Boarding School Encounter 09 Henrietta Molested by the Nanites
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My heart beat in fear as Peony, one of my new friends, had a metallic tentacle jutting from beneath her gray skirt of her school uniform. It was similar to the purple tentacles undulating from my pussy, except it was made of segmented metal, the end bulbous and smooth. It lunged for me while Merita, the alien possessing me, screamed a warning in my mouth.
“Connect,” all the women who had invaded the classroom said in unison, their feminine voices curiously flat, reminding me of the voice in Merita’s crashed spaceship, her computer.
Nanites, I gasped to Merita. What are they doing in Peony?
I didn’t understand what was going on. I barely understood what nanites were. They were inside of me, repairing my broken neck. It was why Merita had to possess my body, to keep me from rejecting the nanites or something. They were supposed to be smaller than a speck of pepper and yet were little automatons. It didn’t make much sense to me.
I was still recovering from my wonderful orgasms at the end of Nurse Paige’s wonderful, mechanical vibrator. The huge machine had made a dildo hum in my asshole, driving me wild with pleasure as I devoured Nurse Paige’s delicious snatch. The rest of the class watched on in delight, masturbating, curing their hysterics, embracing the wonderful things we were taught at the Kensington Boarding School—sapphic pleasure.
And then a group of women flooded into our classroom ... They all had metal tentacles jutting from beneath their skirts. More of those shiny appendages appeared to connect each woman together. They moved in unison, spoke in unison, and sent their tentacles seizing my classmates in unison. Tabitha, my lover and new friend, was wrapped up by Tansy, Tabitha’s red hair flying about her head as she shuddered, being fucked by the tentacle. Nurse Paige, her blonde hair dancing about her face, groaned as Adrianne’s tentacle reamed her cunny. Christine, another of my new friends, was seized by Darcy, an older girl.
And Peony came for me. The small, petite, shy girl. The delicious doll whose cherry I popped in the bath this morning now had a tentacle. We parted not long ago, maybe a quarter of an hour. She went to her next class with Tansy, while Christine, Tabitha, Leonora, and I came to this one.
Leonora gasped, her crimson hair sweeping behind her, as she was seized by Miss Maurine’s, the arithmetic teacher’s, tentacle. It rammed beneath Leonora’s skirt, and my friend let out a moan of pure delight as she was fucked.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Tabitha gasped, her freckled face twisting in delight.
My small, naked breasts heaved. My pigtails trailed before me as I backpedaled, Peony’s tentacle writhing and undulating through the air towards me. I acted with instinct, knocking her tentacle away with my own, deflecting it into a desk.
Peony cocked her head. “Don’t you want to connect with me, Henrietta?”
“Yes, yes, yes, Etta,” gasped Tabitha, her fingers clenching on her desk, her ass humping back into Tansy’s thrusting tentacle. The brunette moved behind my friend, lifting her skirt up to stroke Tabitha’s rear directly. “Connect with her.”
Don’t, Merita shouted in my mind. My alien lover trembled in my thoughts. The women are all connected serially. The nanites are infecting them and turning them into processing units. This is what I was afraid of.
I didn’t understand what any of that meant. Merita’s civilization was so far beyond 1890s England’s technology But I heard the urgency in her voice as every girl in the classroom was seized by the tentacles, connecting, being fucked, gasping and moaning.
I wrapped my purple tentacles around Peony’s. I shuddered, the metal warm as it slid through my appendage’s grip. My tentacles were sexual organs, as sensitive as my nipples. Pleasure coursed through my body, flooding down the appendages and into my pussy.
I moaned.
“Just connect with me, Henrietta,” Peony said in her sweet voice, her fingers squeezing at her small breasts through her white blouse.
“Connect,” the other women linked together said in unison.
“Oh, Lord almighty, yes,” Nurse Paige moaned, lying on her back on her desk, her breasts, popped out of her corset by my tentacles, jiggling. They were large, delicious.
Focus, hissed Merita.
I blinked, nodding my head. I strained against Peony’s tentacle. It slid through the grip of my tentacles, trying to get to my pussy. Peony let out a soft sigh, pinching nipples through blouse and her camisole, twisting her nubs. My own nipples ached.
... connect... a feminine, mechanical voice whispered in my thoughts. It wasn’t from Merita, and it wasn’t from Peony. I could read minds, especially those I was close to. I caught bits of Tabitha’s mind screaming her passion as the tentacle fucking her cunt brought her closer and closer to her orgasm. But this voice was strange. And it came from Peony.
It’s the nanites, Merita supplied.
... connect...
... must connect...
... need more processing power...
... must find the voice...
They’re searching for the ship’s computer, Merita gasped. We need to get to my ship. You have to escape.
“How?” I blurted out loud. I wrenched the tentacle from me, tossing it to the side while shuddering, pleasure racing up to my pussy.
Peony stumbled and caught herself on the desk. I darted away from her, racing towards the wall opposite the room’s entrance. The only door into the room was crowded with the linked women. This was as far away as I could get. I pressed up against the large window that overlooked onto the ground, twilight falling, the window cold on my naked skin. It was the last class of the day, and in an hour or so, darkness would fall. Already, fog gathered on the distant moor.
Peony’s tentacle darted at me again. I seized it with two of mine and twisted it up. The metal appendage slid across my stomach and reached my small breasts. It contracted about my mound, pulling it tight, the bulbous end nudging my nipple, sending more delicious pleasure through me.
“Connection is so wonderful,” Peony murmured.
“Wonderful,” the other women said in unison, their voices excited.
Gasps and moans echoed through the room. All the other girls were writhing on their desks, tentacles reaming beneath their skirt. Tabitha had her blouse opened, squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her camisole, her nipples fat and hard. They all moaned and shuddered, the room smelling of hot cunny.
My pussy clenched about my four tentacles thrusting from the depths of my sex. My clitoris ached. The stroke of the metallic tentacle on my nipple sent pleasure through me. Peony stepped up to me. Her hands reached out, stroking my sides, moving in, her lips so wet.
“Connect with me,” Peony moaned.
I had to find a way out. My back squeaked against the window pane as Peony leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue pressed into my mouth as the tentacle struggled in my appendages’ grip. It wanted to enter my pussy. She teased me, stroking my sides with her deft fingers, her lips so wet. I wanted to feel her tentacle fucking me. It was so wonderful. So delicious.
She tasted so sweet. Smelled so amazing. Juices trickled down my thighs and tentacles. One of her hands slid across my hip, tracing down to my pubic mound. She touched my golden curls, stroking through them, and then found my clitoris.
... connect...
I jumped. Despite the wonderful pleasure Peony’s delicate finger stirred on my clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles, I couldn’t surrender. The alien voice whispering through her mind, controlling her, wanted to enslave me, too. To hook me into the serial processing.
Slaving your mind to the nanites so they can understand more. We have to get to my ship.
I planted my hands and two of my tentacles on Peony and heaved her back. It caught her by surprise. She stumbled back, tripping on her skirt. She fell on her backside with a low grunt as I turned around, staring at the window. I found the pewter latch holding it shut. I flicked it with one tentacle while the others pushed the windows outward. It grated. The cold, evening air rushed into the warm room, shooting across my body. The scent of grass and clammy rain swirled around me.
I gasped in shock.
Go! Merita shuddered in my mind, frightened.
I planted my foot on the casement and hauled myself up. It was a short drop to the grass below. Luckily, Miss Marilynn’s classroom was on the first floor. I took a deep breath and went to leap.
But before I could, Peony’s metallic tentacle pressed between the cheeks of my butt and pressed into my sphincter. My eyes widened as the slick metal pressed my asshole open, burning pleasure shooting to my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head as the metallic tentacle rammed deep into my bowels.
... connect...
“Connect,” Peony moaned in unison with the voice.
“Peony,” I gasped, pleasure rippling through my body. The tentacle reamed me, the small gaps between the segments providing stimulating ridges as it pumped in and out of me, teasing my sphincter and bowels. My tentacles writhed and twitched as the heat roared through me.
Jump!
“Yes,” I shouted back at Merita, tensed my legs, and—
Peony seized me by the waist and yanked me out of the window. I gasped, my bare feet hit the floor, my torso still hanging out the window. My pigtails dangled past my head as I groaned, hips moving, the tentacle sliding in and out of my bowels. It felt so good.
No, no, you have to fight, Henrietta. Don’t surrender.
My eyes fluttered. My hips undulated. The tentacle reaming me felt wonderful. Stupendous. I groaned, arching my back, my bowels clenching down on it. Peony’s hand reached underneath me, stroking to my clitoris, rubbing the little nub.
I gasped as the pleasure flooded me. It was so good. So delicious. The hot pleasure surged through me. I let out a panting moan. The tentacle drove in and out of me faster and faster, the ridges teasing me, building my pleasure.
“We’re connecting,” Peony moaned.
... connection forming...
“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, her finger driving me wild. I looked over my shoulder at her, Peony’s face twisting in rapture as she, too, enjoyed sodomizing me with her tentacle as much as I enjoyed being buggered. My own tentacles surged out, ripping at her dress. Cloth tore, her small breasts bared to me, nipples hard, pink buttons. Her black hair fell about rosy cheeks.
She moaned as my purple tentacles assaulted her nipples, rubbing over them, savoring the feel of her silky skin and hard nub. The sensations ran down my tentacles into my pussy’s depths, joining the burning bliss of her tentacle reaming me. Pleasure crashed across her face. She moaned, shuddering in delight.
We both were. I rocked back into her tentacle’s thrusts, ignoring the window’s casement digging into my stomach. My small breasts jiggled beneath me. I sent my other two tentacles to play with them, wrapping about my small breasts, massaging my nubs.
“Oh, Lord, Merita. So good.”
They’re trying to connect to you. You can’t let them, Henrietta. Please, fight.
“Can’t! So good!”
“Yes,” gasped Peony. “Connecting is wonderful.”
Her finger danced on my clitoris. Her tentacle pumped so fast. I could feel her orgasm building in her, hear it dancing in her thoughts We were both driving to our release. I bit my lip as my cunny clenched tight about my tentacles. All the wonderful sensations mixed, churned inside of me. I was lost to the bliss. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t fight the wonderful bliss of her tentacle fucking my asshole.
We’re lost, wailed Merita.
I came.
“Yes!” I moaned, my bowels clenching down hard on the reaming tentacle. “Yes, yes, yes, Peony. Oh, your finger ... You’re so wonderful. Oh, wow. You’re driving me wild. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, wow. Oh, Lord, yes!”
Motes of light swam before my vision as I trembled while leaning out the window, pigtails swaying like pendulums. I screamed out across the school’s grounds. The hot, juicy pleasure shuddered through me. Waves lapped at the shores of my mind with wonderful bliss. I trembled.
... connecting...
“Yes,” Peony moaned, her finger pressing hard on my clitoris.
... connection forming...
Peony moaned as she came. Something squirted from her tentacle into my bowels, invading me. I gasped, my body bucking. The pleasure burned so hot through me as the feminine, monotone voice whispered directly to my mind.
The nanites were in me.
Merita shuddered in her host’s mind, writhing with Henrietta as the girl orgasmed. Then she felt the nanites squirt into Henrietta’s ass, flooding in from Peony’s tentacle. The computerized voice invaded Merita’s thoughts.
“ ... connection forming...”
Panic seized the alien. The nanites spread through Henrietta’s body, programed to change her, transform her mind into a processing unit and her body into a physical connector. Merita couldn’t let that happen. She had to do something.
“End routine,” she shouted at the nanites’ voices. “Authorization Merita. Password: LatthosaHove91*.”
The nanites invading Henrietta’s body hesitated, processing her command. Would it work? They weren’t connected to the rest of the network of women. Yet.
“Routine ended. Connection process halted.”
It worked. The nanites recognized her command password. A plan formed.
Peony let out a shriek and the tentacle ripped out of my asshole. “Connection failed,” she shouted as she stumbled back, her tentacle writhing and waving before her. “Connection failed.”
“Reestablish connection,” the other women said. And it just wasn’t them. But my lover Tabitha, her eyes staring at me, Nurse Paige, Christine, Leonora, all the girls of my classroom spoke, too. They were united now like I almost had been.
Jump! Now! We have to get to the ship!
Trembling, my body buzzing from my orgasms, I obeyed. I scrambled up onto the casement and leaped out. I flew through the cold air and swallowed. I was so high up, floating at the apex of my leap. The window was maybe five feet from the ground. But then I went and jumped hard and...
Pain flared in my ankle as I hit the cool grass. I rolled forward, my tentacles retracting inside me as the pain and cold shocked the buzzing pleasure out of me. I tumbled onto my back, groaning, my ankle throbbing.
Get up and run, Henrietta.
I twisted my ankle, I panted back.
I’m sending the nanites to heal you.
Warmth flooded in my ankle. I groaned, forcing myself to stand. It hurt, and I limped forward. Behind me, Peony jumped out of the window, her ruined blouse and camisole hanging about her shoulders, her naked breasts jiggling. A silver tentacle connected her to Adrianne and the teacher with the dirty, green dress who both followed Peony. Girls clustered at the window.
Good, that will slow them down, Merita said. They can’t all come through. They’re a branching serial connection. I’d say up to four women connected to a single port.
You mean a person?
Yes.
I limped faster. It was slow going. I hobbled across the lawn as the girls slowly trickled out the window, moving in a specific order as they fanned out across the ground. The heat swelled in my foot, driving back the pain, letting me move faster.
Stone groaned and grated. Glass shattered. I threw a look over my shoulder. The other windows in the classroom were broken, shards of glass glistening on the grass below. Metallic tentacles wrapped about the sections of stone wall between the windows. Girls pressed into the windows, adding more tentacles.
“What are they doing?” Henrietta gasped out loud as her heart hammered in fear. She didn’t feel the cold air on her naked body as she forced herself to limp faster, moving to almost a jog.
I think they’re—
A great, horrendous groan filled the night. Masonry cracked, crumbled. The tentacles pulled the wall inward. The stone wall of the school crumbled, chunks falling down, dust billowing. I blinked in shock as the rest of the girls and teachers flooded out the shattered opening, my friend Tabitha’s red hair near the front.
They ran at me.
I gave a frightened squeak and discovered I could ignore the pain in my ankle as I ran across the grass.
... must reconnect...
“Reconnect,” Tabitha said with the other girls and teachers united through the tentacles. She could feel all their minds, knew all their experiences. She had sampled the lesbian passions of the teachers, their years of enjoying the young sixteen-, seventeen-, and eighteen-year-old girls who passed through their school, showing them sapphic delights under the guise of curing their hysterics.
She longed to have that same experience with Etta, to share all. She loved her blonde friend. Tabitha was so glad the blonde had pricked her cherry with those wonderful tentacles, and she wanted to return the favor. Squirming in her pussy a new tentacle grew, sprouting, eager to connect like the other fifty units wired together.
And Etta had rejected them.
That confused everyone. She shouldn’t have rejected connection. Peony had achieved her orgasm and injected the nanites. Etta should be united with them. Tabitha raced across the grass, moving in unison with the other units, staring at Etta as she darted ahead of them, her blonde pigtails flapping.
Her gorgeous rump shaking.
“Connect with her,” Tabitha said, her nipples and clitoris aching.
... reconnect...
“Reconnect,” all fifty-one of them shouted.
I let out a shriek as all the girls chasing me spoke in unison. Every time I glanced behind me, they were still racing after me, connected by their tentacles, the ones at the front, including Tabitha and Peony, had their metallic tentacles undulating before them, eager to grab me and fuck me.
The pain in my ankle faded as I ran. But soon my side hurt. I sucked in breaths. My throat ached and my chest heaved. My legs burned. I wasn’t a runner. I had never raced so far in my life, and my stamina flagged.
Keep going, Merita urged.
Getting tired. Need to rest.
They’ll catch you.
“Reconnect,” the women and girls said in unison, their voices booming behind me.
I know.
I forced myself to keep running, but the split in my side hurt worse and worse. My leg muscles burned so hard. They were rubbery. I couldn’t keep this up. And we were only halfway to the crashed ship.
Not going to make it, Merita.
You will.
And then something happened inside of me. The pain in my legs faded. My lungs no longer burned. I could breathe and run and keep moving, all my exhaustion banished from me. I stretched out my legs, running faster and faster, drawing away from the mob chasing me.
What did you do?
Used the nanites to banish the lactic acid build up in your muscles and stimulated your adrenal gland to send a rush of stimulant through your body.
I blinked. What?
I gave you more energy. Keep running.
I did. I flew across the grass, pumping my arms, reaching towards the crater where her ship crashed. I could see the hole it made in the grassy field, but not the ship. She made it invisible, hiding it from other humans.
“Reconnect!”
They were close behind me, their nanites keeping them running as fast as I was. But I was at the ship. I reached the crater and scrambled down the side, small stones cascading down before me and then hitting the side of the invisible craft and bouncing.
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