Teach us How - Pt 06

Teach us how to...

Continuing the story of how Brenda meets her students and ultimately the essence of a legend that has come to her to help her complete her task.

She also remembers her encounter with the voice inside her head that kept her from going insane and giving in to the despair she felt when she was trapped.

Again Comments are allowed subject to my previous conditions.

I hope you enjoy.

Chapter ten - Mental lessons.

From the journals and diaries of Brenda Hawkins.

"Well, children, shall we head up to the school building and see what we might need to turn it into a proper school for my special friends?" I asked as we left Lightfoot rolling and whickering in the soft grass. I had intended to tour the village but with four of the eight students appearing on my doorstep a sense of wanting to meet with all of them pervaded me. I had so much in my mind from yesterday's introduction with the Councillor and the parents and then from Jennifer's wonderfully inspiring and at the same time horrific history, I wanted to get a better gauge of these special beings firsthand. Lightfoot's words were also still echoing in my mind. I giggled to myself and wondered if the four still smiling at me were trying to delve inside me and reveal my secret. I shuddered as I felt as if little fingers were trekking over my naked body trying to feel my secret. I was in danger of letting my overactive imagination lead me to places that would make my still slightly stimulated sex become in need of my fingers. I shut the thoughts out as I waited for their response.

An enthusiastic, "Yes!" answered my question. I began to move on but Adam stopped me before we had gone too far. "I will tell the others," he said and stood silently for a moment. I got the impression that his passive face was hiding whatever his powerful mind was doing.

My face must have shown my puzzlement as I watched the young man. He is calling the others, I decided when nothing came from the other three as we all paused just outside my gate. I was not the slightest bit surprised to hear laughter and yelling as we made our way out of my yard and over to the building where I had met the committee the night before. My other four students, the ones I had already encountered, stood grinning at the front steps as we rounded the corner and came into the school's largish front yard.

We formally introduced ourselves and I watched as the oldest appearing female of the group, Jane, turned her smoky grey eyes to mine and for a minute I thought I saw a thousand expressions cross her face. For the main they seemed to be confusions of anger, happiness, lust and disinterest. When I had met her at the inn she had appeared as if she were a lovely confident girl of twelve, perhaps thirteen, now I saw her as a confused and rather shy, even worried, girl in the bloom of her becoming a rather remarkable looking woman. I remembered the details I had been given by Carol and Henrietta from their endless lists. Even though Jane was eighteen I could feel that somehow she was in the midst of puberty!

"How could that be!?" I thought to myself. I looked at the other three females. Megan and Tabitha gave the impression that they were giggly twelve-year-olds. Their ponytails and smiling faces, quite freckled, and shining eyes as they looked up at me, looked innocent until you gave the eyes more than just a passing glance. Something roiled behind them. An agelessness that I dared not look into too deeply. Debbie avoided my eyes as I turned towards the rather full breasted and curvy woman that gave all indications that she was just younger than Jane despite my information suggesting that she was at least a month older than the taller female that stood close to me. Jane seemed to want to be closer to me than the others. I smiled as she bumped against my smaller frame.

For now I let it lie but keeping thoughts uppermost of my role for these children I let her shyly put her hand in mine as the babbling group of children escorted me up the five or so steps to the front door. Jane, I suddenly decided, needed to have an older woman either protect or advise her. I wondered who would protect me from her if she became moody and took out her frustrations on me. It was something I would need to talk to Jennifer about.

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The school buildings contained a typically large country kitchen but also a massive dining area where I had met the committee. The large dining area had an enormous table that looked as though it could feed at least twelve or maybe more children around it. I could well image scores of hungry children being served by the big kitchen and the dining room. I puzzled for a moment over why it had not looked so big the afternoon before but quickly dismissed it as I had been more interested in meeting the group of mothers that were waiting for me and I had been momentarily distracted by the bright eyed boy that had flashed a vision of those smokey eyes staring up at me from between my own widespread thighs.

Ben suggested that the room could have held another two tables of the same size. I agreed, the space was enormous! Through the door to the right of the kitchen was a large open room, all of us agreed it would be our classroom. There was another room, only half the size of the kitchen and I pondered whether it might have been a bedroom at one stage for any single teachers that stayed overnight. Tabitha suggested that it was for the ladies that cooked as somewhere to rest before they cleaned up the dishes. Again I wondered at the insight of these kids as we wandered around the remnants of the school.

A toilet block and showers completed the left hand end. The stone and tiled lined walls were surprisingly warm to touch. Roland giggled rather boyishly as I touched the walls and looked at the shining taps, the mirrors over the plain hand basins that simply had a porcelain shroud covering their plumbing. The shower heads were quite large and an experimental turning on of one of the taps showed me that the water came out like a soaking rain and was immediately warm as I waved my hand underneath the flow. There were three cubicles though they were all open and would not obstruct anyone viewing others in the room with them. "Communal showers," I murmured to myself. That might come in handy I thought as I envisioned myself naked beneath the steady flow and one or more of the students under the others. A little tremor ran down my spine as I thought of them watching me soap up my hair and leaving my breasts and pussy unprotected for them to freely observe.

"How does the room stay so warm?" I asked to cover my surge of excitement at the prospect of naked students showering with their little teacher.

"Pipes in the walls and floor, Miss," Roland responded almost immediately. I nodded in thanks as he continued to smile at me. We glanced into the adjoining area that had three partitioned stalls with doors. Two bidets aligned the opposite wall. I turned ready to explore more of the school that had been left for me to use.

The other end of the building contained a storeroom and broom closet that were opened by almost invisible doors at the far end of the classroom. I looked at the windows that provided views of the back yard of the school and with a little stretching I could just see the corner of my little cottage. I could see it entirely from the back door of the kitchen. I realised that the windows did not match the front and saw that another building had adjoined this one at right angles and looking down I could still see the sawn-off timber that had allowed the other section to be removed. I wondered how big the school had been originally.

I noted that the verandahs that would normally surround the school buildings had already been taken away for uses elsewhere. I guess we were lucky to have this much left. From what I could ascertain the building was certainly solid enough and provided good light through the great number of windows. "Too many windows, Miss," Ben observed as I stood looking outwards.

"Why is that, Ben?" I asked as I turned towards him. His solemn brown eyes regarded me as if his reasons were selfish ones.

"Too many reflections off computer screens. Would have been alright for writing pads. We have given up bringing our computers here to work together," he said softly.

"Also too bloody cold in winter!" complained Megan. "We tried to put up curtains to keep out the wind that comes down off the mountains but they are not as well put in as the original ones down that end," the young girl pointed to the far end of the huge room.

"The room was once divided in half," Tabitha provided in her bright childish sounding voice. "The council took the walls out to make a bigger meeting place for public forums but it wasn't very successful. Everyone prefers the much warmer town hall."

"Plus we need to have room on the walls to put things on them. I print out my blueprints and have to lay them on the floor! Some useless big footed bastards always manage to trample on them!" Adam grinned as he nudged Roland that had come to stand with the small group gathering around me as we discussed the windows.

"Does this room need to be this big still? I think we could put up a sliding partitions arrangement and maybe a stage for acting out things," I enthusiastically waved my hands about and tried to get them to imagine the scene. It was met with blank looks and pure disinterest but I decided that it may be useful in future. I kept further comment to myself.

I changed tack. "We would have to see about lights for the shorter winter days or cloudy days if the window numbers are reduced," I suggested. Enthusiastic nods greeted my suggestion. I also mentally added curtains to provide some privacy from the students and to shut out the bright sun that I was sure would pour in during the warmer months. The ceiling of the room was high, at least three metres and I shuddered when I thought of how much it would cost to keep it warm in winter. It would be lovely in summer.

"The fireplace does a very good job of heating the room," Adam said distractedly. I hardly flinched even though he had read my thoughts as I had not said a word. It was hard not to react to just some of the simple use of power that was being used by this babbling group.

With that apparently sorted I asked them if we wanted to do some cleaning up now and see what we could ask Mr Toms and the committee about what sort of things we could possibly get.

"The council budget has set a lot of trade aside for the school and for you, Miss Hawkins," Adam informed me with the same tone of voice he would use to tell his brother that he was having eggs for breakfast.

I was startled and excited. I asked for more information.

"They want you to be happy, like we do, Miss," Tabitha added. "I know that Roland's Dad and several others of the tradespeople are all ready to do whatever work you decide you need." Her voice seemed to be a little bit more enthusiastic than Adam's but not the excitement I would have felt at having a project to do and people to help.

I could not help myself as I began thinking rapidly of the work that might be able to be done. I waved my hands around as I took mental photographs of what I was suddenly seeing in my mind. I heard them all sniggering as they followed me around the room. My enthusiasm must have touched them. With eight enthusiastic helpers we soon had the room aired, all the windows open to let in the gentle breeze and to dry a few spots on the floor that were being a little over-zealously mopped with the equipment we found in the broom closet. I found a stack of mismatched chairs and an assortment of desks stacked in the corner of the room under what looked like a painter's drop sheet from the number of coloured splotches all over it. Roland shyly told me that they had brought them from various places so that they could meet at the old school room and discuss things that interested them all.

I asked him what sort of things as he helped me pick one and a chair to sit at the front of the room. I was surprised when he told me that they talked about the weather, video games, the village and mathematics. I giggled a little at his enthusiasm for some game that he and Adam were playing in competition with James and Ben. He offered to show me it later if I wanted to see it. Already I had flashes in my head of barely clad women thrusting their oversized tits out in obvious invitation as their characters ran through a streetscape trying to avoid the eyes of some unseen spies. I wondered if my own tits were comparing with his digital playmates and was caught out a little when I suddenly saw myself skimpily dressed as I stood on a brightly lit street corner. I gave the glasses wearing boy a sideways look and realised it was not him that was giving me the image. Young James turned his head away and blushed slightly as I spied him staring open mouthed at me as I held one end of the desk as Roland and I settled it into place. I grinned at him when he did look back around.

For some reason I was inordinately pleased that this bright-eyed young man with his very handsome face and full lips was imagining me so skimpily dressed. Given the conversations of yesterday I was sure that fantasising about me and my body was something that I was going to have to work my delectable butt off to achieve. I glanced down my shirt and shorts to see if my dress was causing some attention. My breasts were nicely shaped and shown by the T-shirt despite its thickness. My arse and crotch were firmly held but not overly so. I was showing quite a lot of leg but I did not think they were attracting the eyes of the boys overly much. I shrugged as I reviewed the image that James had placed in my mind. It was certainly me, blond hair, lots of cleavage and a short skirt showing my thighs almost to the junction of them. I giggled as pink panties just flashed under the little black skirt. I wondered if he liked pink or had skimmed my mind for the colour of my underwear. I looked at him again. I had lost his attention as he and Roland were seemingly lost in a conversation that was somehow beyond my comprehension.

I sat down at the front as my eight wannabe students sat cross-legged on the floor in front of me. Jane had hunted around in some of the cupboards and was delighted to find an old cup filled with pens and pencils and a couple of exercise books that had not been used. She blew the dust off of one and eventually found a biro that worked. She placed them on the desk and joined the rest of the children that were silently watching me. I thanked her with a smile and suppressed asking her how she knew that I wanted something to write in. I had thought of heading over to my cottage and retrieving my briefcase but didn't want to leave their company just yet. Hadn't I already been told that these kids were all telepaths! "Save the run over to your home and back," she said with a giggle as she placed them on the desk in front of me.

"What do we need to start our lessons?" I asked with my biro poised above the first blank page. I was a little surprised when Ben produced a thickish tablet from inside one of the numerous pockets that decorated his shirt and baggy cargo pants. His brother did as well though I noted that Adam preferred shorter pants than his younger brother.

"These have the ability to record our voices and create lists," Adam informed me as he placed the tablet in front of him.

"I like to keep a backup on mine and flesh out anything that is not quite easily understood. I type faster than Adam," Ben smiled like a typical younger brother that was pleased he did something a little bit better than his older sibling. Both boys shrugged when I suggested I didn't need to write anything down.

I did as a matter of habit anyway.

We made lists. Desks, computers, printers, cork boards, drawing boards, curtains, lights, pens, pencils, books for story reading, books for studying with and books just to read. Debbie was the one that giggled and asked me if I thought that they were kindergarten children that needed stories read to them.

I blushed a little but managed to suggest that sometimes when the teacher reads passages from a book that she can stop and ask questions to ensure that her students were comprehending the meaning both obvious and subtle from the passage. Her nod of her head seemed to indicate satisfaction with my explanation.

All of them were quick to assure me that having printed books available to them was fine as they suggested that some of the science books were easier to read than see on a screen or have them read aloud by some voice that had no idea of what the content was.

Ben stopped me from jotting down the list of titles that they came up with when he pointed to his tablet and said that if we spoke clearly it would record all the information. It would also search the library and see if the book was currently in stock or whether it would need to be ordered. It would also automatically correct any titles that we didn't get quite right or search and suggest close matches. I was amazed and told him so.

His face and the others gave me a clue that I was going to be taught some lessons of my own in short order. Their youthful faces lost their appearance of innocence and suddenly I found myself staring at faces that were much older than mine. I gasped softly but tried to remain calm as my classroom was suddenly filled with adults except their eyes were ancient as if they carried the knowledge of ten or twenty generations in them. I studied them as they continued to call out various requirements.

"You see us!" Adam exclaimed in surprise.

"See what?" I asked nervously.

"As we see ourselves. It is impossible to lie to us, Miss," came softly from James as he stared solemnly at me with his large brown eyes that still had that ability to mesmerise me and cause my body to tremble as if a low volt of electricity was hitting my gut and a little below.

"Why do you see yourselves as so...?" I could not find a word. It was not old it was something else, "Wise?" I finished rapidly.

Heads nodded all around the room. Even the youngest, Tabitha looked as if she was a youthful version of an ancient goddess sitting in judgement upon her subjects.

"It is because we hold the knowledge of all of those that came before us. We accept that we are simply the current versions of the ancient ones that took the spirit of the prism into themselves first. We attempt to improve and learn more so that those that are born after us will know more than those before us. It is our duty and we must look upon our world and learn," said Roland quietly. "We learnt from the ones before. Many times it scares the village if we appear as we truly are. They see children all around them and we want them to see us that way as well. It is comfortable for them to see us as special ones and they see us as needing to be nurtured like children. They would feel useless and perhaps simply ignore us if we appeared to be strong, independent adults. We understand that we have a role in our little society. So we make our appearances to be what most of them expect.

"In the old days the Special Ones wore long robes of white and were very much a stand out in any crowd. They," he rubbed his chin for a moment and tilted his head to show his eyes half closed in thought behind his spectacles as if he was searching for words that would adequately describe how they appeared. "Were conscious of being different and expected to provide wisdom and insight into how the world worked. They were also greatly responsible for making changes and so they appeared to be something otherworldly and capable of much. That sort of lost its way as education became better and of course the town became more worried about looking after a lot of things themselves so as to not be so dependent upon the Special Ones. It is easier now to blend into the background more but they remember we are here. It is more comfortable to come to an adult wearing jeans and a work shirt to help fix up a sewerage line than some untouchable vision in pristine white robes and glowing aura about them." He smiled boyishly as I nodded my head telling him that I got the picture.

"Tabitha and Megan are seen as little girls that need protecting and given opportunities to play. So they stay like that. James and I are young boys that need our hair ruffled. James likes to make the mothers around the town hug him. I like my glasses because then no-one gives me too much grief about my compulsion to talk about things," he gave a little laugh as he adjusted his glasses on his nose a little.

"Adam and I are engineers," continued Ben. "We could run the town infrastructure but the people that already do that wouldn't respect us. They know we are smarter and can do the jobs but who is going to listen to a barely old enough adult? So we practice being younger and pretend we are learning whilst at the same time we might make a suggestion that would improve something. We do it innocently and a lot of times Adam sort of asks questions and points to town plans and ask why it can't go there or wouldn't it be better if they did this or that. It lets the townspeople think that they are doing it themselves. We don't get jealous looks or grumbling. We like to be with them and seeing us as enthusiastic helpers is better than trying to do their jobs," Ben said matter-of-factly as he and Adam looked around the bobbing heads of their classmates.

"I guess, Miss you might think I am a bit of rebel. My Mum expects it at my age. Same a bit as Jane. We are great at programming. We like computers and I sense things from just touching them or reading them. It is a strange talent but we hide that by being younger and I think, acting a little helpless. I once tried to be the grown-up woman and all I got from my Mum was 'Wasn't it time I thought about getting married?' What the hell would I want to do that for? I have plenty of things that I want to find out about. I don't want children and I am as sure as hell that I don't love anyone that I want to go and live with them forever. What is the point!?" Debbie spoke up in exasperation.

"So all of you disguise yourselves. It must take a lot of energy and control?" I asked as I stared across the group.

"Like any member of any tribe, Miss, we understand that we need to fit in. In the past special ones have been cast out. Who wants to see an ancient face on a boy that everyone knows is only thirteen summers old? It, even among our population that has seen generations of us come and go, is something we know that we can be scary. There are lots of things in the history of our town and even among those that live here now that are secret, Miss. We just don't rock the boat," Adam said solemnly.

I gasped. "What sort of secrets?" I could not help but ask.

"In time, Miss Hawkins," James answered. "In time."

"So you are not the cold-hearted robots everyone thinks you are?" I pressed.

"Sometimes," Tabitha giggled. "When we need to be. Look, we care about the town. We care about a lot of things. We read and see the world. We hear the stories from all sorts of sources. We heard the prism sing when you came to the village and understand that you are here to create something more within us. We will wait and see, the same as you will need to be patient with us."

"You are a strange being, Miss. I am not being rude but you do not see our carefully disguised faces. I could see when you first looked at me that you see the faces I try to hide whilst this thing plays with my body and emotions!" hissed Jane coldly.

"Puberty, Jane," I said calmly and I did not understand why I was so calm in the face of this new revelation that it seemed not even their parents knew about.

"I know what it is called, Miss it still does not mean that I have to acknowledge its power over me!" she was almost furious.

"It is not trying to control you, Jane. It is simply nature trying to prepare you to become a woman," I softly argued as I tried to make my own face as sympathetic as I could. I was not that old that I did not remember the mood swings and unwanted emotions that puberty caused.

"I am already a woman. I have my periods, hair hides my vagina and my body has fully developed! I need nothing else now but to learn and this thing disrupts me! I will be pleased when it is over!" her voice was still raw with emotion but I could see her body relaxing and her eyes lost some of the fire she had previously.

I sighed. How much was she remembering of the past and puberty giving men the signal that her body was ripe for taking? How much bled through that anguish that she too could be subject to the whims of men that had not cared about her feelings but simply wanted to use her body for their own pleasure? I almost teared up as I felt my own emotions begin to bubble over long suppressed memories of abuse. I slammed the bricks back into place and schooled my face to be as impassive as theirs were. I heard an almost inaudible sigh escape from Adam as he quickly looked away from me. Had he seen!? Had he felt my emotions and read the thoughts that came with them? I was ready to panic but something, that intangible presence I had felt this morning, washed over me and restored my calm.

"We shall simply adjust for this unexpected twist in our teacher," Debbie spoke up and I realised she was not speaking to me but to the others. I stared in amazement as the now passive faces of the youths I had seen in the photographs I had been given were now in front of me.

I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated. I opened them and the adult faces were now in my vision. I could feel something trying to push against those images but I held it strongly and the images threatening to be overwritten maintained the one that I had seen whilst they were busy assisting me in making lists.

"Please, stop," I said softly. The pushing in my mind ended abruptly. I could almost feel a little bit of shocked surprise that I had sensed what they were trying to do.

I let the image drop. I faced the children as they apparently wanted me to see them as they presented themselves to the world outside our classroom.

"Miss?" Ben's voice was questioning me. I nodded for him to continue. "You do understand that we are very intelligent people, in that we know more mathematics, science, engineering and general knowledge than most people would learn in several lifetimes?" Again I nodded and my face must have shown that I was feeling a little bit concerned about where he was heading with his declaration. Surely, I thought to myself, he was not questioning my knowledge as a teacher and what I was going to teach them, already!

James coughed slightly to get attention. I turned a little to show him that he had my full attention. "You," he gave a little flick of his finger towards me, "do not need to teach us academic things. Even though we are young we absorb information and knowledge by simply doing things, reading and examining objects. As we have already stated we carry the knowledge forward.

"For example, Ben's tablet is not like the one in your briefcase sitting in your living room. Ben built it himself about twelve months ago. It was taken from the blueprint he found on the internet. He wanted something different from the norm and the standard arrangements. Deep inside himself he found the correct circuitry, the designs and rearrangement of chips and boards. He ordered some parts and then changed them. The ones he couldn't find he built himself," the young bright-eyed boy tapped his temple, "to make them become what he knows will work. Whether it is here in the village or in London or Berlin. We are not some sort of magical beings that simply make stuff up out of the elemental power that surrounds us. We create things that are real, they obey the laws of the world, physics, natural, electronic etc. Some things we create need to have new technology that is not generally available, yet. It is our minds that see the way and our power to learn and understand that allows us to be a little bit beyond what normal people can accomplish. If the technology does not exist then we build it because of what we learn is needed."

I could not help but interrupt him. "Your Mum tells me, James that you are all very good hackers. Did you find some of that knowledge from other sources as well?" I asked sweetly. It was almost humorous to watch them all blush slightly.

"You already know about our unique mobile phones, our internet is far superior to anything from the outside world and there are many things you will see being used in the village and on the surrounding farms and factories that you will have never encountered. They were created by us or those that came before us," he lectured softly as if my little bit of information did not concern him overly much.

I nodded that I understood but I could see that he and the others weren't convinced that I truly understood what they were driving at.

"If an electronics engineer was to pull my tablet apart, Miss," Ben began earnestly as he looked me in the eyes, "they would not find some magical black boxes that no-one can comprehend. They would find real parts, real circuits but not in ways that they would have thought of putting them together. I have used real things that I made or found and put them into my custom built board to do things that others have not thought of yet. It is not some fantastically futuristic circuitry that some might suspect came from an alien source, like some suggest of modern computer equipment, but a recombination of things that actually exist now. I created some extra bits, tweaked some others and put them together in a mathematically proven way to do the job I wanted it to do. Given a few years these would be available in any electronic store for everyday use. In fact I hope that I can have them available by then. Nothing we do is intangible. You can see and feel what we have done. If you have the knowledge you can even understand it and reproduce it," he finished with a wide smile.

"My white pony?" I could not help but ask as I scanned all of their faces as they in turn watched me.

"Lightfoot is real, Miss," Roland told me. "He is a horse. He may not have been born of natural animals. But he is a special horse I created as a present to you. He is a manipulation of the elements around us that make up every living thing. Like we manipulate rocks and ores to make metals and shape them into circuits, jewellery, pots, pans, refrigerators and engines I can do the same with the raw materials around us. I like to make creatures of all sorts. As a present to you I made a pony. An almost perfect animal that has some special characteristics that normal animals don't have, at least not to other people. He can talk to you, Miss if you listen with your mind. Actually all of us can talk to you if you open your mind to us. But..." he left his sentence unfinished as Adam stood.

I wondered what new knowledge was going to be shared, even if begrudgingly, by this group. I stared at the tall young man as he stood there. I could sense that he was a little unsure of how he was going to proceed. I nodded encouragingly at him even as I beckoned with my open hand for him to speak.

"You have to learn to shield your mind from us as well. You have to learn it so that shielding and opening is as simple as opening a door. Otherwise we will see things in your mind, not that we deliberately peek, ask anyone," his protest interrupted his warning.

Jennifer had already told me that they shielded parts of their minds from these telepaths. Was it something that they learned themselves or had, as it seemed Adam was going to offer to me now, been taught to do so?

Already I had fought against their concentrated minds trying to make me see them as they wanted to be seen. Was it true what the voices had told me yesterday that my mind was stronger than theirs because I had pushed back and made them stop? Was that the sort of shield I needed to keep them out of my thoughts? I smiled as I turned back to Adam that was looking at me as if to ensure that I believed his declaration that they did not intrude on people's private thoughts.

"I am sure that you do not, Adam, nor any of you will deliberately peek. However, your actions belie your words, else you would not know that I was seeing you as you saw yourselves," I was almost tempted to grin as the young man bowed his head in acknowledgement of my accusation. "But," it was my turn to pause and ensure that all of them were paying attention to me, "there are a lot of things in here," I tapped my temple, "that sometimes spill out unexpectedly and uncontrollably. I will need you to tell me when you sense things from me that confuse or frighten you. I was given a little bit of a history lesson from your mother, James and I know that there is a lot inside all of your memories that scare and confuse you all. My history is also filled with nightmares. Things that I have locked away and have no desire to relive them. I do not want any of you to begin prying into those memories and bringing them to the surface."

"What's a gangbang?" asked Megan suddenly.

"Like that!" I gasped. I had just been thinking that I didn't want them to see me being gangbanged or in the pain I was in during my marriage. I tried to get my mind to think of skies, clouds, lists of things I had learnt or titles of books, anything but my naked body being used by three or four men as I cried or even worse as I orgasmed and begged for more. I was almost ready to run out the door and lock myself in my home as the thoughts, once started, just didn't seem to want to stop. I was seeing myself writhing in the arms of Ger as I had imagined that morning when I was startled by the sound of a rushing train going past.

"STOP!" a voice roared in my head. I think I almost fainted. "Don't think!" the voice yelled out but its level was much more manageable. "Think of a blank blackboard. Empty. Waiting for you to put something on it. Only you can write on the board."

I was almost certain that eight other minds were helping me create that image as it came into my mind quite easily. A dark green almost black painted wall in front of my eyes. There was nothing on it. It was pristine. No duster marks where something had been erased, nothing. I heard the children around me sigh. I guess the image was the same for them. "Concentrate on your breathing and the blackboard. Nothing else!" the voice warned. I held still and listened to my breath come in and then slowly exhale. The blackboard image stayed firm. My heartbeat slowed. My mind cleared. I was thinking nothing! I smiled to myself. It was the most peaceful I had let my mind become in almost thirty years!

Something colourful, the colours of the rainbow, flashed in front of my mind's eye. "I will protect you, Princess Brenda. Your pain and fears are now tucked away. Happiness will seep out even if the source was not what you wanted. No longer will you feel the pain of your betrayal. Not with that evil man nor any other that has hurt you. The barrier I create now between you and my magnificent descendants will bleed through only the pleasure and happiness. The pain and anger you have already successfully buried and I see that you have already let it go through several therapeutic encounters," the soft voice almost chuckled as I did as I recalled fucking casual dates to a standstill as I raged at the mental image of Daniel sitting forlorn with his soft little dick unable to rise as I screwed my heart out and joyfully sprayed my pussy juices over my lovers. I was well and truly over the man that had hurt me.

"They are too young to see that side of me," I agonised to the mental glow of colours. I think I also managed to convey to it that it was he that was bringing up these images in my mind and making me even more anxious that the eight telepathic minds around me were seeing it as well.

"Do not concern yourself with what they see, Brenda. They are blocked from probing anything but the surface thoughts at this moment. They see only the blackboard. They are helping you but you must learn to do it by yourself. For now listen only to my voice and see only the blackboard. Do not concern yourself with what is happening around you. The children are attending to you. You have fainted and show little signs of life but they understand that something is happening in your mind. They will watch and wait.

"For now let us practice. Drop the image," the voice instructed. I felt my body tense as I strove to do as I was asked but the thought of my body being skewered by heated cock as I gasped in orgasm began to play at the edges of my mind. I tensed more and left the board in place. Some other power ripped it down. I was staring into the eyes of someone that I thought I knew. Eyes that were brightly whirling and looked kindly into mine. I relaxed.

I sensed the children kneeling on the floor around me. Jane was stroking my forehead tenderly.

"Think of the last classroom of children you taught," the voice said softly. I mentally closed my eyes again. The bright happy faces of the Pembroke junior class appeared before me. I could pick out the ones I remembered. Young Mick, his mate Peter, little Donna with her big eyes and curly red hair.

"Now slide the blackboard over the image and think of anything but that classroom," the voice instructed softly. I was surprised that the blackboard shifted sideways and removed the classroom from my mental stage. I found myself thinking about Lightfoot and how he ran this morning in the sunlight with his flashing hooves. My mental companion seemed to grin in approval.

"Now the biggest cock you have ever sucked, Miss Hawkins!" he instructed huskily. Suddenly an image of my boyfriend before I had been married appeared. His cock had been enormous and I had struggled to get my mouth opened to suck on his big plum shaped cock's head. I think I giggled in memory of his pimply face as his balls suddenly slammed into the base of his cock as his hot cream spewed into my mouth. Jeffrey had always been a quick shot if I got my mouth around him. In my hot pussy he would pound me until I was an orgasmic mess but my tongue sliding up and down his shaft as I let him ease his big cock inside my mouth had him screaming out my name in under a minute. I swear that I savoured his slightly salty taste again as I felt his strong spurts fill my mouth.

"Blackboard, little slattern!" my mental companion chuckled. The blackboard slowly eased across the stage of my mind until the image of Jeffrey's large knob disappeared from view. I think my lips were smiling as I relaxed again.

"They neither saw you sucking cock nor the replacement of the blackboard, Miss Hawkins. You must remember how you simply let your mind pick the memory and place it in front of you. In this manner you can contain what the children will see of your memories or experiences. I felt your pleasure at what you did with Jeffrey as well as the images of your wonderful times with him. If you allow the image to solidify in your mind all of those pleasurable feelings that you felt at the time will be available for them to feel as well. If you let them pass by like a slideshow then you will only give them a fleeting image. At any time that you wish them to sense nothing from you then you must bring the blackboard to the forefront of your mind and hold it steadily.

"Remember though, Miss Hawkins, they have given you their word that they will not deliberately peep inside your mind. The reason Adam and the others sensed your image of how you saw them was because you broadcast it. That is a power that you seem to have developed by yourself. Something inside your mind has created the ability to broadcast and I have not quite ascertained how that is occurring. Be warned, you will start sending out if you hold the image too long. How you feel, strong emotion will transmit to them and there is not much you can do about it. Besides being telepaths they are all, also, very strong empaths. It is how they maintain their images in the town. They pick it up from the feelings that surround them from the people in the village. People that they have known all their lives. The carry forward of past knowledge and memory also assists them in this task. It is something that they don't even need to concentrate very much upon. It is almost as natural as breathing.

"Do not be surprised, Princess if you find yourself being treated differently at times. It will be a reflection of how you are feeling. Your students have already developed a bridge to you. The fastest I have ever experienced being created between the special ones and anyone, including their parents! Something about you, inside you, has aroused them. I don't even think they have recognised it in themselves yet. Whether it will help or hinder you with the plans that the council has for you to educate them about life is yet to be seen. I wish you all the best, Miss Hawkins."

"No, don't go! Who are you?" I asked not wanting to lose this friendly and seemingly very helpful force inside my mind.

"You and I will talk more later, Princess. For now simply think of me as your protector and advisor until you decide that you can cope with your unusual students. I think we may be together for some little while, Miss Hawkins. I look forward to finding out what it is about you that makes me feel more hope than I have felt in thousands of years!" his voice held an unchecked excitement but then I felt him leave. It was as if he walked into the shadows of my mind stage and simply exited. I opened my eyes in bewilderment and stared directly into the grey eyes of Jane as she leaned over me. Her eyes were showing a concern for me that I would not have imagined the woman was capable of. Seeing my eyes open and hold hers she suddenly pulled back. I saw the concern for me disappear as I regained my senses. I mentally sighed.

"What happened, Miss?" Megan asked as I looked around at the faces that for a fleeting moment showed that they were all concerned about my welfare. Now their eyes were expressionless and their faces blank canvases. I could sense that they were more interested in what had happened to me as a search for knowledge. Perhaps thinking that they could prevent future occurrences or even use it to understand me better. For a moment I let the blackboard sit firmly in front of my mind's eye as I gained my feet. The eight of them were looking up at me expectantly.

"Let's just say that I got a lesson on how to keep my mind a bit more protected. It seems, my friends, that I have things inside my mind that I need to find out more about if I am to be useful to you as a teacher. I do not know what or who came to me but it knows more about me than I ever expected. It also knows more about you than I think you would suspect," I answered quietly.

"One of the old ones," I heard muttered but I could not discern which of them spoke or whether they spoke at all.

"Perhaps," I answered, startling all of them to stand and stare at me as if reappraising the little woman that stood in front of them.

"Perhaps what, Miss?" asked Roland in a shaky voice that reflected the sudden widening of his eyes behind his spectacles.

"Perhaps it was a little bit of all of you giving me a lesson on how to protect my mind," I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. I tried to give the appearance that the voice in my head had not been a shock or entirely unexpected.

"We could not reach you, Miss," Ben said softly. "We could only see the blackboard that you put up as a barrier. It was quite effective," he finished with a soft rub of his temples as if the effort to try and penetrate the blank board I had been instructed to create had caused him some discomfit.

"Good. Perhaps it will protect both of us. Shall we see if we can find something for lunch?" I asked effectively ending any further discussion.

"Yes," agreed Debbie. "I think I saw Mum drop off some makings for sandwiches while we were cleaning up before. Shall we go and see what she brought?"

Heads nodded and we headed to the kitchen. I was pleasingly surprised by the fresh loaves of bread, sliced salads in containers beside them and a note that read that cold meat was in the fridge.

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Chapter eleven - Base Camp

We ate as a happy group of nine in the school kitchen. At first I thought that they would show me their passive, outward faces but it seemed that something about me, my essence perhaps though I could not understand how such a thing would influence them to any degree, let them be open. My mind, I thought to myself, perhaps is stronger than their resolve to hide themselves and defeats their barriers. I saw Adam smile at me and realised that he had deliberately shown me his smile. I relaxed a little more in their company. It seemed my students had simply decided that I was their teacher and as such I would see them as they were and not with barriers in the way. I was inordinately pleased even more when Jane touched my hand briefly as if to apologise for her outburst.

We noisily prepared the ham and salad into a great pile of sandwiches on plates that we sat in the middle of the table. Cool drinks were made from juices, cordials and bottles of soft drink from the fridge and the children even smiled as Tabitha gleefully told me that there were even a few of my favourite beers in there as well. I suggested that drinking on the job would be frowned upon until James pointed out that I hadn't officially started work yet. I toasted them with a cold frosted glass of beer as they raised their drinks to welcome us all into our new adventure.

"So," Megan asked with mischief written clearly across her face, "what is a gangbang?"

I paused for only a few seconds before I found the right words. "When a man or woman finds the physical love of several other men or women to be very satisfactory if he or she has them together at the same time."

"I would have thought that would an orgy," suggested Tabitha cheekily. I grinned at her as she briefly showed her twelve-year-old face with an innocent look on her face. She was teasing me and wanted me to know it.

"No," Ben answered before I could open my mouth. "An orgy has many males and females copulating. A gangbang centres on either a singular woman or man with the opposite sex providing the services." His voice showed no inflection of excitement or in fact any sort of emotion. It was as if he was just discussing whether he would have cornflakes or toast for breakfast.

I could not help but correct him slightly. "Not all gangbangs are of opposites, Ben. Sometimes a man may prefer to have other men service him the same as women can also enjoy several women at the same time. It depends on the sexual orientation of the person." I noted that his brother, Adam, showed a flicker of interest in the conversation for a moment but then resumed eating his sandwich as if the discussion of sexual activities was of little interest to him, certainly less than the three younger looking girls were finding. I think that they were simply being mischievous.

"So I would say that I was being gangbanged or I was part of an orgy?" asked Debbie, "Depending upon whether I was by myself or say, Jane and Tabitha were with me and doing the same things."

I could only nod. They were discussing group sex as if it were an English lesson on verbs and adverbs. I could only imagine the problems those that wanted to educate them had had over one thousand years of trying to connect the dots, so to speak, on such sexual activities.

"So what time should we start our lessons," Roland spoke as if discussing sexual activities was just another topic of conversation and it was time to move on.

We discussed starting times. Times for breaks, lunch and finishing up. My children were enthusiastic and wanted to have hours that suited their parents' work times. An eight until five day in summer and only until four in winter, as night came quickly, was established and no homework. It was a happy group of faces that cheered that announcement. I was quick to counter this excitement. I told them that I might occasionally give them assignments that they may not complete during the school day and need to work on outside. It momentarily turned their smiles down but not for long as they told me that they were pretty good at organising their times. I smiled indulgently.

Ben, Adam and James raised another issue that Edward Toms had warned me about. "We," Ben said softly, his fingers opened to include all of the students, "have commitments to other things as well as attending this school. I, for example, have a consulting task with several aero-engineering groups that work for Eurospace. I meet with them once a month for a day. Adam has several projects going with other groups as does Jane, Debbie and Roland. James is also working with some oceanographic studies and Tabitha does a lot of work with geological groups. Megan is an history nut and does consult as the marvellous Miss Ryan with several archaeological digs, museums and libraries. We will need to have time to meet them when necessary. Though most of it is on different time scales to ours and can be done after hours," he finished with a resigned sigh.

I picked up on it immediately. It could make for some very long days for my group of geniuses. "No long days, Ben. I do not want you falling asleep because you have been on a red-eye all night to get back to classes," I smiled sympathetically at the young man. To my consternation all of the students began to laugh.

"It is not the travelling, Miss," Roland told me jovially.

"It will be the grumpiness that the boys show every time they come back. Something about dickheads that can't understand simple mathematics that gets them going," Tabitha said sweetly as she brushed a hand down the back of Roland's head as he sat with his head down slightly as if contemplating such encounters.

"Then shall we draw up a schedule that allows you to get over this grumpiness?" I asked them with a small smile.

"We can get over the grumps pretty quick, Miss," Adam responded with a little pucker of his forehead that suggested he was already thinking about his next encounter. "It is the fallout that gives me the sh- willies," he quickly changed his first curse word in order to save my ears. I laughed out loud.

"If you think language is a problem for me, Adam then you will all quickly find out that I have no problem with the vulgar. I have been told that when I am riled up my tongue does not pause long enough for my brain to supply a more eloquent word. I think we have much to think about over the coming months as we all sort out how much time we can spend together as well as the time necessary for you to carry out the other works that Edward Toms and your parents have given me a little inkling into. Besides I think I would like to know that sometimes someone else is giving you the shits as well me!" I giggled like a girl as smiles broke out all around me.

We discussed school trips and I suggested that we have sports activities as well. Not met with as much enthusiasm but I told them that I ran every day and had an aerobics session as well as my exercises. Wickedly I brought up an image in my mind of my very sexy leotards in the downward dog position with my puffy pussy very well defined. I noted that Ben and Roland smiled for a second but the four girls seemed to find the sight of my sexy body displayed so openly a bit confronting. Adam and James didn't react at all. I let the image drop.

Still, I felt inwardly pleased with myself, I had managed to broadcast the sexy image. This might just be something I could use instead of having to physically do things. I could imagine and let them see without having to hurriedly dress or having them decide that it was too much and leave me. I still didn't know what Edward Toms meant by them displacing themselves from school when things got boring or too much.

I asked them if they did not exercise and was not surprised that they all considered those sorts of things were not necessary with the way that they could display themselves. It seemed, according to Adam, that mental exercising was by far way more superior than being physically fit. I challenged them to a test. "If you can keep up with me or at least try to keep up with me for the time it takes to have the school refurbished, I will allow you to have teacher free days. Days when you can do whatever you want without me imposing my own lessons," I suggested as I looked around the table of faces that showed various degrees of a lack of interest in my suggestion.

"Come on!" I cajoled them. "Afraid that my little frame can beat you at something?"

I realised that there was a bit of competitive spirit in them as their demeanour showed me that I had hit the right spot. Very quickly they agreed to a change of starting times, even though it would not be official school days until we had the school back the way we wanted it.

It was decided that my students would attempt to join me in such activities at the beginning of our school day. We began to discuss other sports and physical activities. As I pointed out there were a lot of other children in the village that played sports in the school that they went to outside the valley.

"I suppose Quidditch would be out of order," Roland said seriously. Very quickly closed down by the rest of them laughing loudly.

"But we could play a ground-based game similar," Ben said thoughtfully when the laughter settled down. It set them into a silent mode that at first worried me as they sat with eyes closed and faces soft and seemingly emotionless. (I have since gotten used to their group mind congress, as they call it.)

"I still think the drone as a snitch would be better than a tennis ball," said Adam when they seemed to come back to the present. They argued for a little about the risk to fingers trying to catch a drone seemingly totally ignorant that I had sat there staring at their vacant faces for almost ten minutes as they had gone off to do something. I was a little bit miffed!

"Ok, people there is one rule that we are going to obey, without question," I found eight pairs of eyes looking at me seriously. "When you go all blank on me, like you all just did then, I want to be warned. I don't care what it is you are discussion or really doing, I probably won't have a clue anyway but I won't be left sitting here suddenly talking to myself!"

"Sorry, Miss," said Ben contritely.

"We call it a mind congress, Miss. It is a space where we direct our thoughts and can speak and listen at the same time to all of our thoughts simultaneously. If we tried to do the same things verbally we could end up arguing endlessly and get nothing achieved. This lets us decide as a group whether the subject is worth continuing or dropping immediately. In this case we have dropped it except for my last thought," responded Adam just as apologetically.

I chuckled a little and suggested that it was a pity that similar processes could be taught to some of our politicians. Something that got a groan and a few sniggers back from them.

"Anyway, one problem at a time," piped up Debbie, "What else were you thinking, Miss?"

I suggested that maybe they could think of something else as a sport that might attract a few of the other children to compete with our little school. I suggested five a side soccer which raised a few eyebrows.

"Why would we want to do that, Miss?" asked James in surprise.

"Because even though you are all very smart you still need to interact with people around you that are not as smart. You must be able to play, have fun or just generally get along with other people. It is no good wanting to build the best computer or engine or factory in the world if you cannot explain how it would work to others that do not have your capacity to understand. Remember you cannot run an entire factory or production line by yourselves. You need others to do their bit in the process without you having to stand beside them and watch them to make sure it is done right every time. It will exhaust you and become a complete waste of your time. Nothing would ever get done. You will also need to know how to talk to them and observe their progress with your project and explain to them when they are doing it wrong or when you simply want to see how they are going.

"Talking, laughing, having fun and playing with people your own age and younger or older is very important to how people will react to you when you go to other places. Playing sport that has rules that everyone knows puts you on the same level. Skills can be taught and learnt that do not involve the mind. It makes for a level field and perhaps you will learn something of another person simply by observing them doing something physically better than what you can do. Surely you see that with professional sportspeople. Do any of your parents play golf?" I asked and smiled as several of them raised hands. "Do they watch the pros and try to emulate them?" Again more nods. I saw by the light that came on in a couple of sets of eyes that I had made my point.

"I know that you know other people in the village but I get the feeling that you do not know them. Playing sports with them can help you understand them better. Think of it as more education at our school," I finished with a broad smile.

I had another sudden thought. "All of you are very smart," heads nodded around the table as if that were a given, "how would you like to be like me occasionally?" They stared at me in incomprehension.

"How would it be if say a group of high schoolers were to be given extra lessons in mathematics and engineering by you, Adam and Ben? How about some extra computer training and tips from Debbie and Jane? What about you, Roland? I hear you know everything about everything. Could you teach some primary school kids about how trees make oxygen? How insects organise themselves to be efficient at keeping their homes clean and how they make sure enough food is around in the winter?" I asked excitedly.

"What would that achieve, Miss?" asked James slowly. I could see that in the back of his mind he was thinking about it but he could see no benefit to him or his fellow classmates.

"It would show you how far ahead of your peers you are, for a start. You would see how difficult it can be to show others how to do things or to learn things that you take for granted. It is also very uplifting to see the smile on a child's face when they finally get it. I have taught little ones to write their own name legibly and to see the happy face when they show me is quite an experience. Perhaps if you see how difficult it can be to teach a student how to do complex maths or for them to make their first internet site you will begin to understand how much difficulty you will face when it comes to putting your ideas into place in the real world," I explained patiently.

"We already face those problems, Miss," said Adam thoughtfully. I could see he was ready to dismiss my idea but something else was already rolling around in his massive brain. "Perhaps if I learnt how to organise the way I try to explain myself would help me get knuckle headed engineers to understand a concept that they cannot seem to grasp yet it is as plain as day to me!" he grumped a little bitterly before resuming to chew on his thick sandwich.

"There you go, Miss!" said Ben with a guffaw and gentle punch to his brother's shoulder. "Big brain has already found out something he doesn't know how to do and is thinking about it already! Perhaps our school and our Head Mistress is going to teach us lot something that will get us ready to launch our ideas on the world," he finished with a big grin.

"A name!" Jane suddenly exclaimed. "We can't just keep calling it our school. We need a name to reflect that we are an elite group of minds in one place learning. It should not be pretentious or smack of elitism. It should reflect what the goals are."

"House of Tech", "Home of Minds", "Dreamland" and a few others came around the group until all eyes suddenly focused on me.

"What are you going to really teach us, Miss?" Megan asked softly.

I had been thinking furiously about that for the last twelve or so hours since I had been told the truth, or as much of it as anyone knew, about these remarkable minds. "Well I do know now that I could not set you academic homework, people. I have already heard that you have areas of interest that are vastly different as your main research. I will test you all sometime in the future but I gather that you all probably possess university level mathematics, English and basic sciences. I have already heard that you have made a mockery of some professors works and upset established school computer systems," I grinned as Adam and Debbie had the decency to blush a little. "I have my degrees in Education, obviously, but also behavioural sciences and literature. I am also an artist and keen outdoor sportsperson. Those areas may interest you and I could give you some assignment work if you like!" I suggested a little breathlessly. Heads nodded around the room and I even got some bright-eyed interest from Roland and the girls on the artist bit.

"I hope, Megan to teach you about life. I want you to be able to experience everything that life can give you and help you to understand, to cope and to carry on. I want you to find happiness and joy in all the things you encounter and not be discouraged by people that don't understand how your mind works and how you can change the world. I don't want you to dwell on the past and the memories I know you all contain of things that are thousands of years old. They are history and despite the lessons that were learned from that I want you simply carry forward the lessons learnt. I want you to be like those first brave sailors and explorers that went out to discover the world and brought back tales of all its wonders. I don't want you to simply sit at a computer terminal and discover them sitting at a desk. I know your past generations explored and learned many wonderful things. I want you to be prepared to go out there too and see it for yourself and hopefully with your superior minds make it a better place," I told her and the others softly.

"But I can go anywhere I want already!" Tabitha pouted. "Just last week I went with James and Megan to see Mt Fuji. I wanted to see if I could understand when it would erupt again by talking to its rocks and listening to the snow and the mountain itself."

I stood and stared at her in shock! I had been told that nothing like the travelling, by whatever power those minds had, had occurred for many centuries. To hear that they already were going on trips to parts unknown was quite the shock!

James misinterpreted my look. "Don't worry, Miss it is not going to explode again for a long, long time," he assured me.

"No, no, James," I said softly so as not to worry them anymore. "I didn't realise you could travel. Is that part of your powers as well? I was told that none of the special ones had travelled outside of Little Prism for quite some time and somehow that power had faded or disappeared. Is this not true?" I asked the group at large. "Is this what Mr Toms was referring to when he said you could displace yourselves or have Adam do it? Is this what you meant when you said that travelling to these consultancy groups and other things didn't worry you?"

All of them nodded nonchalantly as if it were inconsequential.

"They can't travel into the past, or future," the voice inside my head casually informed me. I tried not to squeak in alarm as I realised that the voice that had come to teach me how to shield my mind was still obviously observing me and the interaction with my students. "Please, don't make a fuss. Relax and breathe," he cautioned me as I sat back down in my chair and nodded my head.

"Perhaps you can show me how you do that later. For now I want to teach you," I said slowly, "about how you feel. Not simply to sit back and objectively view life as if it is something to be measured, weighed and catalogued. I want you to understand what sort of life you want and how you can share it with others," I held up my hand before they could tell me that they already did with one another, "others that don't have your superior minds. Others that may give you feelings that you cannot measure or quantify."

"Such as," Jane asked deadpan as if there were no such thing.

"How do you measure or quantify the love of your mother and father? How do you measure when that love is too much or too little? What is love? Why does being in love make your heart beat harder, your mind go into a tizzy or make you want to be strong or fearless or perhaps soft and cuddly?" I asked her softly. It was questions I had asked of others that tried to tell me that the world of feelings and emotions did not reach them.

The girl shrugged. I looked around the others. All of them contained the blank expressions of those that did not have enough information to formulate an answer.

"What about anger, jealousy, friendship, fear and the other dozens of things that a person or an animal can sense or feel? How about things like dreams and nightmares? What makes our minds come alive again after we go to sleep and sends us images that we cannot understand? How do you quantify or understand the subtle messages that come into our waking thoughts from seemingly nowhere? It is a vast unknown and there is much to explore that helps us understand the human condition. I doubt very much that any of you truly understand things like body-language or why we sense that someone doesn't like us when we have done nothing to them? The same as you would struggle to understand why someone would do activities that are dangerous or could cause them harm, yet they do it because they have a sense of need to do such things. For example what makes a fireman brave enough to run into a burning house to search for people or pets? A policeman stand up to an armed thug in order to protect the innocent? What makes a person want to climb Mt Everest or fly to Mars?"

I pressed on a little. "Why do my looks and long blond hair bring up pictures of a princess for all of you? I know witches that have long blond hair and pretty smiles. You would not want to cross them for they are the vilest of hags when angry. Why do people image my princess gown being so see through that my breasts and most of my skin becomes visible in the sunlight or if a breeze ruffles my skirt? Is it because your version of a princess is sexy? Is she looking for a mate with her sexy clothes and breasts almost falling out of her top?"

"They are drawn that way in the picture books, Miss?" James said almost a little tearfully.

"Yes but why are they drawn that way?" asked Megan. "Why don't princesses just look like my Mum or Aunty Jessica? They are pretty too and have nice hair. Mum shows her big tits nearly all the time in her dresses, especially when she goes out."

I grinned at her. "Do you want to have big boobs like hers when you grow up, Megan?" I asked. I couldn't help but ask as at the moment she appeared to be a flat chested, young girl that looked as if she was ready to grab her ribbons and go off and run in the sun. I was very confused and growled at her when she changed and I saw her firm full breasts shake against the shirt she was wearing. I hissed as she gave me a wicked grin that said she knew what she was doing to me.

"I think I do, but I don't know why I want them. I certainly don't think I will even find a child to feed milk to from them. I certainly don't want people looking at them all the time!" she almost stomped her foot in anger. I knew it was because nothing of what she was saying was fitting her logical brain and it was causing her to struggle. Even at eighteen years of age with the brain of a genius her normal body and its functions beyond carrying that brain around were at odds with her perception of it. I almost laughed, Jane might be struggling with puberty but Megan was just beginning to feel the effects of the hormones in her body. She would be another that I would have to watch carefully as her body caught up to her brain.

I looked around at all their faces. I saw consternation, frowns of concentration as if they were deep in thought about what I had asked of them. I saw those frowns soften to smoothness and puzzled expressions replace them. My students were suddenly seeing that the things I had thrown at them were not ones that they could easily define. They were not the things that they could put under a microscope or measure and enter into a spreadsheet to graph and compare. I counted it all as a win for me. From them thinking that I had nothing to offer I suddenly sensed that they were, in comparison to me, babies. I struggled to contain my smirk of contentment that I had reached them.

"Then, Megan that is what I am here to teach you. I want to change the way you all look at the world and be prepared for the things that will defy your logical thinking and force you to look at things differently and understand that in some of those things you are no different to everyone else. I want you to see your body as not something that you can change to suit your whims but to understand it and why it is the way it is," I told them all not just the little girl that was hanging her head with worry.

"To understand ourselves, to try and understand others, to be prepared for life and the bigger journey ahead," Debbie said clearly into the little silence that had been created.

"Then how about we call our school, Base Camp," suggested Adam. "You know where those climbing up Everest set up and make sure everything is ready before they start climbing the mountain. Not just for Everest but for all the travels that were undertaken in the past, even at NASA before they went into space and the explorers that set out for the poles. A place where they trained and tried to understand and prepare for all the things that might come their way as they climbed, or trekked or flew into the unknown. This can be our Base Camp, our place to start getting ready for the bigger challenges ahead."

"Not Starfleet Academy?" I suggested in joke. I am a sci-fi nut and I could not help making the analogy as Adam spoke.

Ben got it immediately and grinned widely at my reference. "It would work, Miss but not the way the town would think of it. They are not as enamoured of the genre as you seem to be and we all are. No, Base Camp will mean something to them as it does to us. We might secretly think of ourselves as bold, intelligent explorers going into the great unknown and compare it to Starfleet but for the general population Base Camp is more appropriate. As Adam says we face big challenges. A place where we can begin our preparations and investigate the hurdles to be overcome, ones that you are already showing us we haven't even thought about, is ideal."

I don't think the power in my mind could have burned brighter at hearing at least one of his descendants recognised that he was beginning a journey. The name Base Camp was adopted.

"I hope," I smiled as it seemed we had accomplished much more than just the plans for updating the school building but established a place where they could call their own. I immediately had visions of the places that had been created from them throughout history for them to congregate and talk with those that they found closeness towards. "That even though I cannot teach you the technical things you will take out into the world, that I will prepare you to take yourselves out into that world and react with people in a manner that you can understand. I hope that I give you the skills to comprehend what is happening around you and how to cope." Around me sombre eyes almost twinkled with excitement. It was the best I could hope for on this our first gathering together.

When Jennifer, Carol, Henrietta and Edward turned up as we were clearing away our lunch and happily washing up and drying they were enthusiastic that we had come up with an appropriate name.

I watched James hug his mother tight and the woman giggle brightly as she held her little man to her stomach as he stared up at her with his bright brown eyes. "A place to start what might be a long journey, James," she said to him.

I was amazed at the transformation of my students at the sensed approach of the adults. I was suddenly surrounded by very youthful faces and, instead of tall, slender bodies, a variety of shapes now crowded around the four adults that it seemed all of them had some connection to, rather than just another adult in the village. I observed them carefully as they interacted. Edward Toms seemed to gather Ben and Adam under his wings, if he had any, as the two boys naturally gravitated to his sides. Roland let his mother straighten his shirt and place her hands on his shoulders to look into his eyes. Carol even gave the young man a kiss on his forehead as if to tell him she was proud that he was getting along with his new teacher.

"One I hope you will understand as well, Mum," James said solemnly and suddenly I understood that I had more than just the students to educate. I had parents and their friends that had to understand that these little ones had to one day fly the nest in order to lead fulfilling lives. I found my heart beating and my body almost trembling as I realised that the responsibility I had was much greater than any teacher or even parent. I had to not only get their minds ready but also their bodies. I wondered which was going to be the greater challenge. As the four girls seemed to enjoy being next to me even as they adjusted their heights to be closer to mine and gave me warm smiles as they watched the boys being coddled a little by their mothers. Henrietta held her two sons to her so closely that I wondered if she was ever going to let them go. It was a reaction I thought was new for all of them as Edward Toms eyes seemed to glow as he watched the three people.

The last item on my mental agenda was health. I had already suggested exercising and sports that the children had promised they were going to attempt but I had had experience with bright students before. Some of them tended to get bored in class, to suffer from bullying and were roughhoused a bit more than others. I didn't think that would occur here but there were times when children just get ill for one reason or another, and accidents do happen.

"I have a spare hospital bed at the ambulance station," Edward suggested as we looked at the unfurnished room off the kitchen and before the toilet and showers.

"I could get my Dad to come down and build some cabinets that can be locked to put in some medicines and tablets. Not that anyone would try to steal them but sometimes people can miscount what they have and haven't had," suggested Roland.

"Well certainly we would need a first aid kit of some sort. I do have my first aid certificates and lifesaver one as well if we decide to go swimming somewhere," I added to the conversation.

"Well that settles it. This will be our infirmary and once the new desks and equipment arrive we can officially open Base Camp!" Edward said with a great deal of enthusiasm.

"How do you know what equipment we need, Edward?" I asked him as the kids went back out into the classroom chattering amongst themselves and with their parents. Before he could answer I was introduced to several more women that suddenly turned up at the school. Alexis Coleman was as bright and big breasted as her daughter Tabitha described her. Janet Campbell was a no-nonsense blond that impressed me with her taut figure, height that still gave her an impressive stature as she loomed over me before apologising and removing her heels to come down closer to just over my head height. Her daughter, Jane, told her Mum that she was already tall enough to show off her legs and didn't need stilettos to impress Dad. "I need them to get a decent height to get good kisses, Jane!" she giggled back even as her daughter sighed in resignation.

Elizabeth Seth was a bundle of energy as she gave me a hug that pressed her full tits unashamedly into my face. Her daughter, Megan laughed in glee as she told her mother to get her tits out of my face before she suffocated her new teacher. Elizabeth laughed easily as she let me go and turned to her daughter and performed the same full hug on her before leaving the girl spluttering in pretend indignation. "Mother!" the girl tried to be stern but her eyes gave lie to her words.

Edward laughed as he looked upon the happy group that was wandering around the big classroom and all of them seemed to be talking at one. I was surprised that any of them understood what the others were saying.

"Ben's remarkable little tablet, and Adam's, has some very interesting software on it," he startled me as he turned to me to answer the question I had asked before the appearance of the other mothers. "Stuff that he, Adam and Jane wrote. I have been getting the equipment lists, Mary Bedford has been checking her catalogues for books since before lunch and several others are looking for materials suitable for building drawing boards, notice boards and setting up a large world atlas. Ralph Higgins is looking for suitable lights and checking the electrical wiring plans so that we can get some more power points, air conditioning and lights. Several of the tradespeople around are looking for timbers and matching windows to replace what has been taken over the years. They have told me that a lot of the windows put in were only to give a weather seal. They put windows in to cover up holes where timber had been taken and of course one whole wall where they took the whole room. We have a very good network here, Miss Hawkins thanks to some of our previous pupils and the continuation of work by Jane, Ben and Adam," he explained. However when he mentioned previous pupils I noted some distress in his voice. There seemed to be an echoing note of discord with the little presence inside my mind. I hoped that I might one day find out what that was all about. For now I was more concerned with how all this stuff we had asked for seemed to be acceptable to our hidden recipients of our list making.

I nodded in happiness that it seemed our day's work was not in vain. I had agonised over days spent getting approvals and weeks waiting for things to turn up. It seemed this village was as keen as I was to get their children settled into one place. What was it that Adam had said? A substantial budget had been set aside for the school I recalled and wondered just how big a budget had been determined for these eight bright minds that were now in my care.

"Of course it will take a little bit of time but if you and the students can manage it I think everything should be in place in around four weeks. You might have to take them out on some nature walks or some field trips but you won't be allowed in the building for a while. Is that ok?" Edward asked as I stood there blankly staring around me and beginning to imagine what the school could look like.

I put it to the kids and laughed enthusiastically with the parents when they suggested that Miss Hawkins could spend some more time finding out about them and their abilities so she didn't get spooked as she had done a few times already. I got some strange looks from the parents and Edward but I shook my head and told them that we had already established a few ground rules.

"Would you like to have dinner at the Inn again tonight, Miss Hawkins? It is not just an invite by me but there are quite a number of parents and folk that want to meet the new Head Mistress and let her know what they can do for her. It might be a bit premature but folks around here like to have a little celebration every now and then and Base Camp starting to get up and running is probably as good an excuse as any other," Edward asked me jovially.

"Edward, could we make it tomorrow night? I am actually quite exhausted at what a big day we have had and the things that have been done for me. I am sorry if any preparations have already been made but I would like to contact Glenda and let her know why I haven't arrived back at her place. And I need some things that I have and are personal," I finished a little lamely. I didn't want the councillor to know that I also needed to find a nice little bit of quiet time and masturbate myself senseless over some of the sights and feelings that had come over me since I had arrived. The phone call to Glenda would be to ensure that my lovely array of dildos and vibrators were packed up and sent to me post haste.

"Certainly, Brenda!" he responded much more enthusiastically than I had thought he might. "It will give us a double celebration as tomorrow is Friday and it gets pretty relaxed around here. Listen, I will give you the name of a courier that can have your stuff here by the weekend if you can get Glenda to pack up any really personal stuff, otherwise Karen and her team are pretty discrete," he lowered his voice so that only I could hear. I nodded in understanding. He winked, "It will give some of the boys and girls a bit more chance to spruce up as well!" I giggled and turned red even as I told him I might need to spruce myself up as well.

After he gave me the name of the courier company and had me ring them and give them my old address I found myself alone with my thoughts for a few moments as I stood contemplating the now empty classroom.

*****

Chapter twelve - Christopher.

"You know, Brenda," my soft voiced mental companion whispered in my mind, "this may just work." The words gave me a start at first and I struggled to keep my face composed as I waited for further indications that the being that had seemingly decided to take up residence in my mind was more than just a figment. Silence continued until I decided it was waiting for a response.

"Of course it will work," I replied just as quietly, "they are the ones driving it and I am sure that as we progress they will see anything else that needs to be made or brought in to help them. They are very adaptable kids."

"Just remember, sweet Princess you may have to become just as adaptable," the voice sniggered softly. The tone was quite warm and sounded just a little bit sexy.

I found the response caused me to tremble and just like Roland this morning I found my stomach fluttering and a warmth began to spread into my pussy and tits. The need to find my bed and close the world out for a little while became just a little more urgent. However there were still things needed to be discussed. I sat back in my teacher's chair and was surprised that Carol, Henrietta, Jennifer, Elizabeth, Janet, Alexis and Edward all found chairs to sit in as the students resumed their spots on the floor. For the next few hours we discussed the logistics of renovating the school to be ready for our lessons. The parents and my students left late in the afternoon promising me that they would meet up with me the following day to begin some exercising. I giggled at their feigned enthusiasm in front of the adults. Edward informed me he would have a more detailed plan of the work to be done ready after the weekend.

It was not until I found myself at the backdoor of the kitchen and ready to descend the stairs and head back to my little cottage that I shook my head at Edward Toms' suggestion that tomorrow was Friday. I giggled as I decided that he had confused Friday with Wednesday which I knew as Hump Day. Well certainly I was going to be humping myself very soon! There was something else I had to do first. I turned back inside and made my way to what was going to be our new classroom.

I sat in the chair that had been designated mine during the day and planned with my future students. My body was hot and I could feel my pussy calling for me to rub her and get rid of the agonising itch deep inside her. My nipples were like pebbles on my full tits as I caressed them gently through my thick T-shirt.

I wanted to run home. I stopped myself because I wanted to find out if the being that had taken over my mind for a little while was still with me. Apart from a few foreign thoughts and feelings I was not sure if it was my own imagination or if the presence was still there and watching from inside my mind. I was impatient to head home and let my fingers move down and open my bald cunt and begin tickling my clit to start my journey to orgasm land. For now I had the thought that this new mental companion was somehow connected to the school. Should I go to the little cottage just now I might lose that connection and I had too many questions to ask it right now rather than waiting for another chance to be on my own in the classroom, a place where it seemed we would not be able to access for another few weeks, at least. "Are you still there?" I asked my mind.

"Yes," came a very soft reply.

"Who are you?" I could hear the tone of my request. I was shaking a little but I was also very, very excited. The whole day had set me on edge, not just physically and mentally, but sexually as I contemplated the sexy people I had met today and my closeness with Lightfoot that had me imagining sex with his big cock should he morph into human form.

"I am Christopher," the voice informed me softly.

"Christopher!? The boy that found the Prism and set it to protect this village hundreds of years ago!?" I asked in amazement.

"Hundreds of years! No, Brenda, almost three thousand years ago I lit the Prism over this valley! I have watched in helpless fury as child after child got to adulthood and was fucking useless at understanding that his stiff cock or her wet pussy needed another. A condition that never beset them until far too late! They sat in their caves or set off on useless adventures thinking to tame the savages that roamed outside these valley walls and either died very quickly or suffered at the hands of the overzealous religious nutters that plague this world or, most fucking annoyingly, alone in some sort of mental paradise they had built for themselves that sent them stark raving mad!" Christopher answered me.

"Not that many of them allowed themselves to be killed or captured but some of them did and realised too late that they should have fled. No they roamed until they believed that they had learnt all that they could of this world and simply found a place to retreat to and let themselves die. Some of them built that place out of their own imaginations and sat catatonic in some institution and let their bodies perish. Others found isolated caves, forests or even deserted islands and stared up at the night sky and counted the stars until the spark of their lives dwindled and went out. I do not understand how they could do such a thing and neither has any other. None of them sought out the companionship of another nor felt the need to lay with another and find comfort and love in another's arms." His tone was soft and full of regret as if he should have done more to help them. I was tempted to remind him that he had been gone for over two thousand years.

"So you were not affected by this lack of basic human need?" I asked him surprised at his passion and the definite feeling of frustration and despair in his tone.

The image of the tall, straight limbed and muscular male became crystal clear as he stood in the centre of my mind's stage. His face was handsome and his eyes, dark and steely blue stared intently back at me. I felt as if I was looking into a mirror but there was no reflection of me, just the being as he began to pace back and forth as if contemplating something. He carried himself with the same demeanour that I had noted of Edward Toms. Straight backed and hands comfortably at his sides as his eyes seemed to take in everything around him. I found the man to be a vision of calmness as he walked beside me. Even as he sat in the kitchen and spoke to me with his group I sensed a pervading stillness about him that refused to be ruffled by the serious conversation that was occurring at the time. This man that stared at me as if he stood in front of me gave me the same feelings.

"You may be wondering how I am inside your mind when physically I died over two thousand years ago. Yes, I was quite old, over one thousand years I physically resided in and around the village and travelled the entire world. I watched many of the villagers born and die. It was something of a burden to me that I should continue to exist when friends and lovers passed on. I had to escape the village many times, pretending to be in my dotage and wanting to explore the lands one more time. News of my death would eventually come back to the villagers and I would reappear in another guise several decades later. I was more myth than man before I did finally take my rest."

I could not help the thoughts that raced across my mind from the tales that Jennifer had told me. I had seen him in my mind as the gentle giant that shepherded his villagers and the special ones that came to him. Some of them even fathered from his own couplings with his numerous wives.

"I fathered over five score of children in my long life, Brenda. I was convinced that I could make my children understand the role of the flesh in their lives and continue the line of strong, adaptable and capable minds that could overcome any obstacle. I was, I suppose you would call me, a king. I had many wives, many concubines and women came to me seeking pleasure and a hope to have a child with me. I was careful to not breed with granddaughters and the like. I understood the need to spread my seed wide and far. Many of my children were born outside of Little Prism as I was the only one, back in those days, who travelled outside the barriers. I was unafraid to leave my people for months as I went searching for new blood to enhance our population. I did not want a town full of my own offspring. I took many of them on journeys with me and traded them with other tribes and villages. That is not as callous as it may seem, Brenda. It was common to take marriageable males and females to other neighbouring towns and find a match. In return I brought back others that had heard of the beauty of our own men and women.

"Foolishly I believed that it was my seed that produced the special ones. My cock planting the seed between the legs of besotted women and filling them with children that became more intelligent, more inventive and far more adept at facing life's obstacles than any other. I wanted to spread this gift to the world as far as I could physically travel.

"It may sound strange to you but my children needed to find a life outside the prism and I had no right to make them a prisoner within its colourful walls. Quite a few of those that did not have the talents of the special ones followed me out into the world. Many of the more curious, the intelligent followed me and found a world in which to explore. Over the years I went to visit them hoping that they would be fathers or mothers. It took a little bit away from me each time I returned to a village or a region and got reports of the hermit in his cave or the maiden that had denied every man that came seeking her hand and had left seeking more knowledge. I even travelled over the seas and found them or at least the reports of their deaths. Many of the women punished and killed by zealous religious nutters that saw them as threats to their pious positions. I should have burned them all!" his voice was full of anger and hatred as I cowered back from him in fear. My thoughts of pleasuring myself just a little dulled by his anger and passion.

"You did, Christopher," I could not help whisper in my mind.

"When I had to, Brenda. It is not a tale for now. I will give you the full details at a time when I think you need to hear it. For now I want to concentrate on how they became. The problems that faced not just me but the village and them are many but for now I want you to know whom I am," he told me softly.

I sat quietly letting my mind calm and disperse the battle images and such that I had painted in my mind.

Christopher seemed to be satisfied that I was ready to hear more of his personal story.

"Imagine my surprise that after a three-decade long trip outside the walls of the prism, one of those times that I had to die and be reborn as another, I returned to find at least a dozen of those talented children present in the village. Before that another score or so had come and gone during that time. None of them were produced by my sperm. It was then that I realised that I had nothing whatsoever to do with the creation of these remarkable individuals. I researched further in the towns where others of my line had been born. Nothing indicated that they had the powers and talents of these others. The birth of the special ones, as they call them now, was restricted only to the village at the centre of my prism. My own offspring had simply had superior education and an inherent ability to learn. Nothing particularly special. However, they had the same lusty demeanour as I and produced offspring of their own. It was of no failure of my own that those others had not continued my line.

"I found a wife and soon had several more children. By the age of six or seven summers they showed no signs of the remarkable talents that others of my seed had shown. Yet several others born around the same time had shown a remarkable ability to animate objects, playfully create mythical beings to dance with in the streets and knew more about the botanical, astronomical and physical world than any other. I noted that some of them even spoke of events that had happened fifty years in the past. Investigating more I discovered that they carried the memories of those that had come before them. I was excited and yet also saddened that some of those memories did not contain many of my own children. It reinforced my realisation that I was not creating them.

"So I began to teach them. I told them of my travels. I taught them the things I had learned and hoped that it would be enough for them to see inside themselves and journey, as I had done, and spread their intellect and their seed. My hopes and pleas to the God that had created the prism fell upon deaf ears. Only one child has ever produced offspring and that was not of her choosing. None has ever found the joy of loving within their cold hearts.

"You understand the pleasures of life, of bodies, of loving," the voice whispered to me as he held my image in his intense powerful stare. The need in me to expose myself to him grew and for a moment I wanted to simply strip in the classroom and show him my body. My cunt was a bath between my legs and my stomach flutters were full on pterodactyls thundering through my womb and heating me even further.

"One such as you would be fruit of the highest quality and taste of the essence of heaven. I hope that on our journey together, Miss Hawkins that I may find the power to lay with you and sample the pleasure of your body and soul. To feel the grip of your cunny as you hold me tightly and extract from me the semen that has been building inside my balls for the past two thousand and more years!" his last words an almost groan of need the same as came from my own mouth as the thought of fucking this man almost overwhelmed my ability to continue to see him in my mind.

"You know what I want to do to myself?" I asked softly.

"Yes," the reply was even softer but contained a hint of sexual excitement and need that I could almost feel inside my mind.

"You will still be with me when I leave this classroom?" I asked huskily.

"Very much so, Princess. I am within your mind now and not safely housed in the essence of the prism. Mira watches me and will take comfort that I am with such as you. She also knows how to bring me back to her and give her the pleasure the same as I have given her since she fell for my boyish charms and good looks," he chuckled in good humour and I realised that Mira was someone that he cared for greatly.

The information that he was somehow now a part of me and could monitor me and my actions made the need to touch myself even more palpable as I felt my pussy getting even damper in my respectable looking cotton underwear. My mind became unfocused for several seconds as I contemplated that someone, a stranger, was going to watch me masturbate. However, it would not be like those others that I had performed for. Those that had simply sat on my bed or on a chair beside it and watched my fingers dance across my body until I found the opening into my hidden palace. Fingers that would give me as much as pleasure as I wanted as I expertly jerked, twisted and squeezed my pussy flaps and clit. Fingers that would delve deep into my sodden tunnel and stroke those places that I found were special to me. Not just in my cunt but my arsehole as well. A very sensitive place that gave me endless moments of pleasure as I rubbed, teased and plundered it with my digits. It was why I owned a great number of toys. I could be quite maniacal with dildos and vibrators of various sizes and shapes, finding places that sometimes a cock or a tongue could not touch properly. I had been told that I am quite the show when I lose myself in self-pleasure. This being inside me would not just see but also feel what I was doing to myself. I began to wonder if I could be so open to something that I did not understand.

My cunt was screaming at me that I could and I would!

"Are you still alive somehow, Christopher?" I asked him quietly even as I pondered how this mental imagery could somehow come to life and carry out his wishes.

"It is my burden to have my essence, my very soul trapped within the colourful lights. They are as much part of me as I am of them. I live on, a little, in all the special children, Brenda it was part of the bargain I made, but my tiny presence expires when they reach maturity. When they become adult it is not my right to enforce upon them my desires and needs for them to become men or women that will find a mate and reproduce. However, within the power of the Prism I still sense them. I can follow them until they expire. It is how I know that something within them breaks shortly before they draw their last breath. A feeling of extreme loneliness, heartbreaking sobs as they suddenly realise that they need someone to hold them and love them. It is, alas, too late.

"Unfortunately when they lose my essence in their spirit their own takes full control. It is what they have learnt when I was with them that then guides their futures. I cannot influence them with my own knowledge and because of that I have failed them! You," his eyes bored into mine, "must not. Teach them, Brenda Hawkins. Teach them about love and mating and all the things they need to become as special and complete as you!"

"I will try, Christopher but I do not know if I have the necessary talent and skills to reach them. You saw how they were today. Changing from adult to child in the blink of an eye. They talk about powers as if they are talking about the grass growing! They scare me and yet at the same time compel me to try and look beyond their faces, I am trying to see into their hearts and souls. Their minds are too complex, way beyond me but I think I can do something for them. I feel as if I must!" I tried to rationalise my feelings but I somehow believed that he would not understand.

"How, Christopher!" I implored with tears in my eyes, "How do I make them forget the atrocities that were perpetrated upon the bodies of those that came before? How do I erase the darkness that stained their souls and the entire village for centuries?" I was surprised by his response.

"It is why I am here, Brenda. Not alive but now interacting with someone special. This is not my doing but it is the unique intelligence that is the Prism itself. It sensed you. Welcomed you like a saviour. I could not understand such joy from it and searched within the network of its influence until I found you. It pushed me into you, Brenda! Sealed me within your mind and told me to protect you. It has made with me a bargain and if you fulfil its dreams then much has been promised for the future. Not just of the village, me and you, but of the entire planet. Never before has the Prism taken such an active interest in a single being. I tremble before the power it sees in you that you have not yet seen in yourself. I am here to help you save these wonderful people."

"Who, Christopher? Is this the mythical Ruthven that was named in the journals and diaries that you left behind? Is it he that wants me here? Is it he," I swallowed deeply as my heart raced, "that saved me?"

"Yes, Brenda. I shall tell you more of him as is needed. He sensed that you are special, so very, very unique that you have been sensed across the world by him and his companion. They see you as the saviour of the world and a person to lead them to the stars. But first you must lead with the natural skills that a woman like you possess within you in such excess that not even I, who have been blessed with the most beautiful women in the known world, can ignore. It is their complete lack of recognition of the state of being that brings joy and bliss to not just themselves but to others that must be overcome. It is not history that holds them back. It is a fault within the plans that were made so many centuries ago that has finally exhausted the patience of not just my God, Ruthven but those that are called the Great Circle that encompasses the cosmos in its loving arms. They are beings beyond our comprehension but their way is of love, joy, harmony and serenity. All states that cannot be achieved by themselves even though that is what they think when they abandoned home and hearth and sit contemplating their fucking navels and believe that they can reach for these things. They have no fucking idea!

"It is why the village has failed so many times. They have concentrated on the minds and capabilities of the children and forgotten to teach them about life. Jennifer was exactly right, Brenda. You, your body and I need you to bring forth their needs to mate and create new life. Too many generations of minds have slipped away never fulfilling their potential because they did not know how to lay with a man or a woman. Did not understand their bodies' wants and needs. Did not reproduce another in their likeness that would carry on the work that they had begun. Yet deep inside them they are aware of it. It comes to them but as I said before, too late. You must bring it forth before then.

"The world could be very different if the mental power of these children were allowed to grow to fullness and their wonderful abilities used to help mankind. I truly believe that the world would not have had wars, no famines, no pollution or any other affliction on this struggling planet if my children had simply learned to fuck and had babies!" the voice was strident almost deafeningly so at the end of its tirade.

"I am sorry, Brenda. It just give me the shits!" it finished apologetically.

I found myself laughing not just at his contrite smile and sad eyes as he apologised but also in the fact that he, or this power he spoke about, could find my tiny body and lowly intelligence, at least in comparison to the special ones, to be a solution to a problem that it seemed had been occurring for almost three thousand years.

"Do not belittle yourself, Brenda Hawkins," the man's face was full of concern as he held my eyes with his blue-eyed stare. "You may think you are small and insignificant but I sense a power within you, and not just I, that will make a difference. I just hope that you have not come to us too late."

I rose from my chair and found my legs to be a little shaky. My breath was ragged as I made my way to the backdoor of the kitchen.

I was hot now. The children, their parents and Edward had said their goodbyes and told me that they would see me tomorrow to begin their exercises and I had laughed and told them to wear something comfortable. I had had a conversation with a being that despite my incredulity was definitely real. Forces I did not understand or truly comprehend were centring their attention upon me and my little body in order to bring about some colossal change to not only the students but to a world that sorely needed some sort of saviours. Perhaps my students would be the beginning of that salvation. The thoughts crowding in my mind were being overridden by the underlying need of my own body to release the pent-up emotions that had been building from the moment I found myself naked and warm in my bed this morning, the soft kiss of Jennifer still tingling my lips.

"You have a glow inside you, Brenda. A glow that I cannot look upon because it is so alien, so powerful that my mind cannot comprehend it. Hurry, Princess, I feel it crowding inside you as if it needs to be released though in ways that only you can control!" Christopher said urgently yet softly in my mind as I hurried around closing up the school and running for the back steps of my new home.

The door barely closing before my shoes, top and shorts were in a pile in the lounge room, my bra and damp cotton panties haphazardly thrown into the bathroom as I went past. The curtains in my bedroom were already closed and I grinned in the semi-darkness as I threw myself on the bed and rolled over to lay on my back. My legs spread wide even as my hands feverishly began to cup and fondle my big breasts.

"Oh, yes, touch me!" I said aloud as I let my fingertips pull at my almost instantly erect nipples. I knew that a few gentle squeezes of my globes and the firm milking of my nipples would have my bald pussy opening like a flower in bloom. Having someone watch me as I masturbated made my twat react even faster than normal. Even though I was now alone that feeling that my new mental companion was observing all of my body's reactions got me going.

My hands slid slowly down my stomach and I could feel the heat of my pussy moments before I slid the middle finger of my right hand firmly down the slot between my fat pussy lips. I was careful not to put too much pressure on my swelling clit as I wanted my first orgasm to take a bit longer than seconds. I knew I was a quick shot at cumming but if I could hold out a little I could make my orgasms roll into one another until I could finish myself off with a big one that would have my gut churning, my arsehole clenching and my pussy spraying her juices like a fountain. It was a sight that Glenda had loved when she became my relief for that period after my ordeal until I was ready to find a cock to satisfy me.

No thoughts of Daniel or his thug mates entered my mind even as I spread my cunt flaps and teased my clittie as she swelled even more. I had replaced all of them several times over with lovers of my own choosing and it was their faces, smiles and bright eyes as they fucked me that I saw when I needed to. For now I was putting on a show for Christopher and, in some part, for the handsome and virile looking Ger who had spent a long time between my legs without being able to see what I was brazenly showing now.

"Yes, Ger, lick her, oh goodness, yes! Get that beautiful beard right up against her slutty face!" I cried out as I imagined his full lips and tongue eating and drinking from me.

"I will teach them, Christoper," I hissed as my fingers found their way downwards. I peeled my cunt flaps open and murmured that I would show them all how their bodies worked and what they could do to me or any other that would inflame their senses.

"Oh yes! You wonderful, naughty little Princess!" Christopher sighed in my mind.

"Slut, whore, bitch or any other filthy name you want to call me, Christopher. I don't mind. In fact I actually love being called names!" I panted as I continued to caress my sensitive nipples even as I spread my legs wide at imagining him standing between my legs and looking at my wet swollen cunt.

Two fingers were now eagerly burrowing up my wet tunnel and my other hand's fingers were strumming my clit, now fully erect and poking her head up well past the flaps of my pussy. My clit was my pride and joy. She was longer than any other I had compared her too and thick. Glenda had often commented that I could fuck her when I was fully aroused. I lifted my head to watch my fingers work myself over in the manner of a young man wanking his small cock when suddenly I could see Ger's face buried in my twat.

I was almost ready to yell but my calming mental tutor quickly assured me that the man was safely in his workshop and it was only my nasty imagination that was supplying the image. I groaned. How the fuck was I going to cope if I didn't know what was real and what wasn't?

"Let your body feel, Princess, whore," Christopher made me smile as he tried to call me names but I could sense his pause and guessed that not too many women had ever masturbated in front of him or got off being called names. "Does it truly feel like Ger's beard is rubbing your sensitive little pussy?" he asked softly.

"Oh fuck, yes, Ger eat my fuck stick! Get your teeth nibbling my inner flaps, bite my cunt!" I swore as I fucked two wet fingers up my twat I cried out for his tongue to drill my slut tunnel. Christopher was a little awestruck as I mischievously I imagined all of those things and came hard with my hips undulating to drive my fingers deeper into my hot box.

In my mind's eye l saw his naked body. "This Princess slut is ready for some big cock, you lovely big cocked pervert!" I mentally growled at him.

"Princess Slut?" my mental tormentor asked in surprise as I slowed my fingers a little and let my cum covered ones come up to my tongue and taste my juices. I loved the taste of myself almost as much as I loved the taste of cock and ball juice.

"I have always been a slut, Christopher. No matter what name you might come up with I am still a slut that loves cock banging my wet cunt!" I gasped as his cock became harder and thicker.

"Don't break me, bastard," I growled back even as I pictured his big cock in my mind and watched it grow to an impressive thickness and length. His huge balls fascinated me even has I pressed a third finger into my drooling pussy hole and grabbed my left tit roughly and began pulling on my sensitive nipple.

I closed my eyes and felt my cunt get hotter as I imagined that big fuck meat splitting her open. I groaned as my cunt spread as I rammed all my fingers hard into her even as the images in my mind showed his cock pressing against my slutty little twat. He slid slowly inside me, my wet swollen flaps stretching obscenely around the veined and throbbing girth. Balls hit my arsehole as I spread my legs as wide as I could.

"Yes fuck me, you prick! Ram that big cock up me until it fills my cunt to overflowing!" I squealed out loud.

My cunt was pummelled. I thrashed beneath my imaginary fucker thrusting my hips well off the mattress. I could feel my little fist inside me as I let my legs come up and over my body. I fucked myself harder as I imagined his balls slamming into my little arse.

"Yes, yes, oh my fucking cunt, yes!" I screamed between my own thighs as I pulled my fist from my cunt and opened my eyes just as my precious little pussy sprayed her juices as I came hard on the big prick up my cunt. I opened my mouth wide to catch my juices even as in my mind the big cock pulled from my clutching slut tunnel.

"See me as I am, as you already see them," he sniggered and his large cock and balls seem to take up my entire mind's eye until the cock, rampant and veined in its supreme erectness, exploded. I felt as if his hot load of cream had covered my face and I could not help but lick my lips as if sweet caramel dripped onto my tongue. I felt my mouth open as if I was trying to suck and slurp at the huge volume of semen he had shot from his oversized cock! I could feel my pussy almost burst open in bloom. If I was hot from just the looks and feelings of happiness during the day I was now ready to fuck an army but Christopher had resumed talking to me.

"Take it, you brazen hussy!" my mental lover roared as his balls rose hard against the base of his prick and emptied in four long hard spurts. I almost spoilt the moment giggling at his old-fashioned exultation.

I lay with my legs curled over me and my eyes staring directly at my wet bald pussy for several long beautiful minutes as my open hole drooled more cunt cream onto my big tits and with a little flex of my gut over my face. It was the biggest orgasm I had had in some time and I savoured the warmth and trembling of my body for as long as I could. I stared at the big protuberance that was my clit and once again I stuck out my tongue to try and lick her. Again I failed by several centimetres even though I could feel the heat of my breath against my still sensitive flaps. "One day," I giggled as I let my legs uncoil and the vision of my pussy slipped away.

I let my breathing return to normal as I lay in the warmth my overheated body had created. The weather was so pleasant that I felt no need to clothe again. Laying on the bed I idly contemplated whether I could fuck myself again when I remembered I hadn't rung Glenda.

She was giggly and in a very good mood when she answered on the second ring. "Hey, baby girl what you been up to. I thought you must have found a fuck somewhere since you haven't been home!"

"Not yet, sweetie but I have just fucked myself so hard thinking about a few of the wonderful men I have met down here. A bit too early for me to get the slut gear out and show them my wares, but soon," I simpered into the phone.

"You, naughty little troll!" she cooed into the other end. Her voice was sultry and low. I found myself getting hot again and soon told her I had several fingers up my wet little pussy and asked her why she sounded so sexy.

"Because I have a hot date, Bubba. Mumma's gonna get herself a lot of cock tomorrow. The twins are coming to take me out," she breathed deeply and her voice became even huskier. "Pussy, arse, mouth and titties," she gurgled. "All I have to do is look pretty with a cock in my mouth and let my little cunt open like the slut she is for their worship."

"Sounds like she already is, honey," I said softly as I lightly rubbed my clit and felt how wet my own pussy was again.

"Oh yeah she is. Got my little helper friend nicely working her over," she giggled and I could hear the soft hum of her favourite rabbit vibrator as she moved around on her bed. The noise increased and then decreased as she told me she was making sure her pussy was lubricated enough.

She was suddenly in my mind. I could see her spread legs and the little pink toy moving with her hand between her swollen cunt flaps. I told her to ram herself harder as I reminded her the twins had eight-inch cocks not little five-inch ones like her rabbit. The image in my mind showed the hand thrusting the toy harder.

"Cum, you little whore, cum hard for Bubba!" I ordered her harshly. The woman in my mind thrust her hips up hard and I could see her milky white arse cheeks clenching and her thighs straining as she buried the rabbit up her pussy until only the little control knob was showing. Even the little vibrating appendage that gave it its' name was inside her deeply flushed cunt. The hand that had been controlling the toy now firmly pinching and stretching her nipple. I growled at her to pull that tit harder. She squealed in bliss.

I let her gulp some deep breaths before I whispered in her ear that I hoped the boys appreciated her tight little holes and treated her good. She moaned and then giggled. In my mind I saw her legs relax and her little rabbit fell out of the wet pussy.

"Oh no he fell out!" I giggled, "Maybe you are not as tight as you think you are, Mumma!"

"What the fuck!? How the hell did you know he fell out and how did you know I was pulling my titty? Have you got cameras in my bedroom, you pervert!" she was suddenly half serious and I could see her face holding a look of slight worry that somehow I was spying on her.

"Yes, babe," I laughed. "Bubba loves to watch her Mumma in action!" It was an instant response supplied by Christopher as he suddenly realised his letting me see Glenda was a mistake. "But you will never find it!" I further teased as he instructed.

"Bitch!" the woman on the other end finally laughed and relaxed. My mental image of her disappeared.

"Speaking of toys, Glenda can you pack up my special drawer and seal it. A lady named Karen will be there either late this afternoon or tomorrow to pack up my stuff and bring it down here. Don't need to create a scandal before I am fully entrenched here," I moved on quickly before she asked anymore questions.

"So you are not coming back, love?" she asked softly.

"Not for a while, Glenda. The place is beautiful and the kids are wonderful. I have been made feel so welcome and it has only been two days," I gurgled in delight.

"Two days?" Glenda questioned. "Bubba you have been gone for nearly two weeks!"

I dropped the phone in shock.

"Get back on there and tell her that the last two days have been exciting and that you have been busy exploring the village," Christopher almost shouted in my dazed mind. "I will explain the rest when you get off the phone."

I picked up my cell and fumbled over the explanation that I meant I had been given the royal treatment of a tour and had finally started getting the school organised in the past two days which had made me feel even more welcome. Glenda seemed to accept the explanation as she told me that a very nice sounding man by the name of Edward Toms had rung her and said that he was just letting her know that her friend Brenda was having some trouble with her phone but she was safe and enjoying some time visiting the town. Her little giggle as she asked me how I had gone for clothing suggested that she had imagined me wandering around the place naked from bed to bed and didn't need any. I told her that I had found some very nice clothing in a wonderful dress shop and that a quite handsome man had made me some exquisite shoes. "I am not that much of a slut, you trollop!" I told her in mock indignation.

"Well that all sounds very nice, Brenda but I was a little worried," she whispered into my ear. I could feel her concern for me despite her naughty thinking.

"Thought I had been kidnapped and was spending my days on my back?" I giggled to let her know that I truly was ok. "I wouldn't mind with some of these hunky farmers and workers down here in the country," I added playfully. It wasn't far from the truth. Already I was hoping that Ger might like to take me for that run that he so deliciously implied this morning.

"Hold on, Bubba someone's at the door," she said and I heard her scrambling to find something to cover herself as she went to answer it. I heard her telling someone that she had just been talking with Brenda about someone coming to pack up her stuff. I heard some more giggling and then her directing whoever was there to my bedroom.

"Well they are here now, Brenda. Do you want your bed? What other furniture do you want?" she asked breathlessly.

"No, I don't need a bed. Just my art stuff, textbooks, my big mirror and my lamp. All my clothes, shoes and jewellery and oh, can you get them to carefully pack my computer and printer. All the boxes are still in the garage," I instructed.

"Ok, Hun. I will keep your bed for when you come back to visit me!" she said seriously before breaking into a little giggle. I asked her what was up. "You are not wrong about hunky country men. Karen has two guys with her that I wouldn't mind being a naughty little cowgirl for," she whispered into the phone.

"Twins. Eight-inch cocks!" I reminded her with a laugh.

"A girl can dream, Bubba. Anyway I have to go. My pussy needs a touch up in the old fuzzy face department and you know how much Darryl loves to munch on vinyl rather than get a mouthful of prickles!" she laughed at her own joke even as I groaned. I told her I loved her and that I would call her again soon. She hung up after blowing me a kiss.

I threw the phone down on the bed then myself. I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling.

"Ok, Christopher, tell me how I have lost nearly two weeks?" I growled.

"I told you that I have been a part of the Prism since I left this world?" he asked when I let myself relax slightly and waited for his explanation. I nodded and knew that he would see.

"I can sense the world from inside it. Not just the valleys and mountains but all over the world. We felt you a long time ago. We heard your mind and knew that you were someone special," he chuckled as I wiggled a little at his praise of me.

"Who is we?" I asked him.

"Soon," he whispered back. He was obviously still watching me and I could not help but spread my legs again and ensure that if he was somehow watching me and inside me he would know that I was still wet and not quite finished playing with myself.

"I watched you stop at the top of the range before descending into the valley, Brenda. I knew you were seeing the protection field and the colours. You sat there for so long I thought you had become mesmerised by the lights. Some people do and they forget things," his voice said in a low tone.

"What sort of things?" I asked worriedly. Is that what happened to me? I forgot what I was doing and got lost for days.

"Nothing so dramatic, Princess," he sniggered. "They forget their past. Sometimes when they get to the village they can't remember where they came from or why they were coming here. For some they needed to simply escape a life that they were not coping with too well anymore. Finding themselves on a strange road that seemingly leads nowhere until the lights of the town come into view. They find their mind clearer and ready for something new. They end up staying, even if they remember whom they were before. Little Prism is a good destination for people that find themselves not quite fitting in where they were. Many say they found their destiny.

"The field affects people differently. If the prism detects ill intent it will actually divert the road and the traveller never finds the village and continues on the road which leads them to another town where they are told that Little Prism is a legend and no longer exists.

"I watched you descend into the village and I smiled. The voices of the Prism sang in joy. It was a sound that I have only heard a few times since I set it ablaze in the sky. It seemed to fall in love with you almost instantly. I have never felt such a powerful emotion from the Prism before, ever! I watched as you began to descend into the valley. It was like the Prism was guiding you.

"You had not lost your way or even your memories but the things that had hurt you were pushed even further back in your mind. Your subconscious drank in the essence of the world around you and I touched your thoughts and made the walls you built around those memories stronger. I also began to see what the Prism saw. You were a unique being and that for some reason there was a whole new section of your mind opening up. I saw that it was forming a channel that you were beginning to broadcast your happiness on.

"In fact the whole essence of you was somehow distorted. I could not sense a body. Oh I saw through the monitors that Mira uses all over the world a form. Petite. Breasts that appeared a bit too big on such a small being." I heard him chuckle as I gave said big tits a playful shake with my hands. "Slim and attractive legs that led to a delightfully heart-shaped rump and smooth back." Again he chuckled as I turned over on the bed and waggled my rump as if he were behind me looking down on my form. In my mind I saw him reach out a big hand and give that rump a playful swat even as he told me to behave. "I am trying to be serious, here, slut!" he mock scolded as I returned to my back and immediately spread my legs wide and cupped my fat cunt flaps.

"But what was showing on Mira's monitors was not what I saw with my mind or my own senses. A brightness. Far too bright to penetrate with my eyes. I reached out and found myself walking in a space that was warm, filled with light and there were things flashing and connecting so fast that I could not follow them. Mira had told me that her brain was like that. All brains can be thought of as spaces filled with energy that connects, transmits data and processes in flashes of electricity that are too small to be measured accurately and too fast for any machine to record. The room I found myself in was a little different. I could see the connections building and twisting around each point that they touched. A coil of blue and red and yellow was merging then it flashed and pulsed as it writhed around me and turned all shades of the rainbow and beyond. It was too dazzling for me to focus on it. Suddenly it erupted into a shower of colours and sped out from the room and into the world around you. It was like a long ribbon that was searching for connections out beyond the containment of your mind.

"It was new and it was powerful. Too powerful for any of the children to resist or me. I decided I needed to roam your mind and do some more investigation and ascertain whether this new channel was going to cause you any damage. I could sense the message from that stream, Brenda. You were telling the Prism that you had found your way and it was indescribably happy!" his words held a puzzlement that I found was like a child that had suddenly discovered something about a favoured toy or a person that they loved and was able, for the first time, to articulate what it meant. It was as if they did not truly believe what they found but knew it to be true.

"Do you remember the little house your first saw as you came down to the valley floor?" he asked out of the blue.

"Yes and the forest on the other side of the road was shining with raindrops and looked so peaceful and beautiful. I could see a mountain. It was so tall and the forest was like it was trying to climb up to the top of it the trees were so tall and so thick. It felt like it was welcoming me to a new beginning," I answered dreamily. My hands were softly squeezing and rubbing the lips of my pussy sending some delicious little thrills through my clit and into my spine. The tingles crept upwards and I felt my head warming as sexual images began to slowly coalesce in front of my mind's eye.

"It did welcome you, Brenda. You stopped your car and went off into the forest. When I saw that you were gone from your vehicle I ceased roaming your mind and went looking for you. I found your clothes and shoes in a little patch of grass and realised that you were running around naked in the woods. I had to find you before you got into trouble and try to get you back to your clothes and your car. I did find you but you had found the secret cave by then. I followed you into the mountain as, like me, you followed the glow of the little creatures that light the ways for the ones that the ancients want to see.

"It seemed that the ancients wanted to see you, Brenda Hawkins."

I closed my eyes as suddenly images came rushing at me. The darkness split by soft blue, gold and white markings on the walls. The sandy floor at my feet. I kept hearing a voice calling me. "Brenda, Brenda," it was a mere whisper but it urged me on. They continued until I came to a well-lit area and I could see out through an opening that I was high up on one of the mountains. I ventured to the edge and a voice warned me to stop and look down. I almost swooned as the cliff plunged away vertically and the valley seemed to be thousands of feet below me. I stepped back from the edge. I was floating and a light shone all around me. I could not sense my body but I could feel myself as familiarly as I had always known it. I focused my eyes and stared in wonder at the being that had warned me not to step over the edge.

A man, tall, powerfully built and as naked as I was sat on a three-legged stool beside a cooking fire. A blackened pot hung on the frame over the fire and I could smell the delicious scent of tea brewing. He held out a mug and told me to sit and drink. I placed my bottom on the warm stool on the other side of the blaze and sipped my tea as I looked at the gorgeous man smiling at me with his deep blue eyes.

"I am Ruthven Hagar. I am the protector of this little piece of your world. Actually I was sent here to protect this entire world but circumstances beyond my control limited my attempts to bring about the changes that should have happened hundreds of years ago. It is not important why I have been stalled in my mission, what is important is the role you will play in ensuring that it stays protected yet let its residents find their place in the world outside to make it a better place. You will do it with your brilliant mind and your spectacular body, Brenda Hawkins," he said in a low voice.

"You can see my body?" I had asked with a small giggle. Even now I could not see my hand around the mug he had given me. A sense that my four fingers and thumb held the clay vessel but the glow of my skin prevented any further detection.

"I see your spirit, your aura if you like. Of the body that carries such power I see what you want me to see. It is a very attractive body and I very much think that it is as powerful as your spirit. Certainly it proved to be so in your recent trials, Brenda," he replied softly. His voice was so calm, serene and it triggered in me the memories of its comfort in my prison.

I sighed at the remembered sound of his voice. It was familiar to me as my own yet I had never seen the physical being that owned that voice. When I was in the deepest, darkest of despair, my body bruised and sore from the punishment that Daniel had given me for some slight, imagined or real, I had heard that voice. It had encouraged me to be strong. Told me that I was going to be free and that I would find a peace and glory that would make up for all that I had been through and give me a life that I could never imagine. It was that voice that helped me endure. A voice that gave me images of a place where I was loved, protected and secure. I fell in love with that voice and no matter what Daniel did to me or said to me I never lost faith.

Ruthven's voice had made my body tremble with its sensuous sound and he had grinned in obvious delight as I found myself spreading my legs wide on the little stool and showing him as much of my body as he wanted to see. In turn his cock swelled between his legs and I found my heart hammering in my chest and my mouth open to pant as if in heat as its rigid length finally allowed its blind eyed head to stare directly at me.

In my mind I had already lain with this wonderful man. I had imagined him holding me tight as he had joyfully screwed into my body and showed me a pleasure that removed all the pain and suffering I had endured. At that moment it all came crashing back over my mind and made my body heat to boiling point. I needed him right now! We moved simultaneously to our feet and his hand reached out to me to drag me over to some sort of bed of colourful blankets or possibly animal furs. I did not care as joyfully I spread my legs for him and beckoned him between them.

As his hard thick cock entered me I could hear his voice in my mind. "Welcome, my angel. I have grieved that you had not yet found me and I am sorry that I have needed to divert you from journey but I could not wait any longer."

His thick cock almost fell onto my saturated pussy. I squirmed in delight as I let my little fingers reach down to caress the magnificent head of his awesome tool. His heat I could feel as he rested on the lips of my cunt and through my little fingers that stroked the heated flesh of this wonderful animal that seemed to be throbbing against me.

"Please, Ruthven. I have seen your wonderful cock in my mind. I have drooled wanting to taste it and now my pussy wants him deep inside her. I am wet and ready, please, give me what you have promised for so many nights when I was lost and only had the light of your fire to guide me away from that darkness that was threatening to snuff out my spirit," I gasped softly as he moved a little and I could feel the head of his cock beginning to split me further than I already was.

"You are easy to rouse, little one and for this gift you give to me I shall tell you of the task ahead of you. You are the one that needed to make this journey and at the end of it you will find all that you desire and if that includes me then I shall be supremely happy." His cock drove all sense from my mind. The heat of him inside me and my cries of bliss as I came at the mere entry of him into my sodden trench were all I remembered. His words were lost as I writhed beneath his powerful body and sealed his lips with mine even as I wrapped my legs up high on his back to open myself fully to his rampant weapon.

"Thank you for saving me, Ruthven!" I cried in bliss as my body responded deliciously to his tender love making. I felt the air around me flash with lightning and my body burned with a desire that was not going to be quenched until his fluids filled me and smothered the flame that was burning white hot inside my womb. I was not even sure that his essence would smother it but at least it would quieten the throb inside me that had been burning with desire ever since his voice had seeped into my soul.

My vision darkened and I did not recall anything else. I waited expectantly for Christopher to tell me more. My fingers, I noted absently, were no longer content to simply squeeze my sodden flaps as I felt several of them slide deeply inside my wet channel and begin to fuck me as if Ruthven's cock was inside me again. I suppressed a groan of intense pleasure as Christopher resumed his relating of my lost days.

"For almost a week you lay in Ruthven's arms. Arising only to bathe in the warm waters of the small waterfall a little further back in his home of caves and to eat of the sumptuous meals of fowl, bread and thick vegetable stews that you helped him prepare. Barely would the meal be eaten before you ravenously attacked his cock. Slurping down his freely given cream as if it were your favourite dessert. In turn he drank from the endless well of your pussy until both of you needed to feel each other's skin pressed fiercely together and his connection to you complete again with the scabbarding of his mighty sword inside your body. All of this I watched with Mira as the brightness of both of you was too much to witness in that cavern. Even Mira found herself panting with need and her mind flew among the stars as she monitored you both and trembles shook her massive construct.

"To be truthful I was most envious of the pleasure you took from him and returned with an appetite that truly exceeded your tiny frame. As I watched I could not help but wish myself to be between those delicious thighs, to feel my own cock encased in your wonderfully hot mouth as Ruthven cried out in bliss as you willingly drank his seed. If I could wish myself mortal for one night I would spend it in your arms, Brenda," he finished softly and I could tell that this man, this non-corporeal being inside me had feelings for me that I found were almost as strong as the Godlike being that had possessed me. I sucked my fingers clean of the juices that were again coating my fingers as I continued to finger fuck myself as deeply as I could. It seemed my cunt cream was sweeter, hotter than I had ever remembered before. I did not suppress my giggle as I saw Christopher's face and his delighted eyes as he over peeped my sensuous masturbation.

"As you laughed and played in his little world of pleasure the strength of your mind was tested by the most wonderful being I have ever met. Her name is Mira and she is a very alien being indeed. She no longer has a body. Her mind is within the mountain and it sees all on this planet. Her skill with understanding the human psyche is beyond compare but, like us, she has made mistakes as well. No matter.

"She came to you as you slept and in your trance she tested your resolve to be the one to lead Little Prism into the future. Her reaction to you, Brenda was astounding. I believe that if Mira could take a form and bring it into the real world it would be a close match to yours. She told me that she had never met a mind so capable of growth, so open to absorbing knowledge and understanding of things that others would find beyond their comprehension. She decided that you would be the perfect foil to the intelligences and their powers that you were about to meet. She even kidded Ruthven that you could be fire and passion but also as cold as the glaciers that slide so slowly across these mountains. She warned him that you would not be controlled and that you must be left to do things the way you saw that they needed to be done.

"She lay with you, Brenda. Her ability to create lifelike beings that are as close to the human forms outside her caves is remarkable. Her body, if you like, is filled with things that can drive a man wild with desire and be hard pressed to find lovers that compare to her talents. You and her were remarkable to watch and sense as you entwined in coils that made your skin and pussies rub so wonderfully together that it was difficult to tell where either of you began or ended. You made her swoon and cry out with the tenderness of your caresses and the fierceness of your loving of her wet cunny with your tongue and fingers.

"At one point the both of you disappeared, or at least the facsimile of Mira lay inert on the blankets as if dead. Yet in my mind and in the tremors of the mountain that houses Mira we could feel the passion of the two of you. Mira cried out like I have never heard her before. Ruthven sobbed in joy as he told me that Mira and you were in a communion that neither of us could ever understand except for the feelings of joy and bliss that set every sense in our bodies into almost orgasmic overload. I watched in amazement as his big cock spewed forth torrents of his hot cream without a hand being laid upon him. Even I, safe in my crystalline stronghold, felt the power of the love you two shared.

"In the end, as she lay sated in your arms her especially constructed body a mess of fluids and her skin glowing like a radioactive fire, she told Ruthven and I that you were the epitome of loving. She laughed at Ruthven and told him that his special ones would never be able to resist her and that he had better not want to drag her back to his bed too often for there would be many that would want to hold her tight.

"In the early morning of the seventh day he bid you farewell. You did not grieve nor pout at the moment of parting though your heart was sorely troubled that he would be alone again in his hidden retreat. Mira's love dollies appearing by his side eased your fears and gave you a beautiful smile across your face that made Ruthven happy that you knew he was not truly alone.

"You promised that you would return when his task for you was complete. His deep blue eyes were bright with lust as he watched your naked arse walk away from him. I chose at that moment to reveal my hidden presence as I moved to stand at your side to guide you back. I saw the understanding come to his eyes as Mira told him that she was sending me to be with you to guide and inform you of things you needed to know. Things that would help you on your path to bring the special ones to their true potential.

"That was when the force of the Prism thrust my essence into your mind. It all happened so quickly that I could not understand what I was supposed to be doing or why it had taken this extraordinary action. I had believed that I would be returned in my physical form as simply someone that would be in the background but come to you when needed.

"Then the voices of the Prism spoke to me. Not since it was created have I felt such power, such concern, such hope! I was given my instructions. I was to be your protector and your advisor. I was filled with visions so powerful that I was lost in a fantasy until I was released from its spell. It explained to me that I could not physically be with you at this time. We would lose ourselves in the sexual when you needed to use your mind the most. I was told, however, that I would feel every emotion of your mind. I could merge myself with your subconscious and feel everything that you feel. Already I have felt the power of your cunt and the orgasms you have from her. I must say that I have never experienced such torturous pleasure and truly understand how much of your mind can be devoted to its pursuit.

"When I managed to turn your head to look back at Ruthven I saw a smile so wide on his ancient face that I could not help but smile back. It seemed that he could see something in the future that you and I were part of that made him even happier than when I had stumbled into his cave."

"So I came back here with you guiding me?" I asked softly.

"You dressed in your clothes that I had left at the mouth of the cave where none would disturb or soil them. Mira had ensured that nothing did and protected your garments until you returned for them. We walked back to your car and drove on into the village. Ruthven's power is so great that he made all the village believe that you were arriving on the date that had been decided," Christopher replied smugly.

"So that is six days, you still have eight more to account for, Mister!" I retorted.

"Seven," he corrected me, "You did not lose the day of your travel which you remember except for your rendezvous with Ruthven." I nodded in agreement.

He smiled before he continued, "One does not fuck like a hussy for a God and his companions, Brenda without the need for compensation. When you slept after drinking and talking with Jennifer on your first night, that would be last night for you, your body needed to recover. The village was a little concerned that their new Head Mistress did not rouse the next morning or for the next five mornings after that! They kept a worried eye on you as you slept naked in your bed.

"The children took turns to come and sit beside your sleeping form and the idea of the Princess, a Sleeping Beauty, firmed. They liked to gaze upon your beautiful form. Even though light coverings were placed over your beautiful nakedness it seemed that you were reliving your loving with Ruthven and Mira. Your body was exposed as you kicked off the covers and your hands roamed over yourself as if feeling your lovers' caresses again and again. The children were confused at how much you sweated and groaned without waking up. Even Edward and Jennifer were perplexed that you could be having such intense dreams yet not awaken. Jennifer, of course, found your activity quite exciting and during her late night vigils of you did not attempt to cover you as you writhed in bliss. She was restrained from touching your body only by her own sense of morality that realised that to take advantage of your heat when you were not aware of her would be tantamount to rape.

After several days your dreams became less heated. The children watching over you through the daylight soon realised that they could brush your hair and smooth your brow with gentle hands. The girls even sponged your body of the sweat and fluids your body exuded as I believe you relived your time with him. Though it was of some embarrassment that your pussy was aroused and oozing her delightful juices and your nipples protruded like hard pointed spears from your full breasts. Despite your subconscious reactions I could sense that it was a great pleasure for them to do these things for you.

"I was surprised that any of them touched your pussy, Brenda. They are not interested in their own sexual organs yet, as was needed, a warm damp cloth was pressed to your opening and gently massaged your skin to take away the fluids you expended. Edward had suggested that perhaps you would be more comfortable in clothing. It was strange to see them try to dress you so as to prevent such measures but it seemed you did not want anything to cover you. Knickers and dresses did not seem to fit and they worried that somehow the clothing that had been made for you was somehow of the incorrect size. They gave up after a few hours and the assurance from Mrs Josephs that everything was fine and correct. I think they eventually understood that this was your first test with them. You needed them to see the form you held and for them to understand that this was who you were.

"It was a strange time for them, Brenda. That fire, glow or aura around you seemed to be shrunken as if it had been released in your coming together with both Ruthven and Mira. It was as if it simply covered your skin with little blue and white flickers of the remnants of a power that, for a short time, was as exhausted as your physical body. I do not think the others that came to check on you saw it. However, I think the special ones did, or at least their minds showed that spark that was covering and somehow protecting you. I think that somehow they sensed that things that they could not see were happening inside your mind. It was something all of them tried to do but a cloud of mist blocked their efforts at seeing inside you. A talent for blocking them, as you did with the blackboard today, that they have never encountered before. You were already becoming something fascinating for them to observe.

"As you lay as if dormant I sensed the aura around you grow. Your mind absorbed its power so that it trickled only traces of it around your body. A flash of light streaking through your golden hair as Debbie stroked it to keep it shining and neat. Pale tendrils reached around your hips and across your pussy as if protecting you from any eyes that were tempted to see the Princess' body too intimately. Your breasts appeared to have a shimmering cover as if some dainty and delicate gauze rippled in an unseen breeze to protect your sensitive nipples. It quickened the visions of you dressed in gauzy almost see-through dresses that moved to tantalisingly show glimpses of your form beneath but never enough to expose you fully. By the time your aura covered your entire body nothing could be seen of the woman beneath, at least not to the children. Jennifer still looked upon your body with a lust to hold you close but she was content to cover you with your light sheet and sit beside your bed holding your hand.

"Always though a small smile shaped your full lips as if the dreams you were having pleased you. It made those that checked on you less concerned that you were near death. Surely such a smile would not be upon the beautiful face of someone that was in mortal danger? They decided that you were ok and simply needed to rest from some ordeal that they had not been privy too. The special ones were left to watch over you during the day and at night, Caroline, Jennifer and Henrietta sat and quietly spoke to you. Many times did I hear them apologise for the burden that they had placed upon you to educate their special ones. They asked that if it was too much that you tell them. They had some thoughts that your mind had become overloaded with the information that they had given you and their expectations and that your slipping into this deep sleep was a reaction to their needs. Edward also came to check you many times but none could wake you.

"Edward is a gentle soul, Brenda. He cares, already, for you very deeply. He did not express any words of regret for his introduction of his strange world to you. Instead he, like me, has seen deeply into you. Far deeper than I would have thought a normal man could penetrate. He seems to have some understanding that you are not some little woman with a large heart and a healthy regard to sex. He hinted in his murmurings to you as you slept that he would be your strength if you stumbled and would support you through all the trials that would beset you. He even expressed a desire to see you rise to be the power that his children needed. As I say, Brenda, Edward is a gentle soul and he considers all of those that he is responsible for to be his children, even the parents of these wonderful children. He will be your greatest ally.

"Last night, in real time, it was he that sensed you were becoming awake. He arranged for the children to ensure that you were not alone when you awoke. Not by being by your bed but close by for when you arose and decided to venture back out into the world.

"It is why Debbie and Roland were brushing Lightfoot when you finally awoke. They had just been at your bedside and when they sensed you were waking fully. They alerted the town and pretended to have simply been to visit and look after the steed that they hoped their Princess would soon be riding."

I cocked my head and I guess my face must have expressed a certain scepticism of his explanation.

"You did not think that Mistress Josephs and Masters Clive, Colin and Ger would have such an array of clothing and shoes made for you overnight?" Christopher chuckled. "Your sleeping gave them the opportunity to apply their skills to a number of items they hoped would please you. If you check your fridge and pantry you will find that they are much more stocked with the foods that they have researched that you would like. Your bed-sheets have been replaced since you remember laying down the first time in them. Fresh linen awaits in the cupboards in the hallway."

I nodded but then realised I had a question. "Why did I not need to piss or evacuate my bowels or eat or drink whilst I was in my coma?" I asked a little fearful of the reply. I had visions of my soiled body being tut tutted over as I was cleaned like a baby.

"You were fed by a God, Brenda and as such your body would be sustained by the meals he prepared for weeks if necessary. As for the other, the body has many ways to expel its waste. The children were a little concerned that it seemed you had come down with a fever for several days as they mopped your brow with cloths and cleansed your skin with flannels. It would not have been wise to tell them that the beautiful body they cleansed was cumming her brains out!"

"Then I must thank them for their tender care of me, Christopher. Perhaps I need to make amends to others as well?" I asked softly.

"You can do it at tomorrow night's party, Princess Brenda. The village knows that the strange is sometimes the normal, especially since my actions and the various special minds that have emerged and changed the way they live over the past three thousand years."

I nodded in agreement. I could not help the giggle that came to me when I at last extracted my fingers that had been idle deep inside my pussy as I listened to him tell me of the vigil that my unknown students and the parents I had met had kept over me. He, I sensed, smiled at the noisy slurp of those fingers as they left my still sodden trench.

I had showered and contemplated all that he had told me and all that I had remembered about the being I believed was not only my saviour but had tried to guide me for the latter part of my life. Of Mira I could recall little but I found myself humming a soft tune that I had never heard before in the shower. As I ran a soft sponge over my pussy I trembled as if the soft humming of the tune was one I had experienced whilst my clit was held between the lips of a bright-eyed woman as she pleasured me. I giggled as it seemed my pussy reacted delightfully to the soft notes I hummed as well.

"It is where you went when you were a child, Christopher," I asked him as I walked back into the kitchen naked.

"Yes. Ruthven gave me the crystal and told me what to do with it when I returned to the village and they were assured that I was the young man that went off exploring the forests by himself in some vain glorious attempt at becoming a hero. You must remember it was a time of ancient superstition and fears of bodies being possessed by evil spirits and the like. Once they were satisfied that I was not a golem or a demon, a painful process I assure you," he grinned in my mind but I caught a fleeting vision of fires, needles and strange eyes peering deeply into my own.

"I wanted to return with the body of the pack leader of the wolves over my shoulders and assure the village that they would no longer fear the forest and the plentiful deer within could become our meat herd once again. In the quest for the wolf I had found the cave. Or, I suppose," he paused thoughtfully, "the cave found me. I was starving, bleeding and my mind playing tricks as I tried to track the pack of wolves that was roaming the place. Already I had encountered the beast, twice and attempted to slay it with my puny weapons. I was lucky to escape its fangs and claws the second time. I was sorely wounded and knew that if I did not find help I would die.

"I lay on the sandy floor and sobbed. I do not know how Mira found me but later I found out that her sensors detect everything of note that happens in the world. I, apparently, was of importance. She, through her constructs, tended my wounds and fed me. Though for many days I did not even notice my surroundings. All I saw were her beautiful eyes, full of concern, and heard her lilting voice and her little songs of happiness that she seemed to want to vocalise all the time. They were songs that I had not heard before but they soothed me and made me stronger and happy.

"I was, Brenda a very gentle youth. I was a mere eighteen summers old but I did not have facial hair, did not have the muscles of the miners or farmers. I had spent too long hiding in burrows under the ground and behind the spiked fences that was our perimeter. I seldom had a full meal for my growing body. A soft youth that many regarded as more girl than man. I do not know what possessed me to believe that I could go into the forest and slay the wolves and become a hero. Mira made me feel that I could go back out and try again but she and Ruthven, who eventually came to see what his companion was doing in his cave, had other ideas once I explained why I was out in the forest alone and trying to kill myself." He gave a self-deprecating laugh that I found rather sad and told him so.

"I was foolish, Brenda. My biggest contribution to our little village that was harangued and so frightened of the wolves was to kneel at the feet of the young men that were older than me by several years and bigger in body and stronger in words and provide them relief for their aching balls with my mouth. I would also lay in their beds and let them fuck my arsehole until they were satisfied and slept deeply after exhausting themselves over my willing body. There were many that took the relief I offered and I was told that if I had the energy and strength to fuck like the slattern I was then I would succeed in slaying the wolves when I was older and bigger."

I asked him why he let the others use his body so easily.

"I was useless for anything else, Brenda. We had lost so many women because they were courageous and tried to defend their homes and their children. The men, at first, were out hunting the wolves and the big cats in the forests. However, the wolves were too cunning, too intelligent and they circled back to the homesteads and attacked the families left behind. The men came home to find ripped and torn bodies. Eventually as the wolves drove them to the village where they believed there would be safety in numbers, we found that the men outnumbered the women by three to one. There was not enough pussy for the virile males that were being forced closer together in our fortified village.

"When I finally met Ruthven I was in awe of him. He was a giant of a man but he had a gentle smile and eyes that told me that he wished me no harm nor would he demand me to worship him. He spoke to me about all manner of things and gave me an education in things I had never know about the world. He and Mira filled my mind with things that I had not even recalled I knew until the times came that I needed to remember. It was something that they called subconscious imprinting but it meant as little to me then as it does now. I bless them every time something happens where I find myself calling upon skills and knowledge I did not believe I had to extricate myself from trouble or to protect my home.

"I found myself loving Ruthven for his friendship and warmth. He has a large cock and a beautiful body. I lost myself in pleasuring him as I had done for those in the village that needed relief. Except now I did it because I wanted to repay the love he had shown for me. I cried for his cock to fuck my arsehole. I followed him around and sucked at his beautiful cock until he would stop telling me to leave him alone but laughed as he lay back and let me have his creamy spend. I became besotted with him and he with me.

"Mira was not finished with me and her education of me. When Ruthven told me he had to leave on a journey and that I could not follow him, she came to me in the form of the matronly love dollies that Ruthven told me I should find when he was busy. I had not understood his reference. I had always been shy of the women that were in Little Prism because I was not a hero or overly handsome. Mira coaxed me to lay with them. She knew that I loved their big tits and soft hands that often touched me as she ensured I was healthy and well-fed. Now she was interested in showing me another way that would let her know that I was in good health.

"Her love dollies showed me the pleasure of their hot mouths around my own cock. A cock she told me was bigger than many she had seen. Eventually she showed me how to eat her pussy and to slide my own cock deep into her depths. It was many nights before she had taught me how to move my hips, my hands and use my mouth to bring her to pleasurable heights that left her and I gasping.

"She showed me that there were many other ways to couple rather than like those of the animals with me behind her clutching her full and fabulous arse cheeks. I became addicted to the feel of her cunny clutching around my cock as I carried her around in my embrace and suckled at her tits as we fucked against walls and under the warm water of the falls. I pounded her into the sands as she lay beneath me and spread her wonderful legs over my hips and encouraged me to fuck her deep and hard. I fell in love with her and I strove to make her gasp, cry out and scream for me before I emptied my sperm into her depths or over her gleaming body.

"When Ruthven returned he laughed with me as we took her together and when others appeared in our bed of furs how to service several of them at the same time. I lost weeks in their arms and sobbed each time I awoke alone. Eventually Ruthven told me it was time that I went back to my village and led them in the fight against the wolves. I was aghast and so afraid of doing such a thing. It was Mira that showed me an image of my body and showed me that I was no weakling or soft boy child. I was a man and the muscles I had not thought were strong enough she showed to me that they were as she rode my cock as I carried her easily as I strode across the sandy floor.

"She told me that I had needed to be nurtured. I did not understand. I had the love of my little sister and my father. My mother was an early casualty of the war with the wolves. My Father was a hard man but he loved us kids. When he was lost I looked after Melissa and we did not have any that fought to ensure we had enough food but we found our own space and kept it neat and tidy. I was given extra food for my services later on but I did not feel as if I was particularly seen as useless or unwanted. She helped me understand that I needed more nutrition than I had been receiving. Even now I ensure that food is always in abundance and make certain that all are fed well. Her words about how much I changed with proper food, exercise and loving made me understand that life cannot excel or even properly survive if it is not nurtured correctly. As she helped me examine the changes that had occurred to me whilst I was in her care I became even more anxious about the village and those that I had left behind. I became more determined to get back to them and help them rid our land of those beasts that restricted us and menaced us as if we were a flock of cattle to be fed upon.

"Ruthven asked me in great detail what I wanted to do. How I wanted to rid the wolves out of the forest so that my village could survive. The wolves were so bold that they forced us to live in barricaded homes and to dig holes in the ground to protect our children, our meagre number of fowls, swine and dogs. We were on the verge of starvation when I left."

I interrupted his tale and the frightful images he was bringing up in my mind. "You were a very brave young man, Christopher," I praised him sincerely.

"The bravest thing I did, Princess," I could hear the humour in his voice, "was to spread the cheeks of my boyish arse and allow Ruthven to ease his big cock up my tight hole and fuck me until he and I sprayed our cream together in roars of pleasure and bliss that I had never ever experienced before in my young life. He was larger than the elders that took my arse in their own need of relief. I thought that his cock would tear me apart. The other brave thing I did, Brenda, was to let a woman take me by the hand and guide my cock into her wet pussy. I had no idea of what I was doing or how I would feel. My heart almost burst from my chest in fear that somehow her wet and hot entrance would scald me or remove my pride and joy. I had never seen copulating of male and female and many of the old men often said that a woman's cunt had teeth. In fact it took Mira several nights for her to keep me hard enough to make the connection," he laughed in derision at himself. I think I giggled madly at the visions he was producing in my mind.

"Ruthven and Mira planned with me. They would make a shield that would be created from the essences of our combined spendings. Our combining of the fluids from our bodies, Mira caught in a vessel she had fashioned into a prism. In the light of that prism by his bright fire I saw not just the colours of the rainbow but all the colours and lights that had ruptured my mind in sweet agony and bliss as his large cock fucked me senseless!" he laughed maniacally and I wondered for his sanity for just a few moments.

When his laughter died down, I dressed in a short dress sans underwear and contemplated the contents of my cupboards and refrigerator for something for dinner. He was correct about the contents of my kitchen. The large amount of food stuffed in the cupboards, refrigerator and freezer would feed me for a year!

"I brought the crystal back to the village with the words of Ruthven still in my mind. He told me that he had combined the essences of the two most powerful minds and bodies, his and mine, to create an impenetrable shield that would protect our homes. I think he flattered me by comparing my mind to his. I was a savage in comparison. I thought only of food, sleep and protecting my meagre possessions. I was barely old enough to take a woman to my bed. Yet when I returned I felt as if I had been away for years not weeks. I had knowledge in my head of much more than just a simple villager. I have never asked Mira about it, but I suspect that the time inside the mighty vessel that Mira pilots is different to its exterior.

"I could touch a plant and know it. Rocks told me of their ancient beginnings and the passage of time across the land. Trees spoke to me of many, many things. Even the old ones that pinched my skin, pricked me to ensure that red blood flowed and ensured that heat blistered my palms, were an open book to me. I laughed at their foolish beliefs and yet at the same time I saw the evolution of our selves. I saw my ancestors come from their caves, timidly and afraid of the world. I saw them conquer that fear and become the hunters and builders of homes closer to the water and the plants that held fruit and berries.

"A need to protect all that had come before and what I could now see as a possible future came upon me. That was when I realised the power of the crystal that Ruthven had bestowed upon me. It was no longer the milky white of the combination of our spend, it was clear and as pure as spring water. I knew what I had to do with it. What Ruthven had entrusted me to do with it.

"It did more than just protect our little gathering of mud homes and pens. It drove the wolves howling from the forests, snakes that were venomous and several large cats that we had not seen but knew of their presence. When the noise of the shield's instalment ended I knew that we were safe. I cried out, stupidly, that the village would be safe provided we stayed within the bounds of the shield's protection."

I must have revealed my incomprehension of why he believed he had spoken falsely.

"I should have said we would be safe to prepare ourselves for when we needed to leave the shield's protection. Just like the young ones today understood that the school was a Base Camp where they would prepare to take themselves out into the world. It took almost eight hundred years for people from the village to go to other towns and trade or seek new knowledge. Only those that had somehow been blessed by the power of the shield to manipulate the world around them and to gain knowledge and insight into the primitive science, mathematics and ecology of the world left. Seldom did they come back. Never did they leave behind similar to take their place." His telling seemed forlorn and guilt ridden.

"If no-one but the special ones left, how did your village survive, Chris?" I asked softly as I sat on the settee with a beer in hand and relaxed as he continued his historical tale.

"Ruthven saw my mistake. He knew that I had sealed my people in with my stupid declaration. He redirected travellers moving around the country looking to avoid invaders and strife. He even encouraged war weary invaders to abandon their arms and seek peace in our maze of valleys and mountains.

"We grew quickly and yet somehow we continued to thrive. The new families had skills we lacked. It was after a score or so years that I realised that not only Ruthven but the shield itself was attracting souls to us that we needed. Yet I had strolled through the land, as was my passion, and seen many a wagon trail that led away from our village. Horse tracks of armed men, I suppose, raiders and brigands diverted from the edge of where the shield reached. I could not explain it but I knew that only those of friendly character and useful to our growing village were being allowed to come within our boundaries.

"Even the appearance of the lusty Lord Carmichaels I believe was intended. I think it was to alert us to the fact that we needed to educate our young in a more structured way and to seek knowledge outside of our little patch of the world. As Jennifer suggested to you, it was also to rid ourselves of one that would not help us grow but lead us in debauchery. Francis Granger was not missed in the village or the world. The loss of Deidra and Leanne to Ruthven's bed was a small price to pay.

"Now we have found you, Princess and I know that you have a task to do and a big part to play in the future of this village and its special resources," he finished softly.

"His bed!" I exclaimed surprised at this ending to the tale that Jennifer had told me.

"They entertained him for several years with their inexperienced but enthusiastic bodies. They, unlike me, had come to him in fear and worry of the penance they would pay for killing Granger. When Mira and Ruthven sat with them and told them that they were simply following their instincts and their deep need to protect those weaker than them they decided to stay with their God, though he told them many times that he was not, and learn more. Part of their learning was to love, both Mira and he. Deidra had told him that she was unsure why Granger's cock had grown in his hand as he looked at her and why he would want to stick it up her dainty bum.

"Mira had believed, for a short time, that the girls' experience with death had broken the interior barriers that they had formed inside themselves about sexual activity. Deidra was shy but determined as she stripped away her clothing and revealed her beautiful body. Leanne was quick to follow and with Mira's love dollies they undertook an education in sexual pleasure that they declared they would not have found any other place.

"Ruthven could not help but become excited at their natural beauty and the innocence of their expressions as they both approached him and expressed a desire to touch his huge erection. They giggled together as they tried to suck him as Carmichaels had forced Emily to do. When they found that Ruthven was not going to force them to do anything that they did not want to do the girls found something of the adventurous spirit that had always resided within them but had remained locked away. They touched, they sucked and kissed and eventually their bodies reacted in ways that they had not expected.

"Mira told me that their howls of pleasure were loud and long as Ruthven eventually gave into their demands for him to fuck their dainty bums and take their virgin cunnies. They enjoyed his attentions to their inexperienced bodies and also enjoyed the sight of each other. It was not long before Mira took them to her bed and showed them the love of a woman. The two were enthralled at this new experience and expressed it verbally and physically often. However, they still had the need to learn and it was not long before Mira needed to limit their exploring before they found out secrets about her that she did not wish to reveal. The girls pledged that they would restrict their exploring and said that they would never leave and betray the presence of two such wonderful beings.

"However, they were always free to leave and eventually they did. He and Mira had shown them a world outside Little Prism and the pair of them left and went to the city. They established a little shop in the capital that bought and supplied rare books to collectors. In the end they were well known for being able to locate and purchase some of the rarest books ever published. But alas they never married and never had children that might have one day sought out their origins. It seemed that once away from Ruthven's and Mira's influence the controls that they had let loose returned. Like the others they disappeared from the timeline, even if they did live for another forty years longer than if they had stayed at Little Prism and had not encountered their God," he related and again his tone was of sadness.

"I need to make the same promise, don't I, Christopher?" I asked him as I sipped beer and decided that I was too exhausted from mentally reliving the pleasurable fucking I had received in my journey here and the two bouts of masturbation that it took to finally settle the perverse thrills I was giving myself knowing that such a handsome and sexual being now resided beside my own within my lusty mind.

"Yes, Brenda. To reveal Mira and Ruthven as alien travellers and protectors of this region would be a mistake. Not just because you would not be believed but because those that understand the powers of the prism, no matter how small or even incorrect they are, would not accept that something as unrealistic as an alien power has created them. Though Ruthven is not truly worshipped as a God those intelligent enough to think about it accept that somewhere along the line someone powerful or with a technology that was beyond comprehension did harness some sort of natural force to protect these mountains and valleys. To suddenly describe a spaceship hidden as a mountain and a brain enclosed in a complex matrix of fluids and electrical connections would cause many problems. One being that people could begin to earnestly search for these beings. Another could be that fear pervades their actions and thoughts. It would not take long for this to be leaked to the outside world and who knows what would happen if we suddenly had outside forces trying to crack open Little Prism's secrets."

I smiled to myself as I remembered such scenarios from my reading of many sci-fi novels and watching too many movies. There was no way that I was going to become one of those misguided fools that thought the world needed to know. Besides I was already finding the concept so alien, pardon the pun, to myself that I truly do not believe how I could ever convey such a story with a straight face let alone try to convince those in authority.

I nodded that I accepted my responsibility and voiced out loud that I was too tired to cook and I was hungry.

I rang Henry and asked if he could supply me with a takeaway meal from his wonderful kitchen. The man laughed loudly at my protest that I had had a big day with my new students and was being too lazy to cook.

"I told ya, Miss Hawkins that I would be happy to cook for ya if ever you were too tired to come out or cook for yourself. It will be my delight but you will owe me the pleasure of your company soon, Head Mistress!" he chuckled.

I promised I would and soon.

It was not until I was sipping tea after a meal of delicious stew that one of the local lasses had brought over from Henry did I realise that my mind resident still owed me one day.

"I do not, Princess Brenda. It took you a day to find Ruthven and you spent six days with your legs locked around his hips. It took another day for you to find your way back to your vehicle," he said smugly.

I switched on my tablet for the first time since I had come to Little Prism. He was correct. It was two weeks since I had left my old home at 5:00 am and set out on what I had estimated to be a three-hour drive. I giggled as I remembered Ruthven's love making and the warm smile on his lips and the intensity of his dark blue eyes as he slowly shifted his large cock inside me.

"Goodnight, Christopher. Do not watch me!" I growled as I stripped my dress off before sliding in between my warm sheets. I let my mind go quiet and I searched in my dreams. Dark blue eyes found mine in the darkness and his white teeth gleamed as I sprinted to be in his arms. "I am yours, Ruthven," I told him softly. It was the same phrase I uttered in my mind for many, many nights as I lay in the bed Daniel would not let me leave. Now I had a name and not just a plea to an unknown voice. I am sure my face held a smile that none could wipe from my face as I slept and dreamt of being safe in his arms.

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