Teach Us How... Pt. 05

Teach us how to...

Brenda has accepted the position offered to her. Immediately she finds herself confronted by the powers of her students. The lovely Jennifer has offered to teach her more about her new students and offers to reveal more of the history of the town and its special population.

This section contains Chapters seven through nine.

Again Comments are open as per previous provisos.

Hints of the physical to come but quite soft in this part. It gets spicier in the next chapters.

Please enjoy.

Chapter seven -New friend and new clothes.

I had accepted the post even when I was told that my world could be turned on its head by the strange mental powers that my future school students had. Then, in some sort of strangely symbiotic way, another power had reinforced that by talking directly into my mind and warning me that what I saw and what was real could be decidedly different depending on how I perceived my surroundings. It would be a strange education for both me and my students as we learnt what was and what wasn't acceptable. It seemed in all though, my thoughts and how I felt would be the focus of their imaginations. It was exactly as the parents had tried to tell me in my interview come chat with them. I would become the focus of some very intelligent and imaginative minds.

My one fervent hope, seemingly echoed not just by the parents I had met with but also by the strange voices that had almost harmoniously whispered in my mind, was that the children would find a friend in me. Not just a friend but someone that would eventually come to trust and love. Whether that love would manifest into something that would help them pursue the lives of normal adults would depend strongly on how I saw myself and how I made them see me. It was a daunting task but somehow I found a strength inside me and a confidence that I could succeed.

Directly from the meeting that I had accepted the position of Head Mistress I was treated to the power of the extraordinary minds of these innocent looking children. I had been accompanied to a little cottage not more than fifty or sixty metres from the back of the school building by Jennifer and told that it could be my home for as long as I stayed in Little Prism.

Standing in the open garage was a white pony. The structure was a square with wooden walls making up three sides with an open side closest to the house. I was wondering how a vehicle could be accommodated inside when Jennifer pointed out that the front wall was also a hinged door. I giggled that I was so dumb or distracted that I had not noticed. She had giggled and told me that she was not surprised that I was a little bit dizzy after all I had been told.

I turned my attention back to the white animal that stood still sniffing the air as I approached him slowly. He was almost gleaming in the late afternoon sunshine and his little neigh of welcome and dipping of his head up and down made me realise that he was very keen for me to see him. Almost in a trance I walked over to him and was surprised when his big head nestled into my breasts when I raised a hand to pet him. His warm breath huffed against my tits and I could not help but tremble in delight as my nipples hardened in my bra at his attention.

"It seems the Princess Brenda has already got transport," Jennifer giggled from behind me.

"He is real?" I asked as I finally let his head go and he backed away before turning to munch at some hay in a trough that I had not noticed before. He was so perfect and all the talk of princesses had me quite willing to believe that he was simply a figment that would disappear at any moment.

"Maybe, maybe not. It depends, I think," the woman paused with a hand propping her chin thoughtfully as she joined me watching the pony eat, "on whether you like him or not. Can you ride a pony, Brenda?" she asked unexpectedly.

"Never tried," I admitted but something in my tone must have alerted her to a deep desire to learn.

"Then he shall be waiting for you tomorrow," she declared and letting a slender hand rest on the small of my back she guided me to the front door.

Thankfully, it was the only surprise I got that first evening, at least from the children. Entering the little cosy cottage I was suddenly struck that I had no other clothing nor did I have toiletries, apart from my lipstick, a small deodorant and hairbrush in my little shoulder bag, for an overnight visit. Jennifer must have read my mind as she pointed out some towels on the queen-sized bed in the bedroom and toothbrush, paste, soap and brushes on the vanity unit in the bathroom. She also pointed out a terry towelling robe that looked brand new hanging on a hook next to the shower.

The kitchen was fully stocked and she giggled as she opened the fridge to display eggs, butter, milk along with some fresh fruit, vegetables and a tray of what looked like tasty bacon on the shelves. "Seems like you are all set for breakfast anyway, Brenda!" she exclaimed joyfully. I would have thought she would know what supplies had been put in the fridge and cupboards. "I wasn't sure how much preparation had been made for you to stay. I was as caught off-guard as you were that the children were manipulating things for you to stay. James doesn't tell me everything they are planning," she added by way of apology.

"Is there a dress shop in the village?" I asked her as I placed my briefcase, which I had not even opened during my interview, and my small handbag on the sideboard. I took off my jacket in the warm cosy house and Jennifer was quick to take it from me and carefully lay it over the arm of the comfortable looking settee in the living room.

"Yes, Ellie Josephs has a little shop just past the post office," she answered almost immediately.

"It's just that I don't have anything else to wear. I hadn't thought that I would need anything more today," I told her as I sat on one of the comfortable kitchen chairs and removed my three-inch pumps and massaged my foot in relief.

"Do you need anything more than say jeans and shirt, tomorrow?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I can get Glenda to pack my stuff and send it down to me. I trust there are delivery services here seeing as how you have a post office?" I asked as I started to massage my other foot. Jennifer nodded rapidly.

She pulled out her phone and rang a number. She was quick to ask whoever answered it to come to the cottage. "Ellie is on her way. Do you want a wine or beer?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

I told her I would kill for a decent beer. Fingers flew on her phone and I assumed she must have messaged someone. We sat and idly chatted for maybe five minutes before there was a sharp rap on the door. Jennifer called out it was open. A tall slender brunette in her early forties strode through the door. By the tailor's tape around her neck and the haphazardly attached pin cushion on her wrist bristling with pins and the big pair of scissors in her jacket pocket with the handles just sticking out I decided that she was Ellie Josephs, the dress shop owner.

"Stand up, please," she directed once Jennifer made introductions.

I stood. She cast an eye up and down me. "Strip," she ordered. "Just down to underwear, please, Brenda. My word you are tiny! I thought the local gossip was exaggerating when they said a tiny princess had come to the village."

I turned away a little from the two women as I removed my blouse. She tapped a foot as I worked my belt loose and hesitantly held my skirt in my hands after undoing the button and sliding the zip down.

"I have seen everything, Miss Hawkins. Your sexy underwear is not going to embarrass me or Jen," Ellie chuckled at my delay.

I dropped my skirt.

"Oh those are nice!" Jennifer cooed as my silky panties came into view. Fortunately they were light blue and only marginally transparent. I hadn't expected anyone to be viewing them on this trip and had worn them more for comfort than to show off. The woman's sudden touch on my hip and motioning me to turn I obediently obliged knowing that she and the tailor were now staring at the almost perfect moons of my arse cheeks as the material of my panties covered only enough of me to hide the valley of my bottom. I finished rotating and felt a little heat in my face as the narrow gusset just covered my freshly laser shaven pussy. I had taken to using the services of a very good female body service and had visited only a few days before I accepted the offer to come to Little Prism. I giggled to myself as I wondered if Miss Li's claim that her lasers guaranteed no regrowth for at least three months would hold. It might be some time before I got back to civilisation or got my old creams to assist in my depilation. My breasts were contained in my matching three quarter cup bra that fortunately just hid my rosy red nipples. "Very nice," she breathed as I turned back to face Ellie.

"36C, 32 hips and Jesus girl do you actually eat anything? Your gut is non-existent!" the tailor grumped as she bent and measured my inside leg. Her hand was quite warm as she bumped my pussy with the back of her hand as I spread my legs a little to give her room. I held my arms out on command as she measured me from nipple to wrist, around my neck, down my back and across the wingspan of my arms. She looked down at my feet and grunted. "Stop wearing shoes with the toes so narrow, Miss Hawkins, you will destroy those pretty feet. Also," she tapped my ankle to lift my foot for her. I felt like the pony outside and couldn't help but neigh under my breath. "Get some decent arch support. I will tell Clive to come and fit you tomorrow sometime."

With that she left and I asked Jennifer who the hell Clive was. Shoemaker plus a dozen other titles she rattled off. I gathered he worked with leather.

During Ellie's measuring of me someone had turned up at the front door and I had watched Jennifer take a crate of beer and a couple of bottles of wine and place them on the counter next to the fridge. She opened a bottle of beer and filled a cold glass for me before opening a wine and pouring herself a glass. Finally she stashed some bottles into the fridge including two bottles of wine.

I had reached for my top and skirt but Jennifer told me that no other visitors were expected tonight so I might as well stay comfortable in the warm and cosy kitchen. Shrugging with a nonchalance I didn't really feel I sat in my underwear at the kitchen table and waited for Jennifer to finish fussing around putting my top and skirt into a laundry hamper after she removed the belt and hung it in my empty wardrobe. I was amazed at how much energy this woman seemed to have.

She placed a chair in front of me and for a long moment stared into my eyes before letting her gaze slowly drop down my body, spending a little time on my covered breasts in my little bra, down over my stomach and at my crotch. I almost felt the need to spread my legs for her but did not open my knees too far as I found her intense observation of me a little sexually exciting. My pussy moistened and I steadied my breathing to settle my unexpected arousal so that her wetness would not become enough to show through my panties that would transform them almost transparent. I could not help but wonder why I was finding everything about this experience was making me feel so alive and sexually on edge. I watched her head tilt until she was looking at my decorated toenails. When her head lifted I was sure her eyes changed colours for a moment and a bright smile, an almost duplicate of her son's, flashed at me. I had the feeling that I had just been scanned.

"Oh, wait, there was a robe hanging in the bathroom if you want to cover up more, Brenda. I don't mind, I usually lounge around home naked or in just PJ shorts. I forget sometimes and some of the delivery lads get an eyeful of boobs or pussy!" she giggled. I told her I was quite comfortable as I was and, if needed, I would get it later.

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Chapter eight - The Mother of History.

"Ok, Brenda. This is the unofficial information session. I am sure you have a million more questions and I have nothing else to do for the night, so I have been elected the unofficial guide to Little Prism and to answer any questions you might think of after you relax a bit and take in that you are going to stay here," she grinned as she raised her wine glass and saluted me. She started off by telling me about herself and how she had ended up in Little Prism with her wonderful son.

Jennifer sipped her wine as I drank the delicious beer and we, as similarly aged females, chatted and I found myself entranced by her and her wonderful smile. She was a single mother, her husband having decided that the isolation and the strangeness of his son and the village was too much and he had left before James had turned five. James was apparently making his toys come to life and talking to him when he lay in bed or played with them in his room. His father decided that it was too weird and had fought with his wife over getting the boy psychoanalysed and sent to a specialist clinic. I read that meant making him into a lab rat for scientists to examine and test. She nodded and her face was definitely one of dislike at the idea or the man, I wasn't quite sure.

I gathered that Jennifer really didn't miss him.

"I have had the odd letter from him. I haven't bothered to reply as he rants and raves that I somehow tricked him by not giving him the right directions to find Little Prism. I think the Prism knows that he is coming to try and take James away and gets him lost on the road. I hope he never finds the way here," she finished coldly.

The way she spoke of the special children was different to what we had conversed about in the meeting with the other. Jennifer seemed more connected to them. It was as if her whole life had been dedicated to them. I gathered she had been a resident of Little Prism for most of her life but her husband had been met elsewhere and had followed his wife back to her hometown. She nodded in agreement of my guesswork.

"I envy you, Brenda. The adventure you are about to begin with these kids is something that I think you will not only love but will be something that I think will banish anything that plagues your mind or dampens your spirit. When James' dad left I was very sad at first but after a few months it was as if he had never been in our lives. I didn't understand, at first, but my wonderful little man soothed my mind. I was having dreams of places I had never been to and the things I saw there were wondrous and uplifting to both my spirit and my heart," she sighed in what I assumed was remembrance of those times.

She giggled as she poured another wine and handed me an open bottle of beer to refill my glass. "I don't know why but he was showing me a world of very sexy men and women and even though the dreams themselves were not erotic they were giving me a lot of material to give myself a good seeing to when I awoke happy and full of energy in the mornings! Once I realised that it was James that was sending me these dreams I asked him why he chose those sorts of things to show me. He told me he was trying to show me that there were others that I might meet one day to make me happy again."

"Oh my," I smiled at the woman that it seemed was very happy with her part in her son's life. She also didn't seem to think it embarrassing to reveal to a complete stranger her masturbatory habits.

"Ever since those silly teachers tried to fuck him," her happy face turned to a scowl for a few seconds and I couldn't determine whether it was of anger or, I found my heart skipping a beat, jealousy. "My dreams have become a little bit more, shall we say, visual," she finished with a small blush tinging her cheeks.

"Visual?" I queried.

"More cock and pussy on display. Big tits wobbling around the place. The teachers had taken James to one of their homes and the two were rubbing all over his naked body with their own. Sucking his cock and balls. Encouraging him to finger their pussies and suck on their nipples. One of them even got him to eat her wet twat and apparently got off with his hot little tongue and fingers in her!" Jennifer was still giggling.

"I take it that James' images are focused on the things that happened to him?" I questioned quietly.

"Not really. You see James and I have a very open and honest relationship. My attempt at trying to change them. I thought if I can do it with James then I might have a chance with the others or at least a methodology we could all employ. When I told you about going to the school and dressing sexily for them all I had already told James. He, as usual, had no reaction to me. He even giggled as I dressed like some schoolteacher slut from a porn movie ready to take on the whole class if it was needed. It was a day that I knew only the boys would be there. They tend to have a day of the boys and they talk about all the things that they are working on together. A day when the girls do the same. Then they have two days together where they work on things that seemingly interest all of them and others that some of the boys and some of the girls have in common. The rest of the week they are in their own labs at home or working with various businesses around the village.

"He told me that I was sexy but he didn't think any of the class would notice. When I asked him to define sexy he told me that I looked like some of the posters that were on the walls in the mechanical workshop where he often helps out. I've seen those posters. They are not porn but they are of the type with women spreading their legs over the bonnet of a car and you can see their knickers, or half their tits are hanging out as they pretend to be pumping up a tyre or handling tools in a way that makes you think they are holding a cock. Soft stuff.

"I tried my hardest to get them to see me as a woman, Brenda. I spread my legs, I shook my tits until they fell out. I even ducked back into the bathroom and removed my knickers to show them that I was as wet as a pond and ready for them to mount me!" She sighed as she sipped her wine, "I might as well have stayed home and spread my legs for the wall for all the attention that they took. It is," she giggled, "frustrating to be ready to be a whore and have your intentions totally snubbed. I haven't felt like that since I was nineteen and decided that this man I lusted after at university was going to have me as his plaything for the weekend. He spent the whole night talking about his latest engine rebuild while I had my tits almost totally out and wet pussy almost throwing herself onto his hand every time he leaned in close. In the end it was a total waste of fucking time!"

"Did you tempt any of the girls?" I asked her with a giggle at her wry smile at her rejected attempt to have fun.

"All I got asked from Debbie was whether I knew much about C++ programming as James suggested was all she would be interested in. There is definitely not a spark of even curiosity from those four. They might as well be sexless dolls for all the notice they took of my open legs showing my pussy. We wrote it off as a good attempt but obviously not the right approach," she gave me a genuine smile of regret for her failed efforts. I tut-tutted as I patted her hand.

"So James' experience with the teachers got him a little bit excited and changed his mental manipulations of you?" I asked even as I giggled with her.

"Oh no, no, no! I wish!" she was quick to refute my thinking. "His focus seems to be on the effect he had on the women. My dreams show me writhing and gasping as I cum from some anonymous hot mouth and fingers. James is not doing it to me but because he saw that woman get so much pleasure from what she made him do he has decided that I would like it done to me as well.

"I got excited talking to him about what happened. I love my son and I want him to find a love too. I pressed him for all the details. I am sorry to say that I got quite hot and had to masturbate like crazy after I left him in the bath. I asked him about their tits, their bodies, their pussies and how they tasted and felt. Were they hot and wet? What sort of things did they tell him? What they asked him to do? Every little detail. I watched his naked body in the bath, Brenda. His big dick did not even twitch even as he told me she was begging him to suck her fucking hot clit and stick his fingers hard up her wet needy cunt! Not even a stir when she held her legs up over her head and split her cunt open and told him to ram his hot cock up her as hard and deep as he wanted. It is maddening when I talk about it and you can hear my tone get a little excited about it." I nodded quickly before she continued. "He spoke as if he were the newsreader on TV describing the finance news. Absolutely no interest at all!"

Again I got that feeling that Jennifer was a little bit jealous, or if not jealous, of her not having been there.

"You have to realise, Brenda," she stared warmly into my eyes, "their IQs are off the charts and they can conjure things in their imaginations and make others see it but their knowledge of some of these things, particularly sexual concepts, are extremely limited. James did not understand why they were sucking on his dick and balls, or even that they were trying to make him hard in some effort to try and get his dick in their cunts! He said that the sucking on his cock was like when he sucked his own thumb! Absolutely no feeling of excitement at all! They would have been quite excited by him as he may be small in stature but he has got a big gun!" again that envy seemed to dominate her language particularly the use of the C word. I sat back and listened as she went on to describe how none of the kids had access to porn, at the time, on their computers and very little in the way of that sort of intimacy was publicly acknowledged or displayed in the village. Or so they all thought.

"Don't get us wrong, Brenda. We are not prudes and plenty of us fuck around. We are quite the loving community behind closed doors but the council simply decided a long time ago that we would not confuse all our children, not just the special ones like James, about why Mummy is sleeping in Mr Toms' house for a few nights or why Mrs McKenzie, the baker's wife is keeping company with the baker and the innkeeper for her fortieth birthday! You might see the odd wife or husband or singles kissing and even cuddling someone else but we simply let the children only see the affectionate outer layer. What happens in secret is kept exactly that. It is why I said we need to keep our own fantasies and memories locked away from their, sometimes, errant probing of what they think we need.

"I am an avid historian at the library when I am not throwing my tits out in front of the boys or spreading my legs for girls to have something to compare to what's between their own. I know more about the history of the special ones than anyone else in this town except for probably Edward. I guess I should give you a thorough history. As it is early do you want to order a pizza or something from the pub? I have a lot to tell you and I think it is important that you get as much information as you can before you come face to face with them."

We agreed to something light from the pub as I had had such a large meal with Henry and Edward. Her fingers flew on her phone again and I smiled as she gave me a grin and told me that it would not be long.

"Well certainly not as long as I can rabbit on for," she gave me a big smile that I found made me like her even more.

Jennifer had been easy to listen to as she spoke of her son. I liked the way she could change tack in the middle of telling me about something else. It seemed her mind raced ahead of her and that she needed to verbalise before she lost her train of thought. I smiled as I listened to her and thought how much she sounded like some of the excited children I had taught over the years and how they could just as rapidly chop and change their topics as they spoke and realised that someone was really listening to them. I looked forward to her telling me more about something that was obviously very close to her heart. Her eyes closed briefly as if she was organising what order to tell me the history of Little Prism.

I found that the town had a great reverence for the leaders that had made the greatest impressions on the Special Ones or Viendri as they had once been called. Realising that Jennifer had been a little inaccurate in her history she had given me in the school kitchen as she told me that it was closer to three millennia ago that the legend of the Prism had arisen. Her soft voice seemed dreamy as she recounted tales of fantastic men and women that had led Little Prism (though it had been once called Two Rivers long ago) through the greatest changes and upheavals of the past.

When she spoke of the emergence of religion and its failed attempts at converting the travellers from Little Prism when they ventured forth on trade missions I realised that the Special Ones had existed before the so-called coming of Christ and the rise of the Roman Empire. My eyes goggled that this woman could recite events that occurred even before then.

She told me about Christopher, the boy that had defied the wolves and met a god, Ruthven that helped placing the barriers around the town. He was supposed to have led the town into prosperity as the first of the special children emerged. Of the Viking warrior, Hag' Lor that had come to the village seeking a peace that he could not find in the warring world outside and how he had named the special children the Viendri, a name meaning of the brightness and intelligence.

Meredith was the first great female leader. She was Christopher's eldest child and looked after the village and Viendri just as her father had done. Then several others that I confused their names and forgot the order in which she had told me that they had appeared. She further confused me by suggesting that Christopher had returned several times to his homeland after travelling around the known world. If that had been true then Christopher was hundreds of years old. I did not correct her rather let it pass as the effect of the excitement she obviously felt as she recounted snippets of her studying of her favourite subject, her wine glass emptying as she ate and spoke was probably also adding to her possible muddying the waters.

Then there was Ingrid. Her voice told me that Ingrid was someone that she respected and admired greatly. She was not only said to be a beautiful woman with a figure that made both men and women dream of holding naked in their arms and loving fiercely but had a mind to match. She was a powerful and persuasive orator and could hold her subjects in awe and respect as she spoke of her ideas for making the town and its surrounds prettier, more modern with her dreams of efficient homes, earthworks that would prevent flooding from the river and very modern, at the time, use of pipes under the ground and the treatment of the wastes that came from receptacles in the homes of her population.

She spoke of trade missions to allow people to sell their crafts, excess grain and the things they made to others outside the valleys so that they could find new things to help in growing their town. Her enthusiasm for growth was a problem in the end as her population exploded to a size that exceeded the capability of the valleys to provide enough resources. She had not been alive when the overpopulation gave rise to the hidden powers of greedy and unscrupulous men and women that eventually caused the rebellion that saw the population reduced by almost three-quarters of what it had grown to.

"Of course," Jennifer giggled, "it did not help that at her heart Ingrid was a slut. She would spend lengthy periods entertaining men and women in her home in the dark and long nights of mid-winter. It was not a rumour that she would let herself be fucked by five or six men and women in her big bed. She openly acknowledged that she enjoyed fucking and encouraged all of her people to enjoy it as well. Hence the beginning of the population boom.

"She openly let the Viendri read her mind and let them see and experience all of the joy and pleasure that she took from her lovers. She even had eight children by different fathers but did not neglect any of them just as she never neglected any of the Special Ones that flocked to her whenever she wandered in the town or went out of her way to go and sit with them in the homes and meeting places where they gathered.

"Her journal says that she wanted the Viendri to see her as a woman not just as a leader. She encouraged them to question her about her activities but wrote that the children did not seem to care about how wonderful she felt as she played with her lovers. Her desires for them to become her lovers was written plainly on her face, the way she dressed around them and the openness that she wanted them able to be read from her mind.

"It was one of her bitterest regrets that she never tempted any of the two hundred and fifty or so children that were present during her long rule into her bed," Jennifer said with a sad smile. "I think she was one of the first to try and rectify something that others were only beginning to understand. The Viendri had no interest in sex and reproduction!"

I almost wept at the telling of the great rebellion after the abuse of the children by unscrupulous men and women that had been allowed to rise to powerful positions and saw the township as simply as place for them to get wealthy and to treat the citizens as their slaves. I almost choked on my salad as she enthusiastically described the route of those men and women by dragons that, according to legend, still lived in one of the tall mountains that surrounded the valleys. I made a note to look out for these so-called legendary beasts that were supposed to fly across the evening sky at certain times of the year to remind everyone of the great power Little Prism had and how it could defend itself.

"What happened after the rebellion?" I asked her as I put the small containers that had held our light dinner into the rubbish bin I found under my sink and replenished our glasses.

"Well, if you believe the journals that Cassandra and others wrote, a great miracle. The man that led the rebellion and destroyed or banished so many of the bad influences that had emerged in Little Prism was the same man that had thrown the crystal into the air to create the great shield in the first place: Christopher!"

I gasped in disbelief. The man would have had to have been almost a thousand years old! An impossibility!

Christopher was supposed to have returned to the village, coming back from his eternal rest, to save it, according to Cassandra. He had, in his first two days back in the village and staying at a rather elaborate and luxurious inn, killed the current Mayor and then destroyed his brother, the General of the army that the Mayor had surrounded himself with and kept the population in line. It was he that encouraged the Special Ones to create the dragons using their powers of manipulation of the elements and led them to destroy and kill the army and the Lords that had ruled the town and the surrounds for centuries. He had not been in town for more than a fortnight before Little Prism lay in smouldering ruins all around him.

It was unclear, according to Jennifer, whether this reborn Christopher did all of this because of his love for his hometown or because of his love for Cassandra herself. The woman had described a very sexual encounter between herself and Christopher the night before he went into battle with an anger raging in his heart and mind over what had been done to Cassandra and the beautiful children that were closest to his heart.

Cassandra described, quite intimately, how Christopher had taken her to the heights of pleasure with his mouth, fingers and his soft words before lunging his great penis into her sodden trench and taken her to places in her mind she had never encountered before. His treatment of her such as she had never even heard mention of before by others that had been subject to sexual mistreatment. She had been forced to witness and participate in acts of sex between the soldiers, the Mayor and his cronies and the girls, that they dragged from the slum quarters that they kept them confined to, including herself.

She described the sensation of being filled with his hot male juices and his laying between her legs and drinking from her well of the combination of her spendings and his cream. Her senses had been overwhelmed by his tenderness and the deepness of his tongue inside her wet and messy tunnel. His attentions had not stopped there. How he kissed the moons of her arse cheeks and lathered the valley between with his tongue and scented oil that he drew from a flask in his cloak. Her surrendering her most sensitive opening to him was the ultimate act of giving herself to a man she considered a God. Her mind had swirled and given up its precarious hold onto reality as his thick hot cock drove all sensibility from her and his large heavy sack of testicles had mercilessly beat upon the little organ that had swelled to enormous size between the lips of her sex.

"She says that this was not her physically, but a copy of her that many of them used to deceive the Mayor and his soldiers. I doubt her retelling because she describes sensations and feeling that I do not believe she could have perceived second-hand. It is one of the few historical references that even hint at one of the Special Ones having desires," Jennifer giggled sexily. I found myself getting wetter as she described Cassandra's encounter with this legend of a man. Perhaps he was a God I could not help thinking to myself.

It seemed Jennifer herself was a little warm from her recollecting her studies of the history of the town. I noted a button undone on her blouse and I saw the milky skin of a breast that I had not seen before. Her nipples, unashamedly, stuck out in her top as she asked for another top up of her glass.

"Christopher," she purred softly as she sipped her cold drink, "was supposed to have been a very lusty man. All of the history of him, whether it is him or a descendant, are all supposed to have him living with anything up to five or six wives. Certainly his name is on the records as the father of many, many children with quite a number of wives or girls that simply came to him in those days when the females outnumbered the males by a ridiculous ratio. I think eight or nine to one, early on.

"He is supposed to have encouraged everyone to be open in their loving and to form those partnerships that were of benefit to all concerned. We still have couples here that are made up of more than one male or more than one female. Christopher is supposed to have encouraged this again when he was presented with three dark haired sisters to be his wives from his God that he called Ruthven.

"At first he was too busy rebuilding the town to pay attention to them but he was finally forced to take them away before the women would have been walking naked around the town trying to get him to fuck them. His openness in loving all of them and then his best friend and his wife, that had been trying to keep the three sisters from fucking him in the street, showed everyone that it was not a shameful thing to want more than one cock in their bed or have more than one pussy satisfied. There was a shortage of men but women found themselves sharing joyfully as it seemed that the men, while Christopher was around, seemed to be more virile and attentive. It was not unusual for families to have several adults with children that ran around the place that were products of couplings of different combinations of the adults.

"The last entry that mentions Christopher was of a conversation he had with a young woman that had wanted him to fuck her so that she would remember him better. He had told her that his days of fucking young willing women were over. He had told her that there were plenty of others that would satisfy her itchy cunt. Then he had given her a kiss and a pat on her bottom and sent her on her way. The girl was supposed to have thanked him with another kiss. She had said that it was because of him and his loving example that she had only to ask and provided that the one she asked was agreeable she could indeed have her itchy cunt scratched.

"Then she had turned back to him and asked that when Ruthven came to take him to the stars if he could change the Special Ones to make them want to scratch her itch too. She pleaded to him that they were too beautiful not to feel the pleasure that she and others could give to them.

"Christopher was supposed to have given her a promise that one day they would," Jennifer finished with a small sigh.

"Even in this time, Brenda, I have been asked to couple with others. As tempted as I have been by beautiful women who openly ogle me and their partners that I would have liked to have felt deep inside me, I have so far refused. I have James and the others to worry about and despite my fingers increasingly having to satisfy me I do not feel that I could be as open and give to them as I would be expected. I am not selfish but I want to commit myself. At the moment I cannot.

"You may find yourself approached, Brenda. You are pretty, very sexy and you have an aura about you that says you would enjoy encounters of the naked kind. Do not be shy in saying no. At the same time do not hesitate to say yes if your only intention is to have a night or a weekend of fun. Provided that all are open and honest there is no guilt in taking pleasure for pleasure's sake nor is there any that will hold a grudge because you do not wish to share your life with them," she finished seriously.

I must have looked alarmed as my recently wet pussy suddenly dried in worry and I was left with just a little dampness in the crotch of my knickers. What would happen if the children saw my experiences in my mind or even what I fantasised about? With my sex drive being what it was I could find my dreams full of cock and pussy in all sorts of combinations. They would very quickly realise that despite my awful experience with my ex-husband I was at the very core of my being a slut! It seemed that my guest did not interpret my suddenly tense state as anything other than a reaction to her disclosing some of the more intimate nature of the villagers.

"Don't worry, Brenda, strange men are not going to come knocking on your door looking for a bit of fun! At least not until you have been around for a while and everyone gets to know who you are!" she giggled.

I tried to relax and let her continue her revelations. I hoped that somewhere along the line I might pick up some further tips on how to protect my reputation.

I asked more about the incidents at the school where I assumed the children had only recently been returned from and the plans to have them educated back in their home village had begun.

"Unfortunately," she held out her glass for more wine that I dutifully got up and retrieved the open bottle from the fridge and refilled her glass before she continued. "Unfortunately, the experiment to let our kids go to another town was not just a total failure because the kids overwhelmed the minds of those that were not used to them but also exposed them to a few things that the village, throughout its recent history, had already decided they were not ready for.

"Sex, apparently, being one of them. The history of abuse and being forced left a long shadow over the hearts of the town. With them coming and going at such a rate that no-one really got to know them properly it was too hard to bring up sex. We know that the kids remember, genetically, everything that happened to those before them. I have heard tales of them screaming in the night as particularly violent nightmares overtake the child. They cry out as if they are being tortured. There are recordings of them speaking of atrocities done to their bodies by men that they do not know and are certainly not within the town. It is old dreams from hundreds of years ago. There is no evidence or record of anyone ever trying to fuck a Special One since the rebellion.

"Personally, I think that they have been wrong all along. They should have been exposing them to more of the facts of life. Ingrid tried but when she passed on the village sort of went into its shell. It was as if the special ones mourned her and could not find as much energy as they did while she was there to guide them. It was also one of those rare periods where the talented minds did not reappear for almost fifty years. When the madness emerged and corrupted the town there was at most, twenty-five special ones present at any one time. However, given that they live only for twenty-five to thirty years you can see how easily it would be for quite a number of them to have been affected in the time after Ingrid and before Christopher came to rescue them."

I opened my mouth to ask about this short lifespan but Jennifer was on her way again and I did not get the chance to interrupt.

"I have lifted the restrictions on James' home computer so that he has access to a lot more adult concept. Cheeky little bugger told me that I had the settings wrong and redid them to what he already had. Apparently Ben and Adam showed him how to bypass my security settings, so no doubt all the special ones have unlimited access. I have left porn magazines in his bedroom and in the toilet. Dirty ones that show women fucking in a hundred different positions and places. Comics and books that are full of dirty stories and scenarios. I know he reads them because he sometimes comes and asks me if I would like to have dreams of gangbangs or fucking in a public place. I have to tell him that I don't but they are just fantasy that people think about. He tells me he could not imagine why he would want to think about those sorts of things when there is so much else that he needs to think about! He has never mentioned anything to me about the history of the special ones sexual experiences. I think he sets them back in his mind and dismisses them as simply part of his history and not relevant today.

"The problem, Brenda is that despite having access and even viewing some of them, none of them have a clue what it is all about. As we told you we have given them open slather on the net. They use it to hack into sites for businesses that they want to know more about. Goodness only knows how we haven't had government agents knocking our doors down looking for the spies that got into their systems. James tells me that they are too good to get caught even though we have told them that we could get into big trouble. They do it mainly to see if something they want to build has already been discovered by someone else. It is surprising what they invent that the world outside has not even thought about!

"Anyway, back to the experiment of trying to integrate them with the normal school kids. It was not the first time in the history of the town, either," she added a little bitterly, "We tried to warn them but they ignored us."

"What happened?" I asked gently, my question about their lifespan momentarily forgotten as I imagined this wonderful woman masturbating herself silly reading the porn material that she claimed was for her son's education. I even had a grin on my face as Jennifer's animated face and constantly moving hands showed her increasing excitement as she talked. I could almost see all of her lovely largish tits now as it seemed she had undone another button on her pretty blouse and her nipples remained crinkled into thick points atop her slightly jiggling breasts.

She was changing tracks so quickly that I, now that my thirst had been quenched by the exquisite beer, was becoming as haphazard in my thinking as it seemed she was. I grinned easily and I knew that I was no longer concerned with her seeing how swiftly my nipples reacted to her sexy tales or that my legs were loosely open and showing my bald pussy that was probably quite easily seen through my little knickers.

It seemed that something worse than a few fights and the attempted sexual education of her son had taken place in some other historical event. Jennifer was a little scattered in her thinking. Closer observation of her body language told me that she was more than a little flustered. It was as if speaking about the sexual changes to her dreams, the history of the town and what her boy was able to see on his laptop and magazines was getting her more excited than just a need to cool down with the opening of her top.

I asked her if she wanted to pause for a few moments to regain her composure. Her smile told me that she was quite happy to be a little turned on and as she tipped her glass to me, telling me that wine also made her tongue loosen and her feelings a bit more on display. I interpreted that as getting hornier. I giggled as she tried to look serious for a moment but gave up as she observed my own body and noted that my rosy red nipples were as hard and prominent as her own.

Her eyes closed for a moment as if she were remembering where she was. I leaned back on the comfortable kitchen chair and waited. My legs were open a little more than when we had started to talk and I was not surprised that when Jennifer opened her soft brown eyes that she immediately looked between my legs. I didn't care if she saw that I was a little more excited than I was showing. I knew my pussy lips would be quite well moulded to the front of my light blue knickers. She licked her lips and smiled before clearing her throat to continue her story.

"About two-hundred-years ago some la-de-dah gent on his horse with his missus in her carriage, a half dozen servants and a guard of mounted soldiers came across the town and noted that we had quite a number of children and no obvious schoolhouse. Named Carmichaels, Lord he called himself. He somehow cajoled the councillor at the time, one Francis Granger, to get the children into the school at nearby Gallisbury. Arguing with the town that ignorant and uneducated children were a blight on society and we needed to get them learning stuff so that they wouldn't be a burden on society, blah, blah, blah.

"It was a sham and they should have known it was already but Francis got his way," she huffed.

"Why was it a sham?" I felt I had to ask. Jennifer gave me a small smile that I think was meant to convey that she was about to tell me a secret but after what I heard today I was not so sure how secretive it would be. I found a wineglass and filled it after topping up hers after she told me that it was quite a long story but it had taught the villagers a very valuable lesson about the ones that they had previously decided were quite useful in helping the town but never truly understood how dangerous they were. My eyes gleamed as she began her history lesson.

*

We had special ones then. They had apprentices that they taught how to read and write. Most of the town can speak five languages. Taught them mathematics and about chemistry, botany and lots of other stuff. Things that they had learnt or found out by themselves. We didn't need a school, they were teaching already. Even the girls, and that was pretty advanced back then, were learning to read and write even as they sewed, knitted and baked with the grandmothers, mothers and some of the special ones that seemed to love making food.

We had some of the smartest people in the district. Hell we had doctors that had never been to a medical school and knew more about the human body and how to fix it than the ones we encountered when we did finally send our students to university. We had a hospital here. We had an apothecary, we had medicines we made ourselves. We even understood inoculations to prevent disease and its spread. We had a waste disposal system and running water. We even had electric lights! It was more than Carmichaels had at his town. I think one of the main reasons he wanted our kids, apart from something else more basic, was to update his own realm and make him the envy of all others. He was simply amazed that our town was so tidy and clean. I heard a story that several of the servants of the Lady Carmichaels had wanted to stay in the village that had all these miraculous things.

We never understood how this pompous fool had even found the village until afterwards. Perhaps at the time the Prism wanted to show off our advancements and let the wonder of the town be spread by word of mouth. We probably needed to have some new blood injected into the town after almost five hundred or more years of being quite isolated being only visited by the odd roving merchant and his followers. They visited and they left after filling their wagons with new foods and grains. Sometimes we would have travellers stumble out of the forests and be amazed that they had found civilisation. Mostly they stayed because they were cunt struck or cock struck, as we call it, by one of our pretty girls or handsome boys. Over the years these travellers became less and less. It was only because of the Special Ones that were wandering the countryside and the world that we got any new people into our gene pool at all. They would guide them back to Little Prism in ways that the newcomers never understood. It is why not many of the villagers actually know how to leave the valleys. There are very few that ever want to.

Most of the parents had no intention of letting their children go off with this foppish fool that seemed to have eyes that looked everywhere as he accompanied the councillor around the village and its surrounds. Many thought that Granger was being hoodwinked by the smooth talker but when he announced that he believed that the education of our children in a formal environment and in a bigger town like Gallisbury he managed to persuade at least a score of them to try the experiment. He, and Carmichaels, promised that if the children did not find it of benefit then they would be returned as soon as transport could be arranged. They also promised that they would let the children write home and update their anxious parents. A courier would bring the letters and take any back at least each fortnight. Carmichaels was a good salesman and he pitched his words to the ears of the parents that were eager to believe that there was something better for their children outside of Little Prism.

It did not help that some of these girls were enamoured of the uniformed men on horseback and the pretty lady with all of her servants. Francis was quick to tell them that they could be like that too if they came and learned in a proper school. We all should have known it was a con when he volunteered to take the first lot of children to the school that Lord Carmichaels said was in need of more children to be educated. Francis was not an evil man but he did have a wandering eye when it came to the girls and the parents were often on alert when he came to visit their homes. He was unmarried and I suppose a few of the mothers were probably thinking of future matchmaking. Many a young maiden found themselves crying into their mother's breasts after Granger had stopped visiting their home. Many a father wanted to string him up by his, apparently sizeable, balls when they found out the reason for those tears. The rumblings about his behaviour were growing louder and I think he knew his days of getting away with making promises to young maidens in return for their spreading their legs for him were about to come to an end.

Just before they were ready to depart two of the special ones told the elders that they wished to accompany the group. They argued that there may be something additional for them to learn and pass on from such an experience. They were backed up by the other twenty or so special ones so the elders really had no choice. It was something several of the older members of the town pondered on. Normally the special ones travelled either by themselves or with others in their own special ways and usually on some mission that brought back more knowledge that they employed to help the town or boosted their own mysterious projects. To have them accompany a group of normal folk was something new though it was argued that it had been a long time since the villagers had travelled outside the Prism of their own volition and for reasons that were of no discernible benefit to the special ones.

So off they go in horse drawn carts, twenty-five kids, mostly girls between eleven and sixteen. The other sixty or so others the parents refused to let their children be taken. They declared that they would build a school for them at Little Prism and hire teachers. Most of the boys were already apprentices, as they were called, or indentured to masters. They decided they did not want to go as they were learning everything that they needed here in the village. A few lads did go but not as many as Carmichaels declared was enough. He tried to make more of them come with them. He had even deployed his soldiers to scout around the village and bring young males to him. Imagine his surprised when the fathers were quite ready to take on his little band of soldiers. We may love peace and quiet but we had rifles that were more than a match for Carmichaels' armoury. It was another thing he wanted to buy but the elders outvoted Granger and told him that they would not allow any weapons to leave the village.

It should have rung alarm bells everywhere! Carmichaels was prepared to use force to get his way! If it were not for some clever talking by Granger and sincere apologies from Carmichaels that he had misinterpreted some of the boys wanting to join the soldiers and even showing scraps of paper that he claimed that the boys had signed committing themselves to his service. I think he thought that we were too simple to see through his trickery and his bullying tactics. He got rather a rude shock when he found his little troop surrounded by men with steely eyes and deadly weapons in their hands.

If not for one of the special ones calming the situation by getting Carmichaels to confess that he had not gotten the boys signatures but had written down their names after talking to them while he walked around the village. He thought that they had indicated that they wanted to come with him but would not be permitted by their masters. I believe Carmichaels and his troop would never have been heard of again in the outside world if the situation had not been resolved peacefully. I think the fathers, already distrusting of Granger, were quite prepared to defend their children and bury the perpetrators of that threat.

Two of the fathers and one uncle decided to go with them to help them set up and ensure that they were safe. Thank goodness they did! A week later the carts returned and twenty-three of them came back months before they were expected. Gallisbury had burned to the ground and two of our beautiful special children were lost.

The three men were furious and declared foul retribution to be taken on our councillor, Granger but he was never seen or heard of again. One of the men was the uncle of Emily, a beautiful woman of nearly nineteen summers, it was her that roused her uncle and the other men and got the children safely home. The two special girls, Leanne and Deidra were also not seen again but somehow we know that they escaped but something happened that made them decide not to return despite all the villagers' hopes and prayers.

Apparently as soon as they got to the town several of the older girls realised that things were not going to be as promised. These girls were the ones that had begged their parents to let them go to this promised school where they thought they were going to treated like princesses and have servants and horses. The town was no more than the big mansion at the top of the High Street, a pub, two long rows of neat cottages, a couple of shops, a market and a few buildings that held stables and blacksmiths.

Separated and further down from the town was a ramshackle array of run-down houses. In between was another large house but it seemed to be for some use that they girls could not understand. There were many windows indicating that it may have been a boarding house of some sort. At the windows they saw pretty women standing and waving. Many of them seemed to be naked. They saw girls their own ages standing around in filthy clothing, some of them even bare breasted as they nursed grubby children. There was, reportedly, even a young woman being fucked up against a building wall in a narrow alley by some dirty coal miner as she simply grunted as she was used. Gallisbury had a coal mine that was where most of the men and boys worked. It was the main source of income though after what we found out there may have been other trade that the Lord indulged in.

Carmichaels owned the whole town and the reality was that he simply wanted more workers for his mine and new young pussy for his bed and those of his circle of deviant foremen. Those he rejected were sent to the whorehouse to be used by the miners to keep them happy. We think that he may have also traded them to other unscrupulous lords that owned the people that worked in their factories and mines.

Emily, who had not wanted to leave town but her father had been bribed to make her go by Lord Carmichaels hence why the uncle, Shaun, had accompanied her. He was quite a suspicious man and had not trusted Carmichaels, but he thought he was doing the right thing by his niece and wanted to see her safely there. He certainly had no love for Granger as he told of seeing the man touching the younger girls on their behinds when he took them walking out around the town.

Shaun was suspicious as soon as he saw no sign of a school. Some of the older girls were also being eyed off by the soldiers and Shaun had heard some rather crude comments about fresh meat. They thought that he wouldn't understand because they spoke in another language. Shaun understood them clearly and it didn't take long for him to figure out that there was not going to be an education for them except in a whorehouse or indentured into Lord Carmichaels' house and probably end up in the same predicament. It was unfortunate that he had not overheard these comments until the party was well outside of Little Prism and in sight of the town of Gallisbury. He was determined that he was going to have his charges back out of the town as soon as he could. However, after two days of travelling the children were tired as were the horses. He himself was dulled by being ever vigilant in his distrust of this journey and its suspect promises.

He ensured that the wagons and all the children's gear was secured and even got a couple of the young lads and a couple of girls to hide in them to guard them. The soldiers didn't like it but he convinced them that they would settle more easily if they remained with their friends and fathers for the first night at least.

That first night they were put up in some outhouse shed full of hay, no beds except for straw and a few rough blankets. They were fed some porridge in bowls and told to get to their beds and to stop whining. Shaun tried to help the kids settle, they were tired but some were still excited and couldn't sleep. He was busy with them when some soldiers came and got the three prettiest girls. Emily, Leanne and Deidra. He tried to go after them when he found out but ended up in a fight with several other soldiers and knocked out. He had no idea that the other two fathers were getting drunk on beer that the soldiers gave them and didn't come to his rescue.

Emily told the tale of how they were taken up to this big house and upstairs into a large room decorated with large plush chairs and several couches where they were told to wait. Lord Carmichaels and Granger entered the room through a back door after coming up the stairs from the courtyard below. Emily said that Deidra and Leanne were examining the curtains and their intricate patterns and the paintings on the walls and had not even noticed the two men enter the room.

"Ladies welcome to your first lessons!" Carmichaels had declared as he stood in the middle of the room and Granger was leering at the two girls that finally turned around to acknowledge them.

"Get over here Deidra and show me what a pretty mouth you have!" ordered Granger even as Carmichaels hissed at Emily to get down on her knees ready to suck his cock!

"Time to learn how to look after your masters!" Granger snapped at Deidra when she had not moved from where she stood next to Leanne.

The men pulled out their big old cocks and told the girls to strip and then get over to them and lick their dicks and balls.

"What has afflicted your flesh to make it stick up like that?" Leanne had asked Granger as he leered at the girl.

"It gets like this because it wants to be shoved up your dainty little bum, bitch. Now get those clothes off so I can show you where it fits!" Granger told her with a laugh that she could be so dumb.

Well, Emily was already fucking for a young man here in Little Prism and knew what she was supposed to do but she had pledged her heart to young Willy and she was not going to service another man the way she was servicing her lover. It was one of the reasons that her father had been easily bribed to force her to go. He did not like young Willy fucking his daughter! She got very upset and yelled at him that she was not going to do anything for him. Carmichaels walked over to her and slapped her down and told her to get her mouth around his dick. Emily and Deidra realised that this was not what any of them considered education!

He was picking her up by the hair and trying to shove his cock in her mouth. He hit her again. Granger was screaming at Deidra and Leanne to get their fucking clothes off. He was stroking his cock and glaring at them whilst telling them to hurry up. Meanwhile Carmichaels had ripped Leanne's blouse off exposing her tits. He told her as she was forced to suck his cock that she was going to love his cock in her slutty cunt and that she had better realise that she was just here to do as he fucking told her!

The other two could not watch while their friend was treated like that! They reacted in the only ways they knew. Two conjured devils appeared, fierce fangs, ugly faces and big horns on their heads. Totally unable to hurt anyone but they set them on to the two men. The devil that went at Carmichaels never touched the man but it did cause him to suddenly clutch his chest and collapse. Granger fled the sight of the one growling and stomping its way towards him but as he was trying to escape he tripped over his own trousers and went flying out a window down to the cobblestones below.

Of course Emily was terrified that they would be somehow blamed. The two special ones were calm and quick to act once Emily told them that she was okay despite the blood coming from her nose and the eye that was rapidly beginning to turn black. She was pulling her blouse back around her body when Deidra told her to go, get the others and get back home. She wanted to stay with the two as they heard someone raise the alarm that something was happening in the mansion. They could hear booted feet heading up the back stairs and out in the hallway behind them. Emily wanted to help them but they told her that they were quite capable of looking after themselves and would see her on the road. The two girls were calm and Emily could feel the power in them as they prepared to face the consequences of their actions. They growled at her to get!

Somehow the two of them made her silent and invisible to everyone else in the house. She avoided all the guards that were running around and headed back to the barn where her uncle was. Emily found her uncle groaning as he woke up from the knock on his head. One look at her torn blouse, bloody face and black eye had him up and rousting the children. He found the two fathers and cursed them for being so gullible as to drink with the guards. He sent them off to get their horses. The men stumbled off as Shaun and Emily got the children up and crowding around the wagons. Within minutes the horses were hitched up. Shaun knew that the fathers would be hopeless in a fight and told them to get down in the bottom of the wagons and stay there. One of the older girls and two of the lads told him that they could drive the wagons. He set them up and reached under the back of his seat a brought out his rifle. He was ready to shoot his way out if he had too.

"Deidra and Leanne made devils and helped me get past the guards that were running around so I could find you, Uncle Shaun," she told the man. "I am sure that they were planning something else to make sure we got away. They told me that they would meet me up the road." Shaun had nodded but he still held his rifle ready to shoot their way out of the barn.

The soldiers were blocking the entrance to the big barn.

Suddenly an explosion of noise erupted into the air. Fire exploded in the upstairs section of the mansion and then, inexplicably, in front of the guards. The guards all took off. Shaun laughed at the guards as they ran off to get buckets of water. As soon as they had gone the fire had opened up a big gap in the middle. When they raced through the fire and it didn't burn them they knew that Deidra and Leanne were helping them. Shaun kept them all moving as fast as the tired horses would go.

The other men, still drunk, wanted to stop and go back to kill someone but Shaun just got them looking after the children and they took off again. Apparently the two fathers were distraught and also very angry, their moods not helped by their drunken state nor the fact that Shaun had taken their weapons and placed them in the cart he was in. They vowed and declared all the way home that they would ensure that none of the girls would ever fall prey to such men again. Fortunately some of the other girls knew how to drive the wagons and took over from their tired mates. Shaun shoved the men down into the floor of the wagon again and told them to go to sleep. It was a very frightened group that were worried because Deidra and Leanne still had not caught up with them and the two fathers were drunkenly yelling and threatening to come back with more weapons and an army to kill the whole town.

Emily told us that they had stopped the wagons at the top of the hill from Gallisbury and saw that the whole town seemed to be on fire and that people were running and shouting. Suddenly two big white geese flew out of the night sky honking at them. Emily swore that one of the geese called her in her mind to keep going. She decided it was the girls telling them to get going and yelled to her uncle to get them moving again.

They rested again when they were well out of sight of the town. Emily had run back the way that they had come and Shaun had quickly followed her. He stopped only a few hundred paces from where the wagons had stopped. He shivered as his niece stood still in the roadway as the two big geese came to land beside her. Both of them rubbed their heads against the girl honking sadly. Shaun did not understand what was happening until with a last long honk the geese took flight again.

"They said that no-one is chasing us but they will keep watch," his niece began to sob and Shaun was nonplussed as he cuddled the girl into his arms.

"What is wrong, Emily?" he asked gently.

"They say that they cannot come back with us, but will help us find the quickest way home," the pretty girl had sniffled before taking her uncle's hand and leading him back to the waiting wagons and the anxious children.

Shaun had them rest only long enough to give the horses a break and to soothe some of the younger ones that were crying for their parents and home. Each time they stopped they could see the geese flying in circles above them but the birds would not come down to them again. Shaun suspected that the geese, that he somehow knew were Deidra and Leanne, were still checking that no-one was pursuing them. They flew lazy circles above them until they would peel off and head in the direction of Little Prism indicating to Shaun that it was time that they moved on. Each time it seemed that the horses were eager as if the little rest that they had had given them more energy than he would have thought. Emily told him with a serious face that Deidra and Leanne were giving the horses as much energy as they could spare. Shaun waved to the birds in thanks. Once they reached the limits of the Prism the geese disappeared. No-one saw the girls or the geese ever again. The village decided that they would never send their children away again!

Jennifer finished her tale with an unhappy voice.

"It's no wonder the village took a long time to try it again," I said when she finished speaking.

"But don't you see! If Little Prism had not heard the tale from Emily and Shaun they would have continued to send kids to those bastards! Sending little ones to be fucked and used as toys, not educated! The young men would have died in the pits of the mine and we, in our ignorance, would have believed whatever lies Granger and Carmichaels told them. No doubt there would have been letters sent back to the town saying how well the children were doing. I imagine that it would not have been beyond a stretch for letters to come from the fathers and Shaun saying how they had decided to stay. With nothing to dissuade them other parents would have sent their children without a thought. Even if they took up building a school there would have been children eager to go and catch up with their friends that were telling everyone that they were having a great time. All lies but we would not have known any better.

"Gallisbury would have benefited from the knowledge that the children took with them and become prosperous whilst the children would simply have been used up until they were of no use for anything but swinging a pick in the mines. I don't think they understood properly at the time that if Deidra had not gotten Emily to get back to her uncle and lead the kids out that Little Prism would never have heard from their children again! Quite likely Shaun and the other two men would have been made slaves or jailed or worse!

"It is, by a long way, not the end of the history lesson, Brenda," she grimaced. "When the decision was made in consultation with the kids I went into the archives again. I wanted to make sure that what we thought might be a solution to ours and their problem was not going to cause problems that we could not handle. I found a journal by a young man named Keefer. It was over a thousand years old and unfortunately it told the tale of a horrible time in the village's history. It was eerily similar to what occurred at Gallisbury but it occurred in our own town, under our own rooves. It is, I think almost one of the deep-down causes of our children's inability to find the physical appealing."

I sat ready to listen to the rest of the story. I got a compressed version of what had happened to Marcus and his group when they had tried to rebel after their absence from the town for five years after Beatrice, a young woman, had been forced to endure sex from a man that had held a powerful position in the town. Beatrice had become pregnant and the man had told her that she was such a slut that she could not claim anyone as the father of her child. Marcus had taken all of them away to a destination that only the Viendri knew. It was his open rebellion against a man I considered to be the greatest evil I had heard of, Sunderson, that sparked the blackest of periods for the town and its special residents. It had taken a mighty warrior to route the town of its evil and set the balance to rights.

*

I was shaken that in the early moments of this unsuccessful rebellion that two villagers had been killed by Marcus or one of his brethren.

"You told me that they did not kill, Jennifer!" I gasped at her in horror.

"They do not. It was another power that ceased the lives of the pair that colluded to have young Beatrice fucked and used. It was the journals, that Marcus a strong but ultimately powerless young leader of the special ones, that was the first to bring to light the plight of the Viendri. The history tells us that at least another thirty of the villagers died in their sleep or from tragic accidents that occurred around the region. Several dozen more fled the village and never returned.

After Christopher had led the major rebellion he had written of secret things in his journal and left with Keefer for safe keeping. In it Christopher had appealed to his god, Ruthven and a mystical being he called Mira, to instil into the special ones the ability to protect and, if necessary, destroy evil that threatened to harm them or the members of the village. It was then I believe that the special ones gained the ability to kill. I have read entries in the history that describe when they have needed to but only in the direst of circumstances and mainly to protect themselves from outside forces. These journals, Brenda, are hidden in the archives and only people like me, Edward and a few others have access to them."

"How long after Marcus attempted to get rid of Sunderson did Christopher rise up to destroy these people?" I asked very much interested in finding out how this town survived such a black tide of evil. I was comparing it to my own betrayal and abuse and the rescue by my oldest friend and lover.

"Much later, perhaps a few centuries when it seemed that all of the goodness that had been within Little Prism and its people had simply drained away as if someone had bashed a small hole in a dam. It took years for the water to get so low that someone decided that something was wrong. When Christopher returned, at the behest of Ruthven and Mira, he found things had deteriorated so badly from those early tales of debauchery to something so hideous and evil that he could not help but want to end it as soon as he could.

"Of all that generation that stood with Cassandra and Keefer only two of the girls had not been raped or bullied into giving up their bodies. The other two were too young to be used to pleasure a man, though it seemed that the General of the Guards had a fetish for young girls and planned to rectify that statistic. Twenty of the boys had been sodomised by their master craftsman in payment for their teaching the youngsters what they wanted to know. They were too young and weak, despite the massive mental powers that they held, to fight back. It was only when Christopher, Cassandra and Keefer had decided to make their stand that it became common knowledge as men and women were accused by others and brought forward to face justice. By then it was far too late for those corrupted by their leaders to make amends. Christopher was ruthless and driven by rage as he wiped them all out.

"It has been happening since time immemorial, Brenda. Strong man thought that pretty girls were to be used. They held them captive and used them as they pleased. They did not care that they were not interested in the things these men and women wanted to do their bodies. Many of the accounts I have read continually tell of young men and girls with their bodies aching from the cock of their masters. They endured it because it was how they learnt. The overwhelming drive inside them to discover the world in any way that they could. Having their legs spread and their cunnies fingered and spat upon until they were wet enough to take a cock was not part of their plans but they were helpless to do otherwise. Threats against family and others ensured they kept their mouths shut and obedient. It was a time of great darkness for the special ones after Christopher, Meredith, Rosanna and Ingrid had passed.

"When those four guided and nurtured the special ones they held a place of respect within the community. They were aloof and prideful according to some reports but they were written by men that later proved themselves to be bullies and cowards simply awaiting their chance to make their fortunes from the talented minds that were born within the Prism's protection. The periods that they governed Little Prism and turned the peaceful town to debauchery were often long and bloody. The village population often dwindled quite dramatically until even those in power saw no profit in continuing to plunder the town and its cowed population. It was a time, coincidentally, that the number of talented children that were born was zero or very, very few. Often times after these men were either driven off or died there would be a period of growth and if the town stabilised enough then the special ones began to return. When Ingrid governed the village there were over one hundred special ones living and working in the village. It was a time of glorious wonder. Since then we have had good leaders and growth that is sustainable. It had only been in the past one hundred and fifty years that Little Prism met with the stabilised government that we know today. Well after the incident at Gallisbury and the lessons learned.

"For nigh on two hundred years Little Prism has thrived once a school was built and formal education began. The powers of those that came were different to what had been observed before. Where the children were simply knowledge sponges with some simple abilities to create puppets that walked and talked and read the minds of those that they observed. They could disappear on a whim, create machines of astounding power and usefulness. However, the new groups that emerged could also make things float in the air, could change their appearances to appear to be someone else. Their figments were more realistic and did more than just dance and sing. Suddenly we had an internet before any outside town. We could communicate over vast distances and we no longer relied on men and muscles to run our factories and create those things we needed. Mechanical and electrical devices invaded our homes. We were of the future but none of the special ones ever saw it. They came and went like candles in the night. They still feared emotion and they had nothing that seemed to capture their attention for longer than a few years.

"Their disdain for sexual acts and the thoughts of love and caring became even more remote. Even one-hundred years ago they were being called puppets and golems. The special ones made no effort to change this attitude towards themselves. In fact they seemed to encourage it.

"I believe that whatever power infuses them created that as part of their core. The same power that took vengeance on those that had abused their bodies so many years ago had ensured that it would never happen again. Unfortunately I think it has gone too far. Rather than protecting their bodies and minds from the lusts of men and women that would warm their beds they have made the possibility of it even happening with some sort of response from them impossible. There is a barrier that needs to be broken down and to be honest, Brenda I don't know that even the aura around you is going to do it either."

I sat staring at her in confused disbelief. She had not given me an unofficial history of the town and the special residents that resided inside it. She had turned my whole tentative perceptions of it entirely upside down. Not only was the village full of lusty, daring and happy people but it was also seeded with these beings that had powers that no-one could fathom! Not only that, but below the innocent looking masks of these children that could change their appearance at will, was possibly the most efficient and deadliest of killing machines! My cunt, once wet and openly visible through my silky, now transparent, knickers suddenly slammed shut as if someone had poured sand in my pants! I trembled in fear as I stared at the mother of one of these dangerous children!

She was still talking and I struggled to bring my mind back to focus on her words hoping that she would give me something that would help me return to my previous happy and slightly sexually excited state.

"No, Brenda, the villages learnt the value of Christopher's words. To stay safe they needed to remain inside the shield of the prism. Gallisbury was outside and it was only the quick thinking of Deidra and Leanne and the destruction that they caused to cover their escape that saw any of them home safely. It was a time that the elders and villagers learnt a lot more about the strange powers that resided in the bodies of their own children that they called the special ones.

"It was as if the power of the prism was not just confined to the limits around Little Prism but it was well and truly a part of the special ones. The town had never heard if the powers that the kids had could be used outside the town. It was always thought that the ones that had left the village would not survive because once they crossed the boundaries their powers would be useless. Deidra and Leanne proved that they did work. It caused a fundamental change in the village's interactions with strangers and trade missions that left the village. A special one was always part of the mission. One that could remain hidden and observe. One that was trained to perform defensive tactics that would scare, bluff and if necessary restrain any that was attempting to harm our travellers. They could not be taught to kill anything because that was against the fundamental laws or so we thought. They felt safe because if they got into trouble the special children could use their powers to get them home safely.

"If they had read the true recordings of the special ones that came before they would have known all of that and more. However, it was only the special ones that kept any records of their past in those days. When the scrolls and journals were finally handed over the town was awe stricken that the special ones had encountered such situations before and had plenty of examples of things that they had done to protect themselves and others. It was well known among the special ones what they could and could not do outside of Little Prism. It was how Deidra and Leanne knew how to protect them all. It was quite a shock to the council of elders that the previous belief that the special ones could not use powers to kill was only a myth. The villagers had not known that both the Prism and the children that it spawned were quite capable of killing people or wild creatures that threatened the town. It has not happened in living memory but there are records of special ones killing to survive and to protect others.

"As a little footnote to the incident at Gallisbury, Emily wrote in the records as a tribute to Deidra and Leanne. She said that Leanne had whispered in her mind the reason that they could not come back to Little Prism. They had deliberately taken the life of Granger. Ensuring that in his haste to escape their figment that he went through the window and had his head slam into the stones and gravel below, killing him. She told the young woman that they did not care for how much death they caused among the citizens of Gallisbury, they were evil, poisonous and if they had not been completely wiped out they would have come looking for Little Prism to take revenge. However, they had killed a councillor, even if he was corrupt, and they had to make penance to the one that they believed ruled over their hearts and minds. Emily was filled with joy though when Deidra told her that they knew where he was and that he would take away their shame and guilt. Ruthven would help them forget and let them live out their lives in peace.

"You have to remember, Brenda, that after Ingrid the special ones found it hard to trust anyone in the village. It has only been some of the very different beings that have either grown up or came to our town that have really got close to them. In many cases not even their parents truly knew what they were thinking and doing. Certainly it meant that the council of elders were far more cautious of how they treated these children.

"Later when the special ones wanted to leave we let them go with our blessing. We thought that they would be safe and could always return. Many of them did, and quite often. They would regale the town with tales from their travels and bring back items that proved how far they had travelled. There would be new things created for the good of the town and many new ideas left with the council for them to learn and build for themselves.

"Then began a period where not one of them came back! We have never heard of anything that indicated our children had ever gone on to be someone outside of the village. We have only got one, in recent history, that has ever come back..." She stopped abruptly and I got the impression that Jennifer had said too much and that I was not going to get anything further on whom that mysterious person was.

"Why didn't the Prism act to stop Carmichaels?" I asked when Jennifer had fallen silent and was twirling her wineglass in her fingers. I noted that she had opened another bottle and decided that Jennifer was getting a little under the weather even though her eyes still shone brightly as she talked about her favourite subject. I had begun to wonder why there were more empty bottles than I had seen her take from the unknown person that came to the door earlier in the evening. Jennifer waved my asking away with a small wave of her hand. She told me James knew of her needs. I shrugged.

"I think the Prism did act, Brenda. I think it wanted to get rid of Granger and allowed that miserable man to come in and show all of us Granger's true nature. By letting the children go but having Deidra and Leanne with them I think it was ensuring that no true harm would come to them. It was a lesson that took a lot for the village to understand. There was much debate and wringing of hands over the exact same question. It took one of the other special ones to put forward that theory. It made the villagers become more circumspect of anyone that looked for powerful positions in the town. It is why Edward is so loved. He has no other thoughts other than the best for the town in his mind. He became our Lead Councillor by default and not by seeking the position. It is a big responsibility but he carries it without being burdened by the trust everyone puts in him."

I nodded in agreement. In the short time I had spent with Edward Toms I found that not only did I like the man but I trusted him. Something that was not easy for me to do with a man.

"Did they build a school?" I asked as I sipped another wine contemplating her words as the silence grew between us.

"Yes and some very fine teachers came to us and surprisingly came from the parents and others as well. We have had children go off and get their university degrees and some have even come back to teach and to set up businesses here. Little Prism is a truly modern place but it took a long time for anyone to ever leave its protection again.

"However, there was one important piece of information that was totally overlooked!" she unexpectedly giggled.

"What?" I asked with a smile.

"Deidra and Leanne were absolutely clueless about what Carmichaels and their own town councillor wanted. Emily told us that Leanne had just stared at the erect cock between Granger's legs and asked him what sort of sickness caused his flesh to go like that. When he told her that it went like that because he needed to shove it up her lovely round bum was when she went all devil woman and realised what he was saying to Leanne about fucking her body! It must have triggered the memories of the others in her mind. Emily said that the rage that appeared on both hers and Leanne's faces was awful to see!

"The worst part, Brenda is that now, almost two hundred years later they are still the fucking same! I would bet that if you lay naked on your back in the middle of your classroom and begged the boys to fuck you that they would not have a fucking hard-on between them and I would also bet that you would hold their interest for about two seconds!" She sounded absolutely exasperated as she got up and emptied the last of the bottle of wine into her glass and sat down heavily and stared at me with a look of frustration on her face.

I stared at Jennifer for a few moments, something rolled over and clicked into place in my mind. Suddenly I knew why Jennifer was saying that the girls' ignorance of the male body was a problem.

"It was the village that was wrong in the first place. Things like sex would have not been something that anyone would have wanted to teach them. The normal girls were brought up to understand that they would be sexual and how to enjoy it. They knew all about cock and pussy. It was part of their mothers' education. The same as fathers and older men would teach the boys. With such an open attitude to sex, at least in private, the boys would understand about their cocks and where it fit into a female. I imagine that a lot of rules about consequences, protection etc would have been taught as well?" I asked her softly.

She nodded before adding, "There are several sections in the town's charter about consent, marriage, responsibility and a lot of good advice for new couples. It was an important thing that Christopher wanted all of the people he loved to understand."

"The special ones would have been protected because of the history of abuse and torture that most of them associated with sex. I imagine that people would have been too careful around them. Not exposing them to things like fucking and sucking cock and licking pussy. They did not want the special ones to have nightmares by bringing up the past," I watched as Jennifer's eyes opened wide and her head nodded vigorously as I expounded my theory.

"Now, when this history should never repeat, it is too difficult to begin teaching them about it. For years they had shielded the special ones from such acts even though everyone wanted them to find lovers and breed. It was too late," I finished with a breathless sigh.

Jennifer nodded and her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Look if they had some idea in their head about wanting to know how deep a woman's pussy was or how big a cock could get they would probably try to experiment to find the answers. As to whether she would like it or not would not even come into their calculations. As for their own feelings it would be as if they were testing the capacity of a vacuum drum or hydraulic line like they do when they are changing mechanical devices for the council workers!" she giggled at her comparison.

"When my mother gave me the birds and bees talk it was in no nonsense and very frank terms. I learnt to suck a banana and a cucumber as a replacement for the cocks I would be faced with when I got older. She showed me her cunt and had me strip down to show me where I should encourage my own fingers to wander and find those places that I liked touched. As I masturbated for the first time she told me that I should not be frightened to show a man how I liked to be fucked. It was a very thorough and very pleasurable awakening of my body and my mind. My mother was a wonderful woman and I miss her more than I have ever missed my husband!" she said with bright eyes and a wide grin on her face.

I smiled at the woman as she sat back in her chair and thoughtfully sipped her fresh wine. I got the feeling I was expected to have some insight in what could be done to repair this lack of exposure. "You want a Princess that might just show a bit of tit and arse and eventually become quite sexy at times to get them to understand their functions?" I questioned.

"Yes, Miss Hawkins, we want your very lovely tits, arse and everything else to be their focus!" she eyed me hotly as her hands waved over the outline of my barely covered breasts and down over my arse and hips. "Not just as objects to observe, measure and quantify, but as wondrous areas belonging to a person just as special as them but in a new and very sexy way. Something we hope piques their interest as they grow older until they want to explore even further!"

"However," I interrupted her exuberance at thinking of me as a sex object, "because I am not some hulking male from the past but a tiny little thing that might break if you lean too hard on her I would not be a threat and bring up history. My little body and its softness and eagerness to be touched and possibly played with might appeal to them to try and overcome their barriers. Even the girls might want to model themselves after me as someone that the boys could love in both a mental and physical way?" I prompted.

Her head tilted to her left as she looked at me with what I could only determine was something akin to envy. Her next words confirmed it. "I have already proved that it cannot be one of us that begins this journey with them simply because we would still be Mum or the mother of one of the others or just another too well-known villager. In fact I did a bit of research after my failed attempt and found some quietly hidden away journal entries. Several girls and mothers had attempted to show the boys that were around the ways of a woman. Some of the men also posed naked for the girls on the pretence of trying to interest them in art. There are some quite exquisite paintings in the backroom of the library of naked men and women but none of the reports indicated that those bodies were viewed with anything other than beautiful objects to paint or draw," she unexpectedly laughed loudly. I got the impression that if it had been up to her she would have willingly taken these youngsters to her naked body and shown them all what to do with her. However, her being James' Mum might have caused some of the village to be uncomfortable, though based on what she had already told me, perhaps not as scandalous as I might have believed. A stranger, me, they could accept.

My pussy was wet again with her tale and her total honesty in telling me what this little village at the back of nowhere seemed prepared to do to get some sort of reaction from what I was beginning to believe were robots. I was already wondering if anyone had done an examination of these kids to see if they were really alive.

I found myself blushing crazily imagining the older, more mature and still just as sweet James standing between my wide-open thighs and looking down on my naked body. I felt the crotch of my knickers get wet again as my pussy suddenly softened at the prospect.

Her own little bit of squirming as she eyed my almost naked body indicated that she may have been a little excited at the memories. She may also have read my mind. "They don't do anything that they do not think is worth it or has some interest to them. As those teachers proved, you cannot make them want to fuck! When James decided that he no longer found being with the women was of interest he simply walked out and disappeared. When I found out he was already in his little workshop doing some design work on his laptop. He wasn't even that interested in telling me what had happened!" she told me seriously.

"You said this previous attempt happened two hundred years ago?" I asked incredulously. "When did they start sending them out to other schools again?"

"Yes as I said. They created a school and they did get some teachers to come. Some of them were quite brilliant and taught the children enough for some of them to go off to learn at university, much to the fears of some mothers who wanted to go with them to keep them safe. However, several of our special ones that were at the school told them that they had ways to keep an eye on them without needing to travel into the cities and hence outside the limits of the shields.

"I think we must have been the first people to have very portable phones. Even now our phone and internet system is one of the best in the world. Parents could speak to their children every day if they wanted using the equipment that was given to them. They had to keep it secret after one of the boys got it taken from him by a professor and wanted to know how it was made. There was some hasty travelling, explaining and then covering up of the whole thing. By the time I decided to go to university the phones resembled more of the things that they invented outside. I can't help but wonder sometimes if that first confiscated phone was somehow used to make them. Our phones still have a lot more uses than they do, including very good cameras," she giggled for unknown reasons but judging by her red face I decided that she had used them for very private reasons.

"Of course, we don't even need the phones now. But they are very useful to everyone. The special ones have many other ways to make sure Mummy and Daddy are not worrying about them. I won't tell you all our secrets tonight, Brenda. You will no doubt have them displayed to you very quickly. Just keep your mind open!" she giggled and her face was, if anything, even redder. I gulped but then smiled. Hadn't I been promised that I would be protected?

"So why did the school close?" I asked her after she seemed to remember where she was and stared at me warmly.

"Not enough kids. We all seemed to slow down on the baby making for a while. I can remember when there was over a hundred kids here, now there is only about thirty or thirty-five. Of course no-one wants to come and teach in such an isolated spot despite how attractive we make the conditions. It is only our eight special ones that needed someone. Fortunately we have got you, Brenda and I am so very glad that our plea touched you. I am really looking forward to being friends with you!" she smiled even more warmly and I felt myself blushing.

"Brenda," she said softly as she leaned in closer to me than she had all evening. She had moved her chair incrementally and I was surprised as she was able to gently place her hand high up my soft thigh and very close to my slightly quivering pussy. "You have an aura around you. An aura that I can see quite plainly that tells me that you are a very fiery and adventurous soul. There is something else there as well. A ball of light that I want to look at but it frightens me a little. It is as if I did look into it I would be trapped inside you. Something I think I would like but because it has not revealed itself totally I believe it is not meant for me yet. Don't let your barriers down too quickly. Not for me, the town or the Special Ones. You are a strong mind. I think far stronger than any that has come here before. I am sorry that I said that you may not be enough. I think, now, I am wrong. I believe in you and I believe that you will be the one that cracks open the hearts of these robots and have them ready to let others in." With that said she leaned into my face and kissed me gently on the lips.

She stood and on slightly wavering legs told me that she had to go. She disappeared in front of my startled eyes!

*****

Chapter nine - The Shoemaker and the Horse.

I awoke the next morning not having remembered going to bed. I glanced at the bedside table and saw a little table clock with its hands pointing to the numeral six. It was 6:30 am and I know that Jennifer and I were still talking at 10:00 pm last night, according to my wristwatch. I slid out from under the wonderfully warm yet light bedcovers and began my morning routine.

I pissed and splashed a little water over my face in the bathroom before heading to the living room and began my slow stretches. I dropped my naked body to the warm timber floor and did my thirty sit-ups and press-ups. I danced to my internal music for my aerobic routine and by 7:30 I was in the shower washing away the sweat I had worked up from my intensive workout. Normally I would have also gone for a run but given my nakedness and the disappearance of the only clothing I had brought with me that part of my routine had been thwarted. I hunted for the robe Jennifer thought was hanging in the bathroom but it did not exist.

Just as I was beginning to have visions of Daniel's imprisonment of me, my heart and breathing beginning to become ragged with fear, I suddenly found myself calm. Something was gently soothing my mind and telling me that I was going to be ok, I just needed to be patient and eat. I had just put on the kettle for my first coffee and had found a frypan to scramble some eggs and fry some bacon, when I felt myself singing. Doing the mundane acts had managed to allay my fears. I am a bit of health nut but nothing beats scrambled eggs and tasty bacon with toast for breakfast! There was a knock on my door.

I did not even worry when I opened my door, naked, and found Ellie Josephs standing on the step with four large bags in her hands. She took one look at my naked body and my still wrapped up hair, bade me good morning as I stepped aside as she walked into my living room and dumped her bags on the little settee that sat against one wall.

"Jeans, tops, some skirts, blouses, shorts and some Ts. They should all fit. Oh knickers and bras are coming shortly. But I would suggest the robe in that bag on the far end. Young Rupert, my apprentice, still gets boners over half naked women in my shop. If he cops an eyeful of your wonderful charms, Miss Hawkins he is likely to stain his pants," she giggled.

I hurriedly found the deep purple and wonderfully warm robe and wrapped myself in it shortly before a tall young man with red hair and a very youthful complexion was panting on my doorstep. His bundle of large bags obviously contained more than bras and knickers! "A couple of dresses that you might like to wear for school duties," grinned Ellie as she took the smallest of the bags from Rupert and passed it to me. I peeked inside. All sorts of colours met my eyes and I wondered if I had set a bad precedent with our village tailor with my brief underwear. It appeared that none of the items in the bag were designed for everyday casual wear.

It seemed she read my mind. "More industrious gear is in one of the other bags, Brenda. I was told you like to run so they're much more supportive," she grinned before gathering up Rupert and scolding him to keep his eyes to himself and get back to work.

"See you later, Head Mistress," they both called together as they headed out of the front gate and back towards the village square.

The gown was luxurious and I found myself hugging it to my naked body and purring almost as much as I had when I had first found clothing again after my rescue. It rubbed sinuously over my naked breasts and was almost like a lover's caress over my arse and my thighs. My pussy got wet and I would have drifted off to my bedroom and let that feeling of sensual caressing continue with my own hands over my sensitive nipples until I found my wet open cunt with my warm fingers and frigged myself until I came, if not for the sudden piercing whistle of the kettle boiling. Shaking myself I dropped the robe on my bed and returned to my kitchen naked to finish preparing my breakfast. I stayed like that until I had tried on and stored away the abundance of clothing Ellie Josephs had supplied me. She was right, all of it fit perfectly. I was also quite surprised to find my own clothing in a separate bag. Someone had obviously decided they needed cleaning and I giggled as the neatly pressed blouse, jacket and skirt was fitted with a hanger that I placed into my now quite crowded wardrobe. The soft terry towelling robe was also there and I hung it back on its hook in the bathroom. I placed my matching blue knickers and bra in the drawers.

The knickers Ellie had supplied were sexual and I simply looked at the flimsy material, some I realised would barely cover anything of my still moist and slightly puffy pussy as I placed them in the main bedroom drawers. I hung the bras on the little hangers and grinned in delight when I found the bag containing more practical underwear. I donned a set of matching pink cotton undies and sports bra before finding some nice shorts and a thick T-shirt. I was about to step outside when I realised I had no shoes! My pumps that I had taken off and scattered under the kitchen table were no longer there.

A tall man, strong in build with dark black hair and beard stood outside my door when I opened it and decided that I could at least look out at the world outside. He was rolling a trolley with at least two rows of boxes, about six or eight levels high, held on its little platform.

"'Ere, Miss 'awkins, you cannae go wondering 'round barefoot! Col'n sent me down wit' these 'ere things for ya feet but I hafta look at ya feet and may'ap make some 'justments!" he stated as he stared at me with dark eyes that for a moment held me captured in his very open and honest stare. I felt myself holding my breath as his muscles flexed as his big hands took the first of the boxes and lifted it. He presented the unopened box to me like it was a gift and bowed slightly as I used my small hands to open the lid under his watchful eyes and wide grin. They were a pair of runners. Well at least they looked like runners in a soft almost sensuous feeling leather material as I lifted one out of the box and giggled in amazement at the fine craftsmanship of the remarkably simple construct. The base was rubber and as I turned it over I was further stunned at the ripples and tread underneath.

"Good tractions, 'em ones, Miss! No slipping when ya go for a run!" he said enthusiastically.

"No. I imagine I would be very comfortable in these while I run through the forest," I said softly. The man's body was trembling slightly and I could not help but think that he was having a small chuckle at my wide-eyed expression. I could not help it. The man was turning me on and with my busy morning already with the soft sensuous robe, the beautiful clothing and the very sexy underwear I was trembling like I was a virgin. I even thought my sensible underwear was in danger of becoming saturated.

"P'raps I could run with ya, Miss?" he asked cheerily. I got the distinct impression that what running I would have been doing was with my legs in the air and well spread over his broad back. I mentally gasped at my bold thoughts. I hastily cleared my mind of its sexual orientation. Not an easy thing for one of my nature and this beautiful man standing in front of me with his dark eyes and full lips that I could almost feel over my body. I shook myself.

I nodded and then remembering my manners I asked him to bring his wares inside and reminded him about checking my feet and having to make adjustments. He told me his name was Ger, which given his accent and predilection for shortening just about every word I assumed it was short for Gerald or Gerrard or possibly even Roger. (I still don't know which one!)

"I tink we got 'em right! Miss Jo she 'as a good eye for messrin'," he said jovially as he beckoned me to sit down at one of the chairs at my table and after taking the running shoe off me knelt at my feet and carefully slipped the shoe onto my right foot before sliding my left foot into the other. He gently tied the leather laces checking with me that they weren't too tight. He tapped my calf softly and asked me to stand and walk around. He remained on his knees as I stepped past him and went for a quick stroll around the kitchen and then down through to my bedroom and back. The shoes, like my clothing, felt like they had been custom made for me!

I came back to stand in front of him and giggled as he squeezed my feet through the soft leather and tapped my calf to have me lift my left foot. Again that silly compulsion to say neigh came to me as he pressed into the sole of the shoe. "Feel dat?" he asked with his head down still. I realised he didn't want to lift his head because my rounded arse was directly in his face. I shook my head in the negative and he let my foot down and indicated for me to sit again.

For the next forty minutes my wonderful tall, dark and handsome man lifted my feet and changed shoes in rapid succession. As I walked around in flats, pumps, casual shoes and finally some quite well-heeled numbers in a variety of colours and materials I could not help but coo and ah over the delicious feeling of comfort and support I had never experienced before. I looked at the array of shoes neatly arranged back in their boxes I suddenly realised that I was being treated like a princess in someone's fairy-tale. I was being clothed, shod and I had no doubt that sometime today someone would come to help me learn to ride the pony I could hear in the garage near the kitchen.

He had one more surprise for me. He took the last box off his trolley and opened it with a small grin that made my cunt almost gush. He was like a little boy that was giving his favourite girlfriend a flower. Except instead a flower it was my own shoes, carefully polished and shining as if they were brand new. "I 'justed 'em a little. Too narrow at the toes and not 'nough arch," he said shyly as he handed them over to me. I slipped them on and on slightly shaky legs I stood and walked to the bedroom and back.

"My goodness, Ger! They were lovely shoes when I bought them but these are so incredibly comfortable now!" I giggled as I sat back down in front of him. My legs were open and I knew that the shorts were moulding my sex that was almost begging me to drop my shorts and let this wonderful man at her!

"I didna' think ya would like to lose 'em. They were well loved," he said softly. I nodded in agreement even as he slipped them off and reached for a pair of comfortable walking shoes. I think he guessed that my heels were not the sort of things I would like to walk around the town in, which were my early plans.

"Thank you, Ger," I finally said as my eyes came back to meet his still sparkling dark eyes. "How much do I owe you for them?"

"We 'ave bartring 'round these parts, Miss. Not offen folks 'ave cash. You be teaching our special young 'uns. These," he waved his hand over the dozen or so boxes, 'Col'n and me tribute. It won't," he touched his nose with his forefinger, "be easy!"

The desire, strange, or not, came upon me to kiss the man for his generosity. I saw in his eyes that to have refused his gift would have been deeply insulting him. I leant forward and his soft lips met mine as easily as if we had been lovers for a long time. He did not even tense as I held the kiss for almost thirty seconds before I sat back slowly and kept my eyes locked to his mischievous stare.

"Anytime ya wanna run, Miss, yell," he said as he fluidly stood up and I could not help but sigh as firm muscles rippled in thighs and stomach. I could almost imagine him naked his body was so well defined under his work shirt and jeans. The bulge in his crotch almost made me drool. He smiled as he held out a hand to help me lift from the chair. I looked down quickly at my feet shyly as I took a step towards him in these wonderfully comfortable walking shoes. He let go of my hand and grasped his trolley that fortunately stopped me from walking directly into his arms. I followed him to the door and smiled when he waved and doffed an imaginary cap to me as he pushed his trolley off in front of himself and out the gate.

The neigh of the horse returned me very quickly from my fantasy of having worn a skirt instead of shorts as I sat spread legged in front of the wonderful shoemaker and let his lips find the lips of my pussy instead of those on my face. I shook in almost startled worry as I wondered what was coming over me that I should have acted so boldly with the handsome man. Giggling and shushing came to my ears as I looked over to the garage. Four young people were standing around the bright white animal and as I watched I saw two of them brushing the pony's coat as two boys were forking hay into the trough where I had observed the horse eating last night. A hose was filling a big open drum just a pace or two from them. I looked past them and saw the back of the garage seemed to hold a saddle and blankets that I thought belonged over a horse rather than for anything to do with my car that I realised was parked at the back of the garage! How the hell did that get there? I asked myself but a quick look at the children's faces made me realise that I probably wouldn't get a proper explanation from them, the same as I wouldn't understood how this magical horse was also there.

I decided not to worry as to how it got there as I took in the unfamiliar faces of the four children. Three boys and a girl. I recalled the list of names, ages and photos I had been given by Henrietta. Facing me, bright eyes and wide smiles, were Debbie, a shortish brown-haired girl with quite intense green eyes, almost like a cat, as she stood waiting for me. Ben the shorter of the two brothers, Adam stood beside him and was a head taller. They were both dark haired and brown eyed with long slim bodies that gave me the impression that they were young around fourteen and sixteen, respectively. I was suddenly struck with awe as I recalled that Adam was the oldest of the group and was almost nineteen whilst his younger brother had not long turned eighteen. I gave them a smile that I would have given to any other teenaged boy that seemed to be fascinated by my tiny, full breasted body. A little whimsical but also understanding that they saw me as quite attractive. The two boys shyly smiled back.

The last was another young man that was bespectacled and dressed rather finely for the job he was doing of brushing the horse's coat along with Debbie. His name I recalled was Roland and apparently even among these intelligent kids he was something of an oddity with his range of knowledge.

"Hello," I began shyly.

"Hi, Miss!" I got back enthusiastically from all of them instantaneously. It was quite overwhelming.

"He is ready for a run in the paddock if you want us to let him out, Miss," Adam said shyly as I walked over and let the horse nuzzle my chest again as he had done last night. My partially excited state must have pleased him as he sniffed deeply of me before raising his head a little to stare with big brown eyes into my face.

"You need to be ridden, Mistress," a soft deep voice said into my mind. I knew it was the horse and for a moment I simply stared back at him in shock. I could not help but think he could smell my pussy.

"Not just your pussy, all of you smells delicious! If I were other than what I am I would have you ride upon my back until the children are safely out of sight and transform for you into a rampant and willing human male. Alas I am not. The children's knowledge of such things carnal have not surfaced in their minds yet. Perhaps they will reform me at a later date when they understand the needs of men and women," he spoke softly and with a gentle rubbing of his face against mine.

"How is it you know about such things?" I thought to myself hoping that this strange communication would somehow carry to this wonderful creature in front of me.

"I am of the elemental world that the prism has captured within its sphere of protection. We have been around since time began. We know all, Mistress," came back the thought and I perceived that this being or manifestation in front of me was not in truth a horse but somehow he had been cajoled into presenting himself to me in this manner. I lifted my hand to his nose and stepped back a little to observe all the children again.

"What is his name?" I asked them aloud.

"His name is Lightfoot," came eagerly from Roland. "It is because he runs as if his feet can lift him from the ground and no weight is too heavy upon his back. Though," he paused and looked at the others around him, "I suspect that he will only allow you upon his back, Miss," he finished with a little downward turn of his lips. I noted that the others did not nod but simply shrugged their shoulders as if they were unsure or didn't know.

"What if I wanted to take you for a ride with me, Roland? Do you think Lightfoot would find that objectionable?" I asked the boy even as he stared down at his shoes shyly.

"Could I, please, Miss?" the young lad was suddenly staring up at me with his big eyes appearing even larger behind his spectacles.

"Well when someone teaches me how to ride properly, Roland I shall take you for a ride and let you see how fast he runs, ok?" I asked him with a small laugh.

The little man turned red and giggly as I bowed down a little to his height, placed my hands gently on his thin shoulders and made sure that he saw in my expression that my offer was genuine. A small snort lifted my attention back to Lightfoot whom I am sure was smirking at me.

"Careful, Princess. His little belly is now full of butterflies and he is uncertain why his balls feel warm and the flesh between his legs is swelling! He does not realise that he is reacting to you in ways that the shoemaker did. Where the shoemaker knows what he would do given the opportunity, young Roland does not. He simply knows he wants to be closer to you. Make your offer to all of those here, Mistress. You will endear them to you for life and strengthen the bonds. It will not be long before all of them will want to feel your arms around them and have their heads rest gently upon your fulsome breasts. Do not say I haven't warned you!" his voice in my mind was humorous and a little sanctimonious. He was, however, correct. My offer made to all of them soon had me being hugged and gently bumped against by all of them.

As I looked into the faces around me, all grinning happily in delight at my offer, I could not shake the feeling that it was all a façade. They were playacting at being good little children for this new person in their lives. I carefully kept my face smiling and my eyes did not linger too long on any of them. Something in the back of my mind took a beat. Were they trying to endear themselves to me in order to perhaps attract my attention to them? Or were they genuinely trying to make some sort of connection to me for their own agenda? The questions were not answered as I slowly walked with them, Roland leading Lightfoot by his bridle, towards a long grass-filled paddock that ran down and away from the fence that led into my own cottage's yard.

We led Lightfoot out to the back gate that opened onto the large empty paddock. The horse was soon flashing his hooves in the late morning sunlight as I and four children cheered his sprints down to the fencing that enclosed the paddock and back several times. He kicked and rolled his rump as he ran and it seemed I heard his joyous laughter in my head.

Lightfoot came back to stand before us. His coat was shining magnificently as he stood puffing and blowing his lips as he regained his breath in the manner of horses. I smiled as he looked into my eyes with the intelligence of a being that was not just a horse.

"I need to tell you, Mistress Hawkins that you have roused something in them already. Never before have they kept up a pretence for so long over something new in their lives. I believe it is not a pretence. A crack, Mistress! A crack in their endless mental defences and they are not even truly aware of it!" he told me excitedly in my mind even as his hooves shifted as if he was dancing with joy.

"Why?" I almost verbalised but kept it silent as the children still smiled around me and, I noted, were quite close to my tiny frame.

"Mystery, Mistress. They have seen you as a Princess on a White Horse but now they do not see you clearly at all! You are full of mystery and not even their light probing of your mind is telling them anything about you. Keep alert, Brenda. Keep your secret from them and you will find them trying to get closer to you to find out what it is!" he said with that same excitement.

"I have no secrets, Lightfoot," I mentally told him as I raised my hand to give his muzzle one last caress.

"You hold the biggest secret of all, Mistress. You hold the secret of love," he whispered as he rubbed his cheek against my hand before turning and with a flash of hooves was off running again. I could hear his laughter and joy in my mind even as I turned to face the children again. For a brief moment I could see in the eyes of Roland a longing. I did not think it was simply to be mounted on the wonderful steed that whinnied in joy as it ran for the far fence. I think Roland was wondering how to feel as free as the pony he had mentally conjured and brought to life. For a delicious second I felt as if his big eyes turned to me was contemplating whether my touch could bring him that freedom. I took a deep breath and suggested that we head to the school.

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