic and instinctive as sex with her son. Henrietta agreed before she pointed to my own mugshot and application.

"There is someone I decided could give these students something to think about!" she giggled as I turned a brighter shade of crimson.

"What happened to the other applicants?" I asked to cover my sudden fit of embarrassment at the quite frankly sexual gaze that both Carol and Henrietta gave me.

Apparently both had accepted invitations to come and meet the committee but neither had shown up much to the relief of the four adults around me.

"Do I look that experienced in sex?" I asked as I tried to not blush as red as I thought my face would be from the heat I could feel.

"Quite frankly, Brenda, I found you as hot as hell when I saw your photograph for the first time. Then I saw you walking up the cobblestones with Edward. Blond hair, those lovely big tits, your hips swaying as you walked so daintily beside him and the playful giggle you gave out when Megan and Tabitha ran away hand-in-hand. I immediately thought of the women that I have watched in romantic movies giggling as they unveiled themselves to a bright-eyed lover seeing your body for the first time. I was smitten and I thought my husband is going to want me to dye my hair blond!" Henrietta giggled and blushed as she looked me in the eyes.

"Jesus, Henrietta, you are going to scare her away!" Carol giggled loudly. Her big tits trembled and her eyes lit up in mischief as she looked from her friend and back to me.

"It is an effect you have already had on several men, and women, in the town, Brenda. I told you I was already fielding phone calls from people that wanted to keep you company. Some of those that wanted to warm your bed are not much older than my son," Jennifer told me with a small laugh.

I think I blushed to the roots of my hair and down my breasts.

"All that and you have only been here six hours," Edward Toms added with a wink.

I collapsed into laughter. I couldn't do anything else. When I recovered a little as Carol took it upon herself to make us some more coffee I faced the four of them again. "Perhaps I should pack just mini-skirts and button up shirts as my teacher's uniform," I suggested with a suggestive smile.

"I will bet that you would hardly get a glance up your skirt, knickers or not," Carol said disgustedly as she filled cups with hot water.

I gasped.

"Tried it," Jennifer said with a giggle. "I came to the classroom, here," she pointed through the wall into the dark room next door, "with my tits almost falling out, a skirt so short that I could feel the wind blowing over my pussy as I walked and not one of them even glanced at my legs. I think I have nice legs but not one of those boys, or the girls, barely flickered an eyebrow. I could have walked in here naked. Not even James said anything about it when I asked him if Mummy was sexy when he came home. He actually told me that Jane had wondered if I knew anything about C++ programming. That was how interested they were in my display.

"Now you might have more success but I think they just saw me as James' Mum. Wouldn't have mattered what I wore. It is why we haven't tried it with any of the other women and sexy men in town. All of those we asked already said that they have tried to attract their attention. Some of them quite blatantly. Not one flicker of interest!" Jennifer finished with a sigh of exasperation.

"We lack a certain finesse, you might say, in trying to work out what attracts their attention in that way," Edward continued. "The porn, the attempts by the girls and boys around the town to become a physical playmate, talking, even lecturing them on the importance of producing offspring. They simply look blank and just shrug their shoulders. The most I got out of Adam was that he thought young Rebecca was a pretty girl and hoped she found a nice man. So they are not complete robots but he was certainly not interested in becoming that 'nice man' for her," he sighed almost as dramatically as Jennifer had.

"Instead of throwing pussy and tits at them have you tried finding out reasons why they may want to make a female feel nice about herself? Given them something for them not just to look at but find something for them to care about?" I asked as I listened with growing awe at what these parents had been trying to achieve.

"How?" Carol asked softly.

"I don't know. But if they think of me as a princess then maybe the princess in distress or sad might make them want to find out how to solve her problems or how to make her happy again?" I suggested with a shrug of my shoulders.

There were thoughtful faces around me as they sat back and contemplated my words.

"I think you are an intelligent woman, Brenda," Jennifer suddenly giggled. "Damsel in distress we had not thought about. However," she quelled the sudden interest around her, "I think that Damsel has to be someone that they care about first. We can't seem to get any of them to care about anything or anyone other than the next tool or gadget they are building for someone or the next improvement that they are making with their little programs and electronic systems. They can spend weeks helping out the council to make a better way to water gardens or make the lights more efficient at night and not waste power. A person, not so far," she finished quietly.

"It seems that they care enough about me to want me to stay for a bit longer," I said softly into the silence that followed. I felt all of them turn their eyes to me and for a moment I could feel the weight of expectation descend over my shoulders.

After I had handed back the thin binder with the applicant details, Jennifer passed me a slightly thicker one which she told me I could keep. It contained photographs and a brief one- or two-page summary of each of my students. I giggled with the mothers as they pointed out their sons trying to look serious for whomever had taken their portrait photos. I could see a little bit of the bright eyes of James and I was almost taken aback at the blossoming beauty that were the four girls of whom I had only encountered three. The last one Debbie looked quite bored as she stared at the photographer and I could not help but agree with Carol's assessment that she might be a bit mischievous if she let herself be open.

"These are all taken of them on the same day. You will notice, if you stare at them long enough, that they don't appear to be quite right. As if they had been photo-shopped or somehow digitally changed to give the impression of young, carefree people. Having seen them at different times in places where I had not expected to see them, I know that those faces are different. Not a lot but enough for me to keep uppermost in my mind and not let the youthfulness of Megan, Tabitha, Jane or Debbie fool me. They are all heart-breakers and they have twisted many a man around their soft little fingers to get their way. I would have been pleased if some of that manipulation was to get them into their beds but normally it is to get a free ice-cream, or a pretty bauble, mainly though it is information or a chance to experiment with some machine or process. Too many of the boys around here wank themselves over those girls and feel ashamed that they are imagining bald cunnies and little tits lying spread-legged on their beds!" Edward grumped.

"I have had too many women tell me that they want to fuck my son senseless and yet they refrain from teasing him with glimpses of soft tits or long thighs because they would be fucking an innocent babe! The little bugger is a chick magnet but he brushes them all off with a simple wave of his hands because he has absolutely no clue why they have stiff nipples and suddenly smell of wild honey, his description of their wet pussies! It is frustrating and sometimes I want to tie him down to his bed and let those women have him until he understands what his big cock is for!" Jennifer spoke coldly as if it were her fault that her son was a dumb bastard! "Unfortunately I doubt if his cock would get hard enough for any of them to have a good time. It is so very, very frustrating! I was looking forward to being the mother that intercepted hot girls at the front door and checking them out as to what they intended to do with my innocent son!" her frustration turned to giggles of mirth as she imagined that scenario.

Carol and Henrietta nodded in agreement. Even Edward smiled as he told me that Jane's father had told him that he already had boys knocking on his door asking if Jane would like to go out. "Jane comes to the door and gives them a look that would wither even the most romantic of them to hide their flowers and bow their heads to kick the ground as they head back down the street. Janet, her mum, has decided that she might as well pack up all the baby clothes she has saved over the years for a grandchild might as well go to charity," he finished a little forlornly.

I stared at the eight full page photographs for a bit longer as the four adults fell silent. I could feel their eyes regarding me. All of the photos seem to have a peculiar glow or aura, I suppose my imagination might have been running me away, which led me to believe that they were much older than my mental statistics showed me. I was quite surprised when Henrietta told me her boys were eighteen, confirmed by their birth certificate extracts, yet they appeared only fourteen and sixteen, at most, by their smiling faces, their eyes seemed to indicate an agelessness that I couldn't quite define.

"It is a part of their natures, Brenda. Our special ones, as we call them, can appear to be at times as old as the mountains. If you stare into their eyes you can see things that no-one of their ages should know about yet we have all heard them talk about things that happened a hundred, two hundred even five hundred years ago!" said Carol in what I could only sense as being quietly proud but also a little in awe of her own child. "Yet in other ways they are like babes in the woods. The girls especially have no idea that they are quite beautiful nor the boys understand that there is something about them that can make hearts beat just a little bit faster. Especially young James!" she finished with a little laugh even as the mother of the boy chuckled with her.

My embarrassment, and I will admit my rising sexual excitement, cooled a little as the three adults gave me some more insight into the students as I idly flicked the plastic sleeves back and forth memorising the faces and names.

"Why not build the school again to take in all the students? Surely if you can get me to come here then I am sure others would as well?" I asked as I closed the binder and sat back waiting for further questions.

Their replies were piecemeal from them all. I gathered though from the cross conversations that Little Prism had once had a school that taught the village's happy population of children. The school taught both the normal students and had separate areas for the special ones where they were taught by master craftsmen and women. However, over time the number of children had declined a little and trying to entice decent teachers to the isolated village had proven almost impossible. Edward told me that he knew that the benefits and wage rates that they offered were well beyond those of the schools outside. I nodded my head in agreement. The trouble was, they all opined, was that Little Prism was so isolated that possible applicants realised that they would seldom have the time to travel back to big cities or to families for visits or holidays.

"Not much good having a swelling bank account and nowhere to spend it. We have a very good bartering system within the village. You will often find people exchanging gifts and services rather than cash. For example, Edward is an accountant by trade and in return for doing some bookkeeping and tax returns he has never paid for a plumber, electrician or any other trade service since he has been here. I bake and some of my tarts and biscuits pay for his looking at Wayne's books. We still have money and it is used when we run out of things to barter but it is easy for a teacher to give an extra hour's tutoring to a student to get his or her clothes washed and ironed than to pay cash that they seldom had to spend for anything in town anyway," Carol said by way of elaboration.

"Even our lovely hostesses will give up their services for some painting of their bedroom walls or some lovely eggs and vegetables," Henrietta giggled as I raised an eyebrow at her suggesting that sex was a tradeable commodity.

"We don't really encourage it, Brenda, at the same time we don't believe that we are so puritan that we don't know that sometimes a woman or man likes to give of themselves for pleasure with others. We don't believe that single males or females a long way from partners should be unable to have some relief when they could give adult lessons in reading and writing to girls who didn't stick to their schoolwork because they found the pleasure of the flesh to be more their profession," Jennifer told me with a wide grin.

"Anyway, Brenda the last male teacher we had here was over a dozen years ago and he ran from the place like the hounds of hell were chasing him when we told him that the school was going to be closed and the students heading to Ravenswood. At the time we only had around fifteen normal children at the school," Edward said with a rueful smile.

"Why running?" I couldn't help but ask.

"He was so straight and proper that the offer to have his sexual needs taken care of by one of the older mistress' of her trade tested his resolve to remain celibate until he was married. His stick up his arse and holier than thou attitude did not make him popular with anyone, let alone the students. Maude's penchant for letting her breasts fall out into his face almost every time she saw him made him into a stuttering and stammering fool. She was a beautiful and very open woman and he could not shame her even with his so-called educated derision of her. To be frank it was his attitude that made us all agree that the school would be better off closed. He was never made aware of the Special Ones. He was not the type of person that we believed could handle such an affront to his so-called intellectual superiority. Frankly we were all quite surprised that he lasted the twelve months that he did. All of us believed he would resign and head off after only a few months, but his internal assumption that he needed to stay and do the job he was contracted to do made him stay much to the dismay of everyone.

"Since then, of course, and bound to happen, the school population has quadrupled but we have never been able to attract any more teachers. At least not applicants that we believed would be able to fit into the environs of Little Prism," Edward answered me.

The normal kids were happily commuting via bus to nearby Ravenswood school and some even ventured further afield to boarding schools. The high IQ students were educated by various master tradesmen and women and a few retired teachers that had stayed in the village. Even a few professors and university educated professionals tried their hands at teaching. However, the children soon outstripped their tutors and often times they were left to their own devices.

Henrietta continued on how they had tried to send the special children to bigger schools but the results had been disastrous. Fights had broken out among normally friendly kids at the other schools over who was going to befriend the new girls and boys. Teachers had resigned in disgrace after they had admitted wanting to have sex with several of the boys and girls.

None had gone as far as the events surrounding James but something about his sexual aura had apparently sent a couple of older female teachers into raptures and they had conspired to take the young man between their legs. It was evident that the town had made a few attempts over the last fifty or so years to give their special ones more of an education than they could offer even when they had their own school.

I found myself considering a few other options that they hadn't seemed to consider but I decided that I would assess these students first before I made these suggestions. Besides, I told myself seriously, I hadn't even been offered the job yet! Another little part of me was already planning. There was no way I was going to back down if they did offer me this opportunity to work with what I was rapidly believing was a challenge that was going to test every bit of my knowledge, patience and, perhaps, even my courage.

Edward told me of phone calls he had to make to the headmaster to tell him that the special ones were no longer in their classes. Teachers were bewildered when they would spy one of the girls heading towards their classrooms only to panic when the child did not occupy their usual seat in the back row. He had had to arrange with Adam to inform him when the students decided that they had had enough of boring school lessons or simply decided that they had better things to do and displaced themselves.

"Adam always knows where they are. He is their leader. So he rings me or comes and sees me if he had decided that he has left school as well. Their ability to move themselves wherever they want is quite as annoying as it is impossible to explain to those outside the village. He is a good lad like that," Edward informed me as if this was just another hazard of dealing with his special citizens.

"Leader?" I questioned as I stared at the young man's photograph. I could see an agelessness in his eyes that not only made my pussy wet but set my heart beating almost as much as when I had looked into James' soulful eyes.

"Each generation of them has a leader. Mostly it is the eldest of them. Strangely we have never had an overlap of them," Edward answered nonchalantly.

"Overlap?" I asked and cursed myself inwardly for my one-word conversations.

"Never been a new generation start before the last of the previous one has died or gone missing," Carol answered for the man.

"Adam was born a month after Raymond, the youngest of the previous group, was found hanging from a tree in the forest a few kilometres outside the prism boundary," Edward finished the explanation. His tone was quite sad as if the death of the young man he referred to was something he thought he could have stopped.

"It was not your fault, Edward!" Carol hissed at him.

"But..." the man started. Carol cut him off.

"He was insane, Edward. Talking about knowing that the world was ending and that it was because of him! He did nothing but predict doom and gloom for the last year that he was alive. Sitting in the street and telling everyone that the end was coming. He wouldn't bathe, wouldn't eat and his whole personality changed! You would have not been able to do anything to stop him running off!" the woman almost yelled at the tall handsome man that held his head in his hands.

I silently gasped in horror. Did all of them have this affliction? Is that why they were so worried about this group? Did they want me to somehow stop them going insane by giving them something else to follow? By stirring up the instinctive need to love and be loved? Was this my real job? Was this the thing that they had mentioned about them never being around long enough? The thoughts hit me one after the other as I looked around this group of very worried people.

"How long did the trial of sending them to another school with ordinary students last?" I asked trying to settle the tense atmosphere that had suddenly pervaded the room.

After only a few months of this latest trial separation the children were back at their homes continuing to be supervised and, somewhat haphazardly, educated by parents and other members of the village. Previous attempts had not lasted very long. Edward grimaced when he said that the whole class of special ones suddenly appearing in his front living room complaining that if they had to go one more minute in that awful fucking school and they were going to burn it down was enough to shut down the experiment.

The latest trial and the kidnap of James and obvious disinterest of the rest of them decided the council that the experiment, once again, was a failure. It was after this episode that it was decided that a school and an especially chosen teacher would be better for everyone concerned. Little Prism had the resources for the building and equipment needs. Already the small number of children, eight that had been identified when I first came to the village, congregated in the remnants of the old school that had slowly been dismantled and the materials used for other buildings over time. The further demolishing of the old school was prohibited and a campaign began to have this small number of students properly supervised and educated. I was not surprised when they told me that the building we were in was the last remnants of that school.

"The children are of an age, and I presume an intelligence, to go to university?" I asked before they caused me to blush and wet my panties anymore than they already were by discussing my role in sexually educating them. It was one of the ideas I had floating in the back of my mind as I considered strategies for helping the students.

"The children are also directors of several companies, are paid as consultants on anything from aeroplane engine construction, ship building, road construction and a stack of other businesses across the world," Edward Toms surprised me with that admission. "Oh not all of this current group but those that came before. We hold patents for over a thousand designs and ideas. The children often take me and some of the tradespeople and businesspeople off on trips to these jobs. There are many of the normal adults that grew up with the Special Ones and took studies and advice from them to end up in positions within those companies. They give back as much as they can. They say it is part of their mission to make the world better. There are people from Little Prism in positions all over the world working in businesses, corporations and factories. Our current group consults when they are needed. You will have to allow for that in your schedules, Brenda."

"As for universities," Henrietta gave that wonderful chest of hers another deep breath and made it appear even more appealing and bigger than before. I found myself seriously wondering if those breasts would feel as nice as Glenda's if I lay my face between them! The woman continued to talk even though her eyes smiled at me as if she was reading my thoughts, "they could replace half the lecturers if they had proper qualifications. Adam went to MIT for a half a semester. His coldness and remoteness alienated most of his professors. Not even Debbie going to him as a companion student could get him to stop embarrassing those learned men when he stood up in the auditoriums and emotionlessly told them that their theories and mathematics were wrong.

"He would not argue with them. He would simply walk up to their white boards or chalk boards and replace variables and calculations with the ones that he knew, somehow, were correct. He would leave them stuttering and stammering as he simply walked away and out through the exit. Then he would teleport home. He would then decide to attend some lectures at other universities but the results were the same. He got very disgusted and gave up." She gave me a wide smile that I could not interpret was pride in her son or whether she was pleased that my eyes travelled all over her large breasts.

Edward interrupted my idle fantasising as Henrietta and I locked eyes for a moment. "I got phone call after phone call from disgruntled Deans begging me to send Adam back and get him to explain to these screaming professors what he had done and how he had known that it was wrong. Adam refused to return. He told me that he shouldn't have shown them the correct calculations if they could not work it out themselves. It even made one professor call his publisher and have his recently published book deleted and all the copies burned because he had realised that his entire work was total rubbish after Adam had found a giant hole in his theories and data.

"We turned to Debbie hoping she could convince Adam to return. She told us that she couldn't and after a while we found out the reason. She was not really a great influence on Adam because she was just as likely to do it as well when she attended some of the advanced computer subject lectures she thought might give her something new. She rewrote a whole system for one university professor in three hours and loaded it onto their servers. Her changes shut the whole system down for a month while the programmers worked out what she had done. They finally released the program, her program, back into the system and let it rewrite their entire database and correct the errors that had been present since its original inception. They paid Debbie over a million dollars for her three hours work!" Edward's grin was as wide as Henrietta's as he almost glowed at the talents of the woman I suspected he thought most highly of given his previous comments about her.

"There is a little bit of affection between Debbie, Jane and Adam. We had hoped it would grow into a spark of romance but it seems that Adam finds those two girls need more leadership than the others. He has told me that the boredom that both of them experience too many times could be dangerous. He says he needs to find things that interest them and keep them occupied for a lot longer than other things. He, I suppose, is their big brother," Henrietta finished answering my original question.

"So university is out," I conceded a little bit forlornly despite the smiles around me that caused me to smile just as widely.

"Unless you can become a focus and want them to become formally qualified, Miss Hawkins," Jennifer smiled to take away some of the sting of her words to me. I think I blushed rather badly.

"I am not sure that there is any such thing as a Degree in Cock sucking, or in 101 Positions for Fucking for Pleasure, Miss Hawkins!" answered Henrietta before laughing outrageously. It set the whole table, including myself, off into trembling bodies of mirth. It was the perfect requirement, at that moment, to wipe away the little bit of doom that was threatening to encroach upon our fairly light discussion about this serious problem.

I smiled for a long time after I observed Henrietta take a long time to let her deep blush fade from the top of her lovely big breasts, throat and face. I think the woman may have liked to have had a position herself teaching either course. We eventually got ourselves back to the problem with a few snickers punctuating our conversation. I noted that it was not just me that had been eyeing Henrietta's full blush across her semi-exposed breasts. I swear Carol licked her lips and let her eyes stare longingly into the valley of those breasts where it had highlighted the fullness of the other woman's chest.

Henrietta, it seemed, did not mind the viewing of her blush or her breasts. She was quick to bring our attention back to the matter in hand even though she fussed with her top a little and, to my eyes, let more of her big breasts come into view.

Their biggest problem had been finding someone to become the focus of this fantastic group of young minds. Especially someone that would not be phased by the fact that they were all of a similar age to normal students that would have been leaving school for university or to join the workforce. It seemed my experience with dealing with children from five to eighteen was seen as advantageous in this regard. They reminded me that the width of ages that the children presented to the public and correspondingly acting accordingly would give me more reference than if I simply concentrated on them being truly adults.

However, it was more because of my extra studies, life experience and my healthy outlook on life that I had included as a separate page in my resume where I spoke about my art, my interests in running, exercising and martial arts that had been something the village committee had found more exciting. I guess my enthusiasm had carried over into my writing about my life that had suggested that I might have also had a voracious appetite for sex as well! I racked my brain for what words or suggestions that I may have inadvertently revealed these things about my private life. I could not recall anything specific but they had casually commented about me and their thoughts seemed to indicate that they had some inkling into how I felt about sex. Though I did worry about how they got that information I did not let it distract me from continuing to learn more about these fascinating people and their troubled students. I would have to talk to Glenda and see if she did not give them some further insight. I could not recall her mentioning anything about being asked to give me a reference.

"You see, Brenda, only three people applied," Jennifer interrupted my thoughts. "We are isolated, we don't offer a lot of things for people to do and," she looked hard at me, "we only tell secrets about our village and our residents only to those that pass through the barrier and the strange powers and stay. We have done that to protect us and have done for a long time. Seldom do we find people that come to us detect anything different about our town. Those of us that have been here since we were born and have a family tree that stretches back thousands of years guard our secrets and the powers of the special ones. My ex-husband showed how vulnerable our children can be when all that history is unknown and they think they are the first to discover a child that can make things fly and talk. It was only with help of the powers that guard us that stopped him from taking James away."

"What are these powers?" I asked a little bemused by this change of tack. They had all discussed the village and its environs as somehow being magical. I think my sudden sitting straight and staring at the woman prompted her to give me more explanation about these constant references to a power that they all seemed to know was there but could not define.

It was Jennifer that told me the tale. "Well the town has been here for thousands of years, back when the Goth and Vikings raided. There is evidence that this particular location between the valleys with abundant water, fertile soil and the forests attracted settlement way back to the stone age. There are relics that show that the village was never raided, burnt down or rebuilt after periods of dormancy. We suspect that there has always been a well-protected and thriving settlement here since man came out of their caves. Though there are quite a number of caves around the place as well that show settlement long before the first huts were built and the land used to grow crops.

"Well before the Romans came to this land. Some Roman influences are here but they do not appear to have come about because they conquered the town, more likely Roman soldiers that gave up the war when they became lost in the mountains and decided to settle here. As it seems have most of the tribes that set out to conquer or explore this country. In fact most of us can trace back family to north Europe somewhere. We seem to have a culture that has come from all places around the world! There are African, North and South American, Middle Eastern, Asian and even Antipodean influences within our village, its architecture and even our language that is a mystery to everyone about how they got here.

"About a thousand, maybe twelve hundred, years ago, or so the legend tells it, one of the children had gone off playing by themselves in the forests and had become lost. The village grieved because people that went out into the forest by themselves usually ended up wolf food. Anyway, the story goes that another young man, no more than a child, Christopher, had gone off into the forest but his purpose was to kill the leader of a pack of wolves that were threatening to destroy the peaceful village. Again the village grieved for the loss of one so young but they were totally surprised when he returned after being gone for over a month.

"After his parents had joyfully welcomed him back and the local wise men and women had checked him out he did something rather remarkable. He stood naked in the village square and called everyone to come and watch. He held a crystal shaped like a prism in his hands and held it up for everyone to see the sunlight striking it and spreading out all the colours of the rainbow all around him. He then threw it as high as he could into the air and the people watched it sail right up to the clouds. Suddenly the sun struck it again as it hovered hundreds, perhaps thousands of feet above them. The rainbows flooded out of the crystal and surrounded the entire village and for a distance beyond the town including the dense forests and up to the top of the mountain ranges that surrounded the valleys.

"Christopher is supposed to have shouted out that all of those that were faithful to the village and to each other would never have to leave the protection of the prism and that while we stayed within its bounds our children and our village would be blessed with good fortune and health."

I was almost trembling as I stared at the smiling woman.

"It is the condensed version, Brenda. I will tell you the full story some other time. Suffice to say that something very special happened on that day. It is not just legend. It was a very real event and its presence, even today, is as real as you and I are. It reminds us that we are here and because of it we have the special ones with us as our sons and daughters.

"You saw the prism, Brenda and you saw the lights. We know that because else you would never have found this village nor answered our prayers for someone to teach our children."

It suddenly occurred to me that the other two applicants had obviously been rejected by whatever power surrounded this village before the committee had the chance to do the same.

I shuddered as I stared back at Jennifer. "Y-yes, I-I saw them," I stuttered softly.

"Only when someone that is going to make momentous change to our village does the prism shine as it did on that first day and everyone within its influence sees it. It has happened only twice in recorded history of the town before you came here. The last time was when the first doctor came to us six hundred years ago. He saved the town with his medicines that he drew from the plants and the animals that lived in the forests. Later we found that he had found the cure for the plague that destroyed nearly a fifth of the population outside of our protective barrier. It was his teachings and his notes that prevented any of the population from contracting the Spanish Flu that decimated Europe hundreds of years later. Our Doctors in the village still refer to Oran's methods to counteract disease.

"Before that a woman, one that had not been expected, caused the prism to sing and shine again. She became our first Mayor after Christopher's rebellion against the despots that had managed to take over the town and had enslaved the special ones and most of the population. About two hundred years after he disappeared again, we presumed he had died, a woman came and it was thought that the crystal chiming was a sign that she was to be someone that would be very special. She was a scientist and a philosopher as well as a very good administrator and opened our borders to trade with other towns and travellers. She brought a knowledge to our village that let us survive and become wealthy again without the influx of population that would have become unmanageable and gobble up our resources as had happened in the past.

"At the same time she spoke of peace and the need to insulate ourselves from the conflict of others outside our borders. It was like she could foresee the future and the painful and needless conflicts that came with it. We never lost any of our sons and daughters to the wars that plagued Europe. We did not offer up any cannon fodder for the fools that chased religious artefacts or fought against the tyrants of both our own country or others for land and supposed power over their citizens. We became a haven for those that were war weary and sought out peaceful lives. She taught us that we were not cowards but were strong enough to not let any other dominate us. We are proud that not one man or woman in this village has ever raised a weapon in anger against another living being.

"We have never shirked our responsibility to the government that rules this country as a democratic institution. We did not pay taxes or tip our caps to the bullies that declared themselves Kings and Queens or Sheriffs of our region. In fact many of them never even knew we existed, only in legends and whispers. When the modern world came we understood their systems. We had democratic government, centralised trade control, education, workers' rights and much more before the first surveyor found our village at the behest of his ruler. We invited him into our world and learnt from him and his crew. We registered our town with their new postal service, their transportation and education systems as they came into existence. In fact some of our people took up jobs within their great bureaucracy, much to their frustration at times, but we obey their laws as much as they apply to us and we pay our taxes and inform them of our population status each time the census comes around. We are not ignorant of the world nor should they be ignorant of Little Prism. It is just that they do not know what truly happens within our little piece of their country.

"That is not to say that we only receive people when the prism allows it and they come to stay. Plenty of people have visited us. We send our own out into the world. Many return. Some do not. It is not for the prism to decide who comes and goes, it simply makes those that do not come here for peaceful purposes find the trail broken or lost. I have heard many a tale that said that Little Prism exists only in legend. You are here and you have seen that the town is not only real but it has its own special place in the world," she finished softly and I could hear the pride in her voice and see it in her eyes and demeanour as she recounted the legend.

"It is how the whole town knew that you would be perfect as our Head Mistress, Brenda. Everyone sensed the welcome and they all look forward to meeting you over the coming weeks as you get the school up and running," Edward Toms beamed at me as I rose and somehow found the steadiness to shake his hand and tell him that I accepted his job offer.

I stared at all of them dumbly as all of them thanked me for coming to their rescue. For some crazy reason I suddenly thought who was going to come to my rescue! I was confused. I had not yet accepted as I sat spellbound as Jennifer told her tale.

My answer came from an unexpected source. A softness seemed to come over my vision and for a moment all the sound, the faces and the vision of the table with its empty coffee cups and biscuit crumbs were gone. I found myself somewhere warm and my body felt as if I was being cradled in the arms of someone that cared about me a great deal. Suddenly the silence was broken by voices.

"These visions that you will experience, Brenda will not just be in your mind. They will invade your dreams and sometimes you will not know if the world you are in is real or fantasy. Please, don't be afraid. The children, all of them that have come and gone, have never held ill intent in their hearts. Nor does the power of the Prism allow it. It is a benevolent but unseen force that you will find has a sentience all of its own. One that will connect to you and give you great comfort even when things look hopeless and dark. They would never hurt someone who has gone through as much pain as you have before you came to us. They will treat you like the princess you should always have been." The voices were in harmony and almost familiar. They sounded like many yet they carried the one message. They were also adult not children. Briefly I wondered if there were other adults in this village that were trying to give me some guidance if I chose to take up the position.

A singular male voice continued. "Brenda, you have the capacity and power within you and, with our help, you will find much of what the children build around you is a reflection of how you see yourself and how they see you. Today it is a princess, in the months and years to come it may be that you will be their guiding light and friend. Do not worry overly if sometimes what you perceive is totally different to what others may see. You may even be able to change their attitudes to become more realistic than imaginary. Your mind is stronger than theirs."

"We will help as much as we can and trust us, lovely woman, you will experience more joy and laughter in this little piece of paradise than any other place you could imagine," a soft almost silky female voice purred in my mind. The feelings that encompassed not just my body but my mind gave me an almost sensuous joy and a sense of complete safety. It was almost like I had come home!

It was at that moment that I knew that I would welcome my new life here and that I would not be leaving Little Prism tonight or for the foreseeable future. That decision made I could not help but smile at the happy laughter that filled my being.

Next thing I knew I was standing and reaching out my hand to shake Edwards Toms' hand in acceptance of their job offer. "OK, I accept your offer and I hope that the children treat me a little gently at the start until we know each other better," I beamed at the group of very pleased faces around me that hadn't seem to notice that I had been staring into space and listening to voices in my mind for quite some time.

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