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Subject: {ASSM} "The Adventures of Jade, Chapter 3" (F,f,Ff,ff,fff,reluc.)
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   ADVENTURES OF JADE

   (Chapter 3)

   By Hummmvee

   (tales of Lust, Depravity, and Seduction)



   Disclaimer: The following intellectual property is for entertainment
purposes of mature persons only.  Do not read this story if it is unlawful
for you to do so.  You may not use this story, nor any excerpts, for
commercial purposes; without the writer's consent.  You may post/re-post
the story if unedited, and if you meet all applicable requirements in this
paragraph.  The author does not condone any activity herein illustrated .
Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 
Regarding erotic writing: More often than not, fantasies should remain just
that; another's words: Don't try this at home.  Comments are encouraged and
welcome.



   Telluride airport is the highest commercial airport in the United
States. Astrid negotiated the area's dangerous curves with aplomb.  The
Ferrari F-60 was not available to the general public yet, but she managed
an advance copy.  She hardly drove it anywhere, as the mountains were more
suitable to four wheel drive.  Mostly, it had been sitting under cover
since May, when it was delivered from Italy.  But today was special.  She
wanted to make a good impression on cousin Jenniffer, whom she was picking
up for a relaxing vacation get-together at her home.  Jenniffer, the
gynecologist, was a long time friend, and Astrid was excited about finally
spending some time together.  It had been more than a few years since they
had seen each other.  A likely reason for all the excitement was the fact
that Astrid had her first sexual encounter with her cousin Jenniffer.  It
was all pretty innocent play really, but her body still held the memories.
They were close, and still spoke often, but had not gotten together since
Astrid's daughters were little.  'Why did Jenniffer pick this particular
time to take her vacation', wondered Astrid.  (Perhaps it was because of
the photographs of her beautiful young daughters, Jade and Jenna, that she
recently sent to her) She did not like to dwell on matters of suspicion,
and so she simply dropped the mental gymnastics and looked forward to this
surprise event.

   The Ferrari had 12 cylinders, and Astrid used them all.  Only a skilled
individual could tame six hundred and fifty horses.  The red blur was not
exactly 'low profile', and Astrid just HAD to let the ponies run.  There
was always the danger of a ticket, but one of the benefits of living in a
place off the beaten path, was knowing a lot of the local people.  Astrid
was confident that, should she be stopped for speeding, she could talk her
way out of it.  She knew a few of the local cops, and they were all eager
to give the Ferrari a go.  Satisfied that the odds were in her favor, she
accelerated to over a hundred as she got near the top of the mountain.  She
was thankful her (late) husband Colonel Bradley, had one year surprised her
with driving lessons at one of the fancy high-performance driving schools.
The knowledge was invaluable, especially if you were going to take the law
into your own hands.  The Ferrari twelve cylinder engine made a special
sound, not soon forgotten.  At over $500K, many might raise an eyebrow at
such an exorbitant purchase, but after her husband failed to arrive home
from the Gulf War, she had a lot of pent up emotions and energy.  She
focused on the girls and making money, but something had to give.  After
making her second million, she splurged on this car.  Yes, she felt a
little guilty, but the college fund was stoked, and she wanted to feel
alive again, and try and fill the emotional hole of losing the physical
presence of her true soulmate.  She even felt guilty that she did not miss
her 'Brad' more.  For some strange reason, she felt as though she would see
him again in this lifetime.

   The Parker family loved a good adrenaline rush.  The custom plate
(A-D-R-N-L-I N), said it all.  After scaring the crap out of some lame
tourists from the midwest (by blasting past them doing a hundred and ten),
Astrid settled the beast down to 50 or so as the runway and tower loomed
ahead.  This car always made her smile, and put her in a good mood.  It was
going to be a swell day.  She parked the red monster, and went inside.

   Being a half hour early, she checked the schedule, and went to freshen
up.  Astrid was wearing a very short one piece dress, in cobalt blue.  The
weather was still warm and it was sunny.  She looked at her reflection in
the bathroom mirror, and took inventory.  The spaghetti straps on her
shoulders were just a bit too long, and would keep falling.  She liked the
attention it got when she would have to readjust one or both straps.  Below
the hemline were stay up stockings in a sheer nude color, with 5-inch 'fuck
me' pumps (She had to take the shoes off to drive the car!) The dress was
just long enough to cover the tops of the sheer stockings.  As Astrid
admired her reflection, she wondered why she was slutting herself up, just
to pick up an old girl friend.  Her heart was racing.  Was it the Ferrari,
or her cousin?  A quick adjustment of her large braless melons, and to
freshen up the make up.  Gazing at herself, she thought her penetrating
eyes were her best feature.  They were a deep violet, almost purple, like
Elizabeth Taylor's.  She was told men have cum in their pants, just by
looking into her eyes.  She believed it, hell...she got pretty excited
looking at herself too, so why not anyone else.  Astrid had lips that were
fat and lush, with a permanent little upturn at the corners, giving her a
slightly mischievous look.  They really didn't need the glossy pink
lipstick she was now applying to them, but she wanted to go all out.

   As she was finishing up, someone else entered the bathroom.  Astrid gave
a quick glance in the direction of the door, before taking final stock of
her freshening up efforts.  The woman in her peripheral vision was maybe 5'
7", brown hair, trendy sunglasses.  She was very well proportioned from
what Astrid could tell, given the quick glance.  She wore black leather
pants, and a white expensive looking blouse.  In fact the whole package
screamed 'well heeled'.  Astrid had to take a second look, as her brain
interpreted and filed the observations.  The woman was maybe a size six,
very well stacked.  Astrid was no slouch in the boob department (being a
40D), but this woman had her beat.  There was something familiar about her,
but Astrid couldn't quite place it yet.  As the woman freshened up next to
her, Astrid caught a whiff of her exquisite perfume.  Although she lacked
the supermodel look that Astrid was blessed with, the woman could easily be
a model.  Astrid guessed that the woman was probably in her late thirties.
The stranger gave a cheshire cat smile as she dropped her gaze, and her
eyes met Astrids'.  'What a lovely smile' thought Astrid.  'Where have I
seen that face before?'

   "That dress looks absolutely stunning on you, if I may say so!" spoke
the woman excitedly.  Astrid knew that she had heard that voice before
somewhere.  This unsolicited compliment made Astrid take another look at
herself in the mirror.

   "Why thank you..."

   The woman had now moved up behind Astrid, and slowly...reached around
cupping Astrid's breasts in her hands.  Astrid was momentarily frozen to
the spot.  She was shocked at this stranger's boldness.  The woman gave
Astrid's 'professional size' bra-less tits in their black cocoon, a playful
squeeze.  In the mirror, Astrid could see the woman's grin broaden, and
lower her eyes so that Astrid could see them as well.  She spun around in
shock, somehow regaining her composure, and met the bold woman's still
smiling gaze, with her mouth hanging open, trying to speak.

   "Have you forgotten me so quickly young lady?" The familiar stranger
asked jovially.  Then it hit her.

   "Oh my gosh!  Jenniffer!!  Look at youuuu!!!  I didn't recognize you..."

   And they hugged heartily, laughing and trying to speak simultaneously.
Astrid's straps had fallen down, after the playful squeezing of her
breasts, showing good cleavage to her cousin.  They kept hugging
repeatedly, and each time the electricity became stronger, until they both
knew this week was going to be fun.

   "You are a bit early cousin!"

   "We had a tailwind, so here I am, a little early!"

   "It is so good to see you.  I hardly recognized you, not that you've
aged any since I saw you last!"

   "You too look incredible my young Astrid!!  It has been too many years.
Lets get my luggage, we can catch up en route."

   They held hands and giggled like schoolgirls as they made their way to
the baggage claim.  Being a tiny airport, there were no crowds, and the
baggage arrived quickly.  Jenniffer had only a couple of carry on bags. 
Each of them took one in arm, as they made their way outside.  Jenniffer
was thinking how responsive Astrid's breasts had been to her touch a few
minutes ago.  They were sooo firm, and the nipples began to harden almost
instantly.

   "I'm glad you didn't bring a ton of luggage, because I don't think it
would have fit in the car."

   "Car?  I thought you people all drove trucks and stuff, with lots of
cargo space?"

   "Yeah, mostly.  But I thought I'd break out the sports car for your
first visit.  We'll get home a lot faster, and since the weather is
good...I thought it would be more fun.  You'll like my new ride.  I don't
think I've told you about it."

   The red Ferrari was impossible to miss.  It stood out like a very sore
thumb.  When she saw it, Jenniffer knew it was the most decidedly red car
she had ever seen.

   "Don't tell me THAT'S it?!" She could tell from Astrid's grin..that it
was.  Jenniffer drove a nice luxo/sport BMW, but this beast was so over the
top that her Bimmer might as well be a Ford Pinto (remember those?).

   "You've got to be Joking Astrid?"

   "C'mon let's get you stowed."

   Astrid could tell that Jenniffer was impressed with the ride, at least
as much as another girl can be impressed by a car.  The luggage compartment
was pretty small, but the two bags weren't hardshell, so they eventually
got everything mushed down and secure.  The doors did not open in a
conventional manner, so Astrid had to 'stow' Jenniffer as well.  As she
closed the door, Astrid could not help noticing tha massive cleavage again.
Jenniffer moved like a dancer, and the leather pants showed off her other
assets beautifully.  She was definitely not a stereotypical gynecologist.
As Astrid climbed into the cockpit, it was Jenniffer's turn to observe her.
She noticed how Astrid's dress rode up, revealing sexy stocking tops, and a
large expanse of thigh.  She acted very cool about it though.  Her
sunglasses made it hard to tell, where exactly, her attention fell.

   The engine growled to life, like an angry tiger.  Astrid showed off
further by revving the engine, then popped the clutch.  The force of
numerous gravities pushed their pelvises against the body hugging seats,
and they were out of the parking lot instantly, leaving behind tall clouds
of white tire-smoke.  The single air-traffic controller had to stop all
landings while waiting for the smoke to clear.



   Jenna had slept in today.  School would start on Monday, and she was
savoring the waning freedom.  She knew she had the house to herself.  Her
sister, Jade, went to St.  Beave's Catholic School for girls today.  She
was the new Gym teacher there.  Jenna would be starting there on Monday, as
a 10th grader.  Jade would probably be gone all day.  Mom went to pick up
cousin Jenniffer whom Jenna did not really remember, but had spoken to on a
couple of occasions.  They would be back late afternoon.  She was going to
have some privacy today.  Jenna loved these lazy days of summer, and with
school just around the corner, it was time to let her hair down a bit.

   Jenna decided to take advantage of the fact that she was alone, and do a
little sunbathing on the balcony.  She had wanted to for a long time, but
was never alone.  She felt too embarrassed to sunbathe while her family was
around.  Jenna believed she was too pale, and could use a little color. 
She didn't really have any appropriate bathing suits, so she decided to
borrow one of her sister's.  She would wash it and put it back before
anyone returned.

   Jade's room was bigger than her own, and had the balcony.  She walked
around the room looking at her sister's knick-knacks.  There were a zillion
posters on the walls.  You would think that her sister was the younger one.
The posters and pictures were of Xena, Hercules, Star Trek, fast cars,
castles, wolves, beautiful scenic places, airplanes, Bruce Lee, military
items, etc..  She was like a big kid or something.  Jenna had only one
poster of an enchanted fairyland with unicorns playing and pixies flying
around amongst colorful flowers.  She looked at the different posters, as
she worked her way towards the walk-in closet.  When she finally arrived
there, she took in the smells of the space.  It smelled of her sister.  Not
overpowering, but discernable.  Jade was well organized.  More so than
Jenna.  Everything had its' place.  Eventually she figured out the clothes
filing system, and picked out a few things to try on.  Though Jade did not
consider herself vain, there were a lot of mirrors in the space.  Jenna
realized she would unavoidably bear witness to her own nudity.  It was
distasteful and exciting too.  A delicate balance of opposites for the
virgin fifteen year old.

   She stood now, looking at the body that was her.  Cute at the very
least. Majorly blonde, with thick, straight, and very long hair.  Solid
'killer B's" in the chest department.  A little too tall for her age.  The
overly blue eyes stared back at her, daring herself to expose more of that
perfect young complexion.  All the staring caused an inadvertent nipple
erection.  Parker family nipples were oversize, and overly sensitive,
especially noticeable without a correct bra.  When excited, they would
enlarge even further, causing quite the embarrassing moment.  Apparently,
Jenn did not have the 'correct' bra on today.  She felt very guilty, that
her own self could excite her so.  But with all the mirrors, what was she
to do?  No use dragging things out.  She would find a suit and go for a
quick tan.  Without further drama she peeled off her pink tee shirt, and
pulled down her grey sweatpants.  She stood only in her bra and panties
now, and couldn't resist another peek in the mirror.  Moments later, she
turned beet red.  She didn't know how Jade could dress each day, in front
of such an audience.  Off went the bra and (modest) panties without further
looking.  She was relieved that she had a skinny frame, because had her
body been overweight, she could never allow herself to do this, especially
with all the mirrors staring at her.  She put on a white lace bikini
bottom, that was more lingerie than bathing suit.  She could not help
seeing her tight virginal slit, still hairless, before it was covered
again. The tops she tried were all too big, but she finally found a white
stretchy thing that could pass.  By now her nipples were painfully engorged
and the material was causing pleasant friction.  She literally had to
squeeze and massage her breasts to relieve the tension.

   She then put some lotion on her body (without lingering anywhere too
long), and stepped out on the balcony.  It was some of the new Burning Bush
stuff from the Wicked Wanda Salon.  She did not know it had extra
properties!  There was a nice view of their back yard, with mountains in
the distance.  She checked for neighbors, who were only 75 yards on both
sides, and the coast seemed clear.

   The sun warmed her Goddess flesh, and made Jenna tingle all over.  In
her first efforts at an even tan, she tried several positions, changing
after about 10 minutes in each.  Finally she settled on her back, and
relaxed enough to doze.  In no time at all, she was fast asleep.  The
tainted Thai tanning oil began to lower her inhibitions, and make her
horny. Jenna dreamt of faeries and medieval times.  She dreamt of her
father, who was only a distant memory these days.  In this particular
dream, he was a knight in shining armor, and she needed to be rescued. 
Perhaps she was a sacrificial offering for a dragon?  She looked down in
the dream and noticed that she wore a flowing white dress, sheer and light.
Would the rescue be in time?  She had only her hope and faith, and she
still knew she was only dreaming.

   She heard, what must have been the dragon, roar and breathe fire in the
distance, setting a nearby wood to flame.  And then she saw her father, the
knight in armor, riding in slow motion towards her rocky outcropping.  He
rode a black Fresian warhorse, which was covered in plate armor.  Even the
dust rose in slow motion.  Suddenly the dragon appeared in the southern
sky. Red and black, and all scaly he was.  Hard to miss against the blue
cloudless sky.  It spotted the rider, who seemed oblivious to the danger
from behind.  The flying beast tucked in his bat-like wings, and went into
a speed dive, black talons extended.  Jenna screamed a warning, but no
sound was heard from her lips.  She tried to wave her arms in warning, but
they were bound.  The dream had become a nightmare, and she was lost in it.



   The world looks very different at a hundred and fifty miles an hour. 
All that matters is what is ahead.  Astrid was really kicking the Ferrari
in the ass.  Certainly, it could go a lot faster, but these were mountain
roads.  Though the altitude robbed the engine of a good portion of the
power it might have had at sea level, there was still enough to put a smile
on two beautiful faces.

   The windows were open, so it was very windy inside.  Jenniffer could see
Astrid's dress buffet around.  It was hard for Jenniffer to ogle the driver
at this speed, as the view outside was competing with her view inside. 
Eventually she put her trust in Astrid, and decided to check out her pilot
instead of worrying about the driving.  Astrid had to focus on the road, so
she could not see the level of satisfaction she was providing to Jenniffer.
The wind would do crazy things in the cockpit.  The straps of Astrid's
dress had long since fallen, and her cleavage came and went from view as
the wind pushed and pulled at her.  Once, Jenniffer saw a fat, engorged
nipple atop a large areolic expanse.  Her attention briefly diverted south,
to where a lot of thigh action also came and went.  The stocking tops were
fully visible now, with an occasional flash of nether.  Obviously the pilot
was sans underwear.  Jenniffer squirmed in her formhugging seat, getting
sweatier in her leather pants.  Experiencing such loveliness and being
actively teased like this, made her wonder why she had waited so long to
visit her lovely cousin.  Jenniffer could see why they called this road the
million dollar highway; it was the views.  They were both home in no time
flat.



   With a loud clang, Sir Bradley was snatched off his steed, before he
knew what had hit him.  The plate armor bent and buckled around him, but
otherwise the damage to his flesh would have been instantly fatal.  The
beast beat his wings again, and gained altitude, the former rider in its
grip.  The red dragon circled around as it ascended, and as it neared the
post where the virgin was bound, it released its' prey to fall to the
jagged rocks below.  Again Jenna screamed but no sound would come.  The
figure plummeted near her, and then loudly crashed into the rocks, not 20
yards away.  Logic told young Jenna, only a superman could have survived
such a fall.  Indeed as the dust settled, there was no movement from the
fallen knight.  The polished metal was now bent and splattered with blood.
The dragon made another aerial pass over the sacrificial mound before
descending to 'take' the virgin.  Jenna struggled to free herself from her
bonds.  Though frightened, she still had faith.  As the dragon landed
nearby, the wind kicked up around Jenna, causing her to close her eyes in
fear.  Her white dress waved and snapped about her like a flag on a
flagpost.  Her eyes remained shut, but she could hear the beast move
steadily closer.

   She wanted to keep her eyes tightly shut, but something unusual began to
happen.  She started to feel a power surge coursing through her veins.  The
feeling was one of rage and something else she didn't recognize. 
Eventually, the new feelings overcame her natural fear.  She now wanted to
die fighting, rather than to quietly acquiesce.  She focused on this new
feeling, and her fear completely vanished.  She opened her eyes to face her
enemy.  The beast was slowly closing, checking her out.  It was close
enough to smell.  It did not smell good.  It's eyes were like that of a
mutant cat, and it had many long whiskers around the snout, that it used as
a sensory organ.  Jenna could not understand where these new feelings of
fearlessness were coming from.  Normally, she was shy, reserved, and a
scaredy cat.  Under the circumstances she should have been dying of fright,
but she felt this inner strength that was coming from somewhere and
seemingly not from herself.

   The beast sniffed the air around her.  The whiskers extended forward,
lightly touching her all about.  They felt like a dozen large spiders,
crawling all over her.  The dragon's scales seemed to change color,
becoming more irridescent.  Judging by the low purring sounds, Jenna
deduced that the Dragon was pleased with her.  The whiskers were as thick
as a finger and very dexterous.  Waving around her bound body, they began
peeling her dress off her body, and she could not stop this olfactory
assault.  (It seemed the beast had some experience at this) Obviously, he
was NOT a virgin.  That is when Jenna noticed the offending object the
dragon was sporting.  At first Jenna thought it was another smaller
creature, but soon enough she realized the gargantuan beast was getting an
erection!  Only this erection was longer than she was tall!  It continued
to engorge, and grew threateningly close to her pretty face.  The smell
made her cough and gag.  Eventually it waved and bobbed inches from her
lush lips.  It was sharper than a man's penis, and much more disgustingly
veined.  A slimy substance oozed slowly from the business end, undoubtedly
pre-cum.  Jenna knew she was so very tight down there, the ten inch
diameter would surely rip her in two.  She was still very much a virgin,
never even having put a finger down in there.  It would be so unfair to be
taken this way.  She knew what boys supposedly liked to do with their
hardons, and it was terrifyingly worse with a giant beast.  So why was she
not more frightened?

   She had thus far, been deftly relieved of all her flimsy clothing, by
the insidious tentacles.  The beast seemed poised for what he came for. 
That is when a blood curdling growl came from the depths of the impassioned
animal!  The rush of air from the dragon's breath, blew her back tight
against the post, and made her realize, for the first time, that she had
been skillfully stripped!  The giant penis lunged at her.  She struggled to
parry.  But something was wrong.  The massive penis began rapidly
shrinking, and that is when she realized it was no longer attached to the
dragon.  The animal was clearly enraged now, and it breathed a loud, bright
plume of fire into the sky.  The noise was deafening.  The beast reeled
backwards, off balance.  The wings flapped erratically, as it tried to
launch into the air.  Jenna looked at the oozing penis, which had now
shriveled to a mere two feet long, one end of it showing it had been
forcibly, and surgically removed.  As the dragon began to lift off the
ground, the rush of air blew the bloody penis off the sacrificial
outcropping.  Her eyes fixed on the dust obscured human silhouette now
visible, where the dragon had stood only moments ago.  The armored figure
held a bloody sword defiantly, and struggled forward.  The man was clearly
injured, but the dragon and his sporting activities had been curtailed. 
She knew now where her sudden feelings of bravery came from.  They were
being channeled from her father.  The energy was consciously willed to her
to alleviate her terror.  She had a sudden realization just then.  Bravery
was not really fearlessness, but rather the facing of terror with resolve
and a clear head.

   "Daddy you're alive, You're alive!!!" Screamed Jenna, her voice finally
finding her.

   Astrid and Jenniffer pulled into the driveway at 1313 Aspenvail Lane. 
Astrid had made the trip in record time.  Jenna of course, would not be
expecting them for another 90 minutes or so.  Cousin Jenniffer helped
Astrid wipe down the Ferrari with a moist chamois, before a cover was
pulled over the prancing horse.  The ride was titillating to say the least.
Both ladies were in an adrenaline sex rush.  They giggled merrily the whole
time, seemingly comfortable with each other, even though it had been ages
since their last contact.  Jenniffer was the older, yet she felt like a
schoolgirl again.  Seeing so much of Astrid's body revealed by the wind,
brought back all those horny girl/girl memories and experiences with
Astrid. It was something begun, that was never finished.  The air was
pregnant with the possibility of resuming their fun where they had left off
some twenty years ago.

   "Did you see the look on that guys face in the Corvette?" Jenniffer was
of course referring to their recent drag race, where they toyed with
another driver, before blowing him away with the flick of the wrist and
push of the heel.  He must have thought his new car was in reverse, the way
the girls gunned past him.

   "He sure looked pissed when you allowed him to eventually catch up with
us!"

   "Typical male, cousin...too much testosterone and not enough brains to
see when he's outmatched!"

   They stepped inside, and Astrid called for Jenna.  No answer.  The
minivan was still in the garage, and Jenna did not officially have a
learner's permit, but she did have some private tutoring by her mother. 
Astrid made her way upstairs, looking for her daughter.

   "Why don't you get us drinks girl, while I hunt down my little
daughter." She pointed to the Sub-Zero as she passed it.

   "Long-Island's OK?"

   "Yeah, whatever you know how to make well will work for me."



   Jade drove like the wind.  She didn't want to be late for her first day
on the job.  How could she have dozed off at the salon like that?  She
wasn't feeling tired at all.  And why didn't Chrissy inform her of the
time? The girl knew about Jade's schedule.  Why was she feeling squishy
between the legs, like she had no underwear on?  The answers would have to
wait, as the parking lot came into view.  Not a moment too soon!  She had
several minutes to get inside before she could technically be called
'late'. The security card opened the gate to a teachers and staff parking
area, away from the general parking.  She found her space, and to her
amazement and pleasure, her name was painted on the curb.  Grabbing her
bag, she beat feet to the teacher's entrance.

   The building was impressive.  Neo-Gothic in style, probably a hundred
years old.  The old nuns that ran the place closed up shop when enrollment
remained low, and they were cited for code violations.  The place was up
for sale for half the year, when an investor bought it, and decided to
reopen it after all the necessary upgrades had been done.  By the looks of
the place now, someone spent some serious bucks upgrading the building. 
The steep copper roof and the arched windows gave the place a 'Munsters'
kind of feel.  Brick, stone, copper, perfect proportions, and nice
landscaping gave it a 'bucks up' look needed to draw the area's upscale
residents.  Yet tuition was very reasonable.  How did they pull that off?
Not to mention a decent starting salary!

   Jade made her way up the wide granite stairs, taking two steps at a time
(good for the glutes you know).  Jade thought the place had a wonderful
feel to it.  She just hoped her co workers would not prove to be the 'flies
in the ointment'.

   There was a party atmosphere inside.  Someone had decorated the place
with balloons and ribbon.  A number of people were ambling about.  They
were all women of course.  Everyone was well dressed but casual, and to
Jade's surprise, the people were quite good looking.  There was pizza and
beer, and pastries and such.  Jade always had an eye for detail, so little
escaped her scrutiny.  She noticed the disguised metal detector on the way
in, and some security cameras.  All added, since her interview.  She
thought it overkill, since they were in a small town and in a low crime
area.  Oh well, better safe than sorry with all the recent school
incidents.

   She checked in at the office, (barely on time) and got her information
packet.  The secretary seemed quite young to Jade, perhaps only 21 or so.
She wondered how someone so young landed a position like that.  Usually,
secretaries were older bookwormy types.  This girl looked more like a
receptionist or something.  After a warm but plastic welcome speech, Jade
avoided the party goers, and made her way to the gym.  She just wanted to
check out her new dig.  The gym was in the basement, and apart from the
rest of the classes.  There were officially two floors above her, and some
restricted areas on the third floor.  At least according to the map she was
looking at.

   Finding the Gym Jade was elated.  The place had been re-fitted with
state of the art gear.  Basketball, a climbing wall, an elevated track, a
weight room, ropes, and of course the shower area!  It was one of those
open affairs.  Jade's heart skipped a beat as her mind scenarioed some of
the lewd possibilities.  She continued on to her office, and was surprised
at it's luxury.  A nice area for paperwork with all the latest office
equipment.  Her own private shower area, and jetted spa tub with seating
for a dozen people!  The place was so laid out, that she started giggling
out loud.  A very happy first day for Jade.

   Sister Mary was principal.  Her private office was on the third floor.
Though she wore the traditional penguin outfit, she was no sister at all.
Well actually she was the sister of the woman that headed the board of
trustees for St.  Beave's Catholic School for Girls.  That being 'wicked'
Wanda, Chrissy's mother.  Two extreme lesbian ladies in a place of power,
where their sick fantasies would surely play out.  Mary was the older,
being in her forties, but still a tight package under all the flowing
robes. Few of the teachers or staff knew any of this.  Sister Mary was only
a figurehead for the 'Catholic' part of the school name.  Although it was a
religious organization prior to the takeover, today it was only a front. 
You see, the applicants were carefully screened by Wanda and Mary.  They
were looking for pretty girls with high naivette, and preferably damaged,
or single parent families.  Their questionnaires flagged girls with the
desired qualities, and in some cases, they recruited from other schools. 
Many of the girls had potential same sex preferences.  The low tuition, and
easy financing allowed them to quickly build a student base, after being
sans operations for several years.  St.  Beave's took on seventh through
tenth graders.  An affiliated 'finishing' school handled the eleventh and
twelfth grade girls.  They offered accelerated graduation programs there.
Though most of the staff were actually accredited teachers, some were not.
The teaching staff was also carefully selected, using similar criteria that
Wanda had developed during her PHD.

   Jade sat down in her new office, after giving the place careful
scrutiny. She went over the required guidelines.  The list was long and
strange.  Every aspect of life at the school was covered somewhere in the
manual.  It seemed corporal punishment was approved of and encouraged.  The
parents all had waivers on file at the school, regarding teachers and staff
administering spankings.  The spanker was actually encouraged to spank in
front of the other students (as a deterrent), and was allowed to administer
the punishment to a bare bottom!  How embarrassing Jade thought.  There was
even a hierarchy among the staff, so that a teacher could get disciplined
like the kids!  Jade imagined being spanked by the principal in front of
her class.  She couldn't believe such a thing could happen.  Laughing to
herself, she did not think a rule like that would ever get invoked (how
wrong she would be!).  Another odd thing, at least to Jade's mind, was the
constant music on the PA.  It was not loud, and the music was pretty much
elevator music, but it was constant throughout the day, and it was
everywhere you went, including in the bathrooms!  According to the
manuscript she was reading, it would continue when the actual students
began their classes.  There was a lot of stuff about giving up your privacy
rights in this joint.  Jade had to agree to all the terms, before she would
be 'official'.  She was not comfortable with a lot of what was in the
rulebook, but she wanted the job badly.  She had to sign on the dotted line
in front of a witness.  Off to the offices she went.

   A lot of teachers were mulling about in the hallway, and in the office.
Jade sensed a lot of eyes checking her out.  She was not comfortable with
crowds.  Mary, the principal, took Jade under her wing and helped her get
the contracts submitted.  Mary wore the traditional dark blue and white nun
outfit.  She really stood out in it, reminding everyone that this was a
religious organization.  It was hard to tell what her shape was, underneath
all that cloth.  Jade could only see the dark brown almost black eyes, and
that the principal was of average height.  The dark eyebrows suggested that
she was a brunette.  Her manner was curt and business like.  She did not
mince words, and Jade could see that everyone respected her.  Actually, it
looked to her more like fear!

   Jade was given a bunch of keys and pass cards.  The roster she got a
peek at, suggested small class sizes and a surprisingly light enrollment
for the year.  She did not mind this one bit.  It would be nice to start
out slow, and build some experience first.  That's when she noticed the
cool redhead.  Everyone noticed her.  Jade had not seen this person before,
but judging from the expressions on some of the other teachers, they had.
She wore a white nurse's uniform, only it was obscenely short.  The redhead
seemed very well proportioned.  Full red lips, and greenish-blue eyes. 
Perhaps 5' 8" without the heels.  She had a powerful stride, and the heels
clacked loudly on the granite tiles of the hallway.  She was headed
straight for the group of teachers, who suddenly had stopped talking.  Jade
noticed that a few of them looked down, almost as if they were trying to
avoid having their eyes meet hers.  The nurse wore a pair of tiny
sunglasses, which made it hard to see her eyes unless she tilted her head a
certain way.

   "Everyone, this is nurse Shannon Obanyon.  Most of you have already
gotten your physicals done earlier in the week, so no introduction is
necessary.  The rest of you need to follow nurse Shannon to the medlab.  As
you all have read, the excellent health coverage you will receive here
requires certain tests before the coverage begins.  Nurse Shannon will
administer the tests and paperwork to the insurance company on you behalf.
It's all quite painless, so let's get a move on!" Principal Mary
Silverstein spoke with authority, as she extended her hand in the direction
of the resident nurse.  Only four of the teachers had not yet had their
examinations by the nurse.  Jade noticed that besides herself, it was the
art teacher, the music teacher, and the French teacher.  There were only
about a dozen teachers in the whole school, with an additional several
dozen staff.  The background music played on, while the hidden subliminal
messages droned on 'Obey...obey...obey...obey...' Jade and the remaining
three others seemed a little uncomfortable about this situation, yet
somehow they felt as though in a dream, when you wanted to run but
couldn't. The feeling was like lambs to the slaughter.  Nurse Shannon
turned on her heels, heading back to the nurse's station, with the four
following in tow.  Jade watched the hips in front of her swish and sway,
with exaggerated motion.  'Definitely a sexy walker' thought Jade.  The
white uniform was extremely short, and the high heeled boots were of the
midthigh variety, in a patent white leather.  The single vertical seam in
the back of each boot drew your eye upward to the magnificently hard ass
above.  Jade wondered if nurse Shannon was a true redhead.  She caught
herself thinking that and mentally rebuked herself for the wanton thought.
The background music proved effective at silencing the alarm bells that had
gone off in each of their four brains.  Jade had noticed the orange pin on
Shannon's lapel.  She and most of the other teachers had green lapel pins.
In her guidebook she remembered this signified a kind of rank.  Everyone
had to display their pins at all times.  Red was higher in rank than
orange, green seemed lowest.  Someone of lower rank had to obey a superior.
Failure was grounds for immediate dismissal.  Jade and the other four all
noticed that orange pin, shaped like a cross, and wondered how this strange
system might play out.  The guidebook did not explain how one advanced in
rank, or why such a militaristic thing was even necessary.  None of them
were veteran teachers, and none of them had any religious training.  They
were all quite surprised to have even been hired here.

   They walked what seemed a long way.  Jade was continually amazed by the
gothic lines of the architecture before them.  The ceilings were higher
than they needed to be, and the ornamentation would be unheard of today. 
And why was her pussy getting so wet?  Why weren't her panties working? 
For whatever reason, all four seemed to have had something trigger
uncontrollable vaginal secretions.  Of course the background messages
screamed out in secret: 'wet pussy...wet pussy...wet pussy...'.

   A particularly deserted and isolated part of the school housed the
nurse's station.  They followed the nurse through the frosted glassed door.
Jade and the other three looked around the strange office, uncomfortably.
The nurse showed them into a sterile looking room with the typical medical
equipment you might see in a hospital.  Like everything in this school,
this place was also well equipped and modern.

   "Why don't you girls get to know one another, while I get things ready."
The suggestion came out more like a command, but the four seemed
comfortable just to know the nurse would be gone for a spell.

   "Izznt she kreepy!" French teacher spoke while shaking her body like she
had goose bumps.  Jade had not paid much attention to her comrades yet, so
she took this opportunity to check everyone out.  The name tag read Renee.
Frenchie was about 5' 7" tall, maybe 110 pounds.  Her eyes were hazel and
very expressive.  Her hair was long, brown, and tightly curled in that Dyan
Cannon perm.  Her boobs were in proportion with her frame.

   The art teacher nodded agreement, with a shy smile, and a shake of her
head.  Jade could see her name was Jane.  A skinny blonde with pleasant
features, maybe 5' 4" tall.

   "I don't believe we've all been formally introduced.  My name is Suzie
Quinlain.  I'm the music teacher." Everyone shook hands and introduced
themselves.  Jade noticed how Suzie's breasts quavered when they shook
hands.  They were much larger than her own, yet seemed firm.  Of course
you'd expect them all to be firm.  They were all just barely out of
college. They chatted up a little storm in no time.  Jade found them all
either very pretty, or at least pleasant looking.  None seemed to have any
real teaching experience, and all felt lucky to have landed such good
paying first jobs.  The French teacher was REALLY from France, and the
music teacher fresh from Joliet Academy.  Renee seemed the most outspoken
to Jade.  Suzie seemed like a very deep person, while Jane the art teacher
seemed too shy to peg.  Jade could see that they were all a little
impressed with her 'Amazonian' stock, and the girls were all secretly
checking each other out.  Jade was going to try and play it cool.  Even in
the infirmary, the music played through the PA speakers.  No one could hear
the messages though.  It seemed here they were disguised within disco
music. The subliminal messages droned on: 'You are safe here...obey
superiors...all is well...  safe here...."

   The sudden sound of the door, and the re-emergence of nurse Shannon,
reminded everyone why they were there.  Did the nurse just lock the exit
door?



   Back at the Parker log home, Astrid was looking for her daughter Jenna.
She found her finally, on the balcony.  'This is a rare sight!' thought
Astrid to herself.  She seldom caught her youngest in a position of semi
nudity.  Of course she and Jenniffer had returned from the airport earlier
than expected.  She chuckled to herself that Jenna was too shy to even
sunbathe when the family was around, but was not surprised she took this
opportunity, given the sudden privacy.  She greeted Jenna from the doorway,
expecting her to jump for the nearest towel.  But Jenna was asleep.  This
gave mom time to digest what she had just seen.  Jenna was wearing her
sister's lace underwear, which left little to the imagination.  The panty
had slipped down her pelvis somewhat, exaggerating the size and development
of her pubic mound.  They were just a little too big in the fit department.
The stretchy green top was also a bit loose, but understandably so given
the sister's different bust size.  Jenna must have been asleep quite some
time, as she was starting to get red.  That's when Astrid notic the heavy
sweat everywhere, and she looked somewhat in distress.  Astrid approached
closer, and realized she was asleep and dreaming.  It looked like a bad
dream.  She decided to wake her from the nightmare, and get her inside
before she over did it.

   "Jenna honey, wake up...You're having a bad dream..." Astrid had sat
alongside her daughter, and lifted her lithe form off the chaise lounge. 
The commotion had brought Jenniffer to the scene as well.  She held the
drinks, and stood in the doorway to the balcony.  She couldn't believe how
sexy Jenna had grown up.  Perfect body for a fifteen year old.  Long,
thick, shiny blonde hair.  Standing behind her concerned host, Jenniffer
could see down Astrid's dress.  As she tried to wake her daughter, her
breasts jiggled pleasantly.  Jenniffer released a fresh batch of cream into
her overworked panty thong.  Luckily leather didn't leak easily.  She saw
Jenna's loose fitting panty had ridden low on her hips.  She could discern
no pubic hair.  This excited her greatly.  She loved getting young,
pre-pubescent girls to examine at her practice.  Sadly it was a rare treat.
Astrid had a real winner here.

   "Wake up honey....you're just dreaming.  Mommy's here now!"

   Jenna was a little delirious.  She began speaking, but it was
unintelligible at first.  Astrid sensed Jenniffer's presence, and turning,
she asked her for a cold compress from the bathroom.  Putting the drinks
down, her cousin tried to find her way about, and eventually succeeded in
the task.

   "Why don't you wipe her down with that!" Instructed Astrid, concern in
her voice.  "Not down there, her face!"

   "Oh sorry.."

   They could understand what she was saying now.

   "You're alive....daddy you're alive!!!"

   Both women looked at each other.  Jenniffer knew the family history. 
Everyone avoided that subject usually.  It had been a happy union, and a
fruitful marriage before Colonel Bradley was taken from them.  It was
unfair for the girls to grow up disadvantaged with only a single parent. 
Slowly, Jenna's eyes opened.

   "Mommy?"

   "Yes honey, mommy's here.  Everything is going to be all right."

   "Oh mom, daddy's alive, I know he's still alive..."

   "Hush now honey, you were just having a tiny nightmare.  You're gonna be
OK.  Everything is all right!"

   "I know all that, but no...I think daddy's alive, no I know he's
alive...He was sending me energy in the dream.  He has to be alive......I
miss him so!" And she erupted into tears.  Cousin Jenniffer got all misty
as well.

   Jenna looked into Astrid's eyes and saw the doubt there.

   "You don't believe, do you?"

   "It was just a dream honey..Daddy died in the war..."

   Soon the overwhelming doubt on her mother's face crept inside of her,
and she too began to doubt the unlikely possibility.  This brought fresh
tears, and a stronger flow.  The sadness turned to anger, and she jumped
up, heading for her room.  She was startled briefly by the somehow familiar
sexy stranger in the cool shades.  Momentarily she stood frozen, like a
deer in headlights.  Before bolting past her.  Jenna had to grab the
underwear before they slipped completely off her tiny teenage butt.  As she
went past Jenniffer tried inhaling her unique ferromones, causing a raised
eyebrow from Astrid.  She jumped up after her young daughter, but her
cousin grabbed her by the arm.

   "Let her go.  She'll be all right.  Give her some space.  You can talk
to her later, when she calms down."

   Astrid scrutinized Jenniffer's face.  'Was she right?  Yeah, probably
so' She tended to overcompensate and overmother.

   "Let's finish our drinks, and we can both talk to her later.  You know I
did a stint as a psychiatrist before specializing in gynecology.  She'll be
all right...she's a big girl!" They both sat down on the balcony, and
Jenniffer proposed a toast to the week ahead.















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