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"If someone else got a hold of you I would have come for you." Damien's next statement caught Kenzie off guard. She laughed, "I was born as a werewolf, I was referring to when I turned for the first time fully. I turned fully at fifteen and it was the first time I was able to control my wolf." Perhaps males were different. Her body felt her own emotions and his; it was different and a bit scary. She gazed up at him; he was the most handsome male she had ever been close to. Each pack had their own rituals and binding ceremonies. She wondered what his packs were and when they would undergo the ceremony.

Hazel eyes lifted to his, she wanted him and soon, the nervousness she felt subsided and wondered what it would be like to truly be with him. Sex with a mate was supposed to surpass all others but the fact that she could picture him with another hurt. She laughed softly, "I only wanted to take you away so you could know it was me. But a walk around the lake might be romantic." Her tongue slid out and along her lips to moisten them. She pulled his head down to hers, her fingers tangling in his hair as her lips pressed to his. The hunger evident in her action before she moved away from him and stripped to slide into her wolf form.

The black furred wolf ran, the speed with which she ran took her to the lake before she stopped her head tilted, hazel eyes scanned the area before transforming back into her human form. A bright smile across her lips as she stepped into the summer warmed water. It moved over her skin, wrapping around it and causing goose bumps to rise up on her tan flesh as she giggled and dove under its warmth.

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Damien chuckled at the thought of being saved by his mate. "Not to say you aren't capable but it would have been very embarrassing for me. Being future alpha and all and getting kidnapped would have killed my pride." But seeing such beautiful female rushing in hell's fury right behind her put a smile on his face. Damien had been born with the ability to shift into his forms though he was told it was common. But apparently it wasn't as common as he thought it was.

Damien felt the nervousness in his mate's body leave and it felt like he was letting go of nervousness as well. "Well if wanted me you could have just approached me and talked to me. But I do appreciate taking me away it was kinda sexy." He watched her hungry eyes as he was pulled in for a kiss and it felt like electric. It lit up his insides and he felt on fire and he was ready to take more of her but she turned away from him fluidly. He watched as she undressed and his eyes were drawn to her body. She was the picture of perfection through his eyes.

He wasn't far behind her and he was taking off his clothes as well. He was naked and his muscular body catching the light as he was turning into his wolf form. He was on all fours in his black fur with his gray-white underbelly. He followed be hind his mate watching her form from behind and shifting back to his human form. He watched as she entered the water and his eyes devoured her body in its glory. He ran after her and just dove right into the water.

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Kenzie came up out of the water her muscular form gleaming in the moonlight as she stood. Her pert breasts on display for her mate as he rose from the water, his hard body gleaming just as hers was. The heat that welled up in her body was scorching, but she wasn't ready yet. Her virginity was too special of something to give away on a mate that wasn't yet fully committed. Allowing him to approach she smiled, the dimples on her cheeks standing out from the brilliant smile she gave him. "I tried approaching you, you ignored me for that blond bitch Stacie." She splashed him and dove in the opposite direction.

Her deep breath allowed her to go further into the deeper water. She screamed when he pulled her underwater dunking her. She kicked away and toward the shallower water where he tackled her gently laughing. She sputtered for breath and gasped as her lungs filled with air she gazed up at him, her hazel eyes burning in to his brown as their nude bodies came together in the shallow water. A soft hitch in her breath as well as heart beat quickening were the only indications of how he affected her. Her hands stroked his strong chest, the chest of her mate as he pulled her to the feet.

The water hitting her at the hipbones as they held one another. The strong pull of her soul to his was enough to make her get on all four on the shore and have him take her as only he had the right to. Her lips found his and she parted her mouth to him accepting him as hers. The heat between them built until it was almost painful to pull away, but she had to. "I want you to plan an evening for us... something romantic. I want you to prove that I am important, that all those other girls meant nothing to you. Yes I know, we are mates... but I need you to show me." She stroked his hair off his face, "Can you do that?"

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Damien put up a hand when she splashed him and he dove right after her body. When he had caught up and managed to pull her under for some retaliation but she kicked away. His strong legs flicked through the water moving him back to his mate faster. When they reached the shallow water he managed to tackle her and pin her to the shore. He kept a firm hold on her this time but it wasn't a tight grip. Just more of an affectionate hold to make sure she couldn't escape his love.

Her hazel eyes drew his to focus on them and gaze deeply into them. He'd actually hurt her without meaning to. He felt ashamed of himself for even being able to not recognize his mate in the same building as him for so long. But he planned on making up for lost time. His heart rate increased with hers as well and her touching him didn't help much. Her slightest touch made him give in to his deepest desires and cravings. He got up slowly bringing his mate with him and he held her within his arms.

As her lips met with his his heart almost skipped a beat. There was a deep fire that was building and she managed to break their kiss quickly snuffing it out. It caused a deep rumble in his neck in disappointment he couldn't resist nuzzling and kissing her neck. She gave him a chance of redemption and he took it. "To make up for my past mistakes I can do that for you my love. I can show you that any other woman dulls in comparison to you." He held her tighter wanting her body to be fully in contact with him at all times. "How does this Saturday sound to you? We'd just have to get through tomorrow and then our romantic evening could start."

He lifted her up to look directly in her eyes again. "I want you to know that I'm yours completely and only yours. Just as I know your mine and completely mine." He smiled briefly before leaning in and kissing her passionately again before unlocking their lips. "But first I wanna enjoy this night with you. I want to go back to the cabin and at least share the same bed as you."

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As well as hearing, Kenzie could also sense and see his disappointment when the kiss broke off. It had to be this way. She wanted him desperately it wasn't as though she didn't feel the connection, even telling him no her body was saying yes. Wetting her channel in preparation for his member and her breasts beading up in their aroused state. As he held her tight to him, she shuddered and whimpered softly, like the yip of a female wolf in heat. NOT that he couldn't tell, her scent had changed, "Saturday sounds fine to me." She stated, wondering how school would go.

Kenzie smiled softly up at him as his intense brown eyes froze her to the spot she occupied for the moment. The hazel orbs widened as her body drug along his as he lifted her. She nodded as he spoke and whimpered when his heated lips left her wanting more. She laughed, "That can be arranged, how about lets head back, I have some things for dinner but I am more tired than hungry. I think sleeping next to you will be nice. However clothing might need to be required, I think you have put me into my first heat." Her eyes bore into his. This meant if they didn't mate soon every male would be attempting to soon.

Once he placed her back on the ground she smiled and raced him home transforming again on the cabin porch before stepping inside. It was cozy; the metal bed was adorned with rose petals and had a few candles surrounding it. "I tried to make it special but just for sleeping I think I out did myself." She slid his shirt on his body with her panties it was comfortable. "I have salmon in dill sauce with asparagus for dinner. My parents are excellent cooks but my favorite diner put these together for me so I hope you like it."


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"Like a rock," Grace answered as she started on her breakfast. She tried to keep the conversation light, talking about the weather, asking Amy what she had done while she was away, that sort of thing. For a little while, she wanted to pretend that it was just another normal morning and that she wasn't wearing a magic ring that made her a slave to other's whims. Still, every glance at her hand gave her a slight pause. The glow had faded now, and it looked like just another ordinary piece of jewelry. If anyone other than Amy ever discovered what it could do, it had the potential to turn her life into a living hell.

"You know, if it hadn't been for the ring, I don't know if I ever would have kissed you like that. Or..." she trailed off, blushing again. "You know, the rest of it. Still, I'm kind of glad we did. It was... nice." She looked down at her plate, picking over her food while she waited to see how Amy would respond. She didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she didn't want to give her the wrong idea either.

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Amy leaned forward on the table looking right at Grace. She seemed to be smiling or giggling to herself as she chewed on the last piece of bacon. It was almost as if she had a secret that only she knew. She swallowed and leaned back to drink her orange juice. "What would you like to do today?" It was almost peculiar how Amy was acting. It was more than just a normal morning. For the first time in months, she had what seemed like a lover and she wanted it to stay that way with Grace.

When the two women were done with their plates, Amy stood up and picked up Grace's plate and added it to her own. She walked back into the kitchen to dump the plates into the sink and start on dishes. As she walked, she made sure to sway her hips a little. She was, after all, still wearing small pajama pants. She didn't check to make sure Grace was even looking. She got started on the dishes. Luckily, nothing was left of the delicious breakfast.

[User] "Do you think we could just stay home and take it easy today?" she asked. She'd typically did all of her adventuring in other countries. When she came home, she led a much more boring life, something she'd been criticized for in the past. She noticed Amy swaying her hips and something stirred in her; the after effects of the 'fuck me' command, perhaps. "You're killing me," she muttered under her breath.

[Assistant] When the dishes were all said and done Amy came up to Grace and gave her a hug. "If you want to relax today then that's fine, we can do that. Just let me know if you need anything." Amy let go of Grace and stretched herself in front of the woman, more of her midriff showing as the tank-top came up. She wrapped her arms around Grace's shoulder and looked right at the woman. "I'm gonna go ahead and take a shower," she said before giving another quick peck on the lips. As she turned away, she looked at Grace as if she was silently telling the woman to come up with her. Amy didn't want to have to say it out loud and force Grace to do it, but it would be nice if her friend was willing to do it on her own. She turned and left Grace with one last look of her swaying ass as she made her way upstairs and into the bathroom.

[User] Grace bit her lip as she watched Amy walk away. It was obvious what she wanted, and the fact that it wasn't in the form of a command made Grace want it too, in a strange way. She got up from the table and went upstairs, stopping just outside of the bathroom. She took a deep breath, steeled her nerves, and stripped off the rest of her nightgown. Then she opened the door and stepped inside. "Amy... I'm ready for you," she said.

[Assistant] Amy had just taken off the thong she had been wearing and was half way in the shower when she heard Grace call. Amy had a smirk on her face as she held up a finger and motioned her to join her. She then stepped inside the shower and the warm water consumed her. She did it, she managed to attract Grace without giving a command. She felt confident that she could have any woman, but she didn't want just any woman, she wanted Grace and now the woman was coming closer to join her in the shower. Amy waited for Grace and she would welcome her friend with a big passionate kiss.

[User] Grace dropped her underwear and stepped out of them before joining Amy in the shower. She was still hesitant and self-conscious without being given a command, crossing her arms over her chest. She planned to let Amy take control, if not with her words, then with her actions. Looking Amy up and down, she bit her lip again. Somehow she had never noticed just how sexy her best friend was.

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Amy was happy to see Grace step into the shower with her. She wrapped her arms around Grace's neck and gives her a light passionate kiss. She stared into Grace before succumbing to her own emotions and kissed Grace harder with her tongue swirling about the other's and sucked at the woman's bottom lip. Her hands slowly worked their way down to Grace's lower back before pulling away from her kiss. "I want you Grace. I can't stop thinking about you and I can't see myself being with anyone else ever again."

She turned around towards the glass doors that encaged them in the shower. She stuck her ass out as she let a hand hold Grace behind the neck and guide her towards a pair of wanting lips. She kissed her friend again, this time keeping their lips locked. She guided one of Grace's hands down across her belly, but just above her wet womanhood. She broke the kiss long enough to say, "I want to be treated like one of your lovers. Don't hold back, tell me what to do, it's my first time with a woman. If you need me to do anything, to command anything... just say the word." She let her hand against the back of Grace's neck caress the side of her neck.

[User] As Amy kissed her, Grace gradually grew bolder, kissing her back with just as much passion. She followed her lead, moving to wherever her hands wanted her to. And now that she'd been told, it was easy for Grace to let go of her reservations. "Don't move. And don't say a word. Let me show you how I treat a lover," she whispered. She pushed Amy's hair to the side and kissed her neck and collarbone, sliding her hand between her legs. She started slowly, teasing her clit between her fingers as the water washed over them. Once she felt Amy was ready, she let her fingers slip inside of her, finding her g-spot right away. Her breasts were pressed against Amy's back, rubbing against her and steadying herself with her free hand against the glass.

[Assistant] If Amy wasn't already turned on by the whole situation she would have been right then and there when she heard Grace give her own commands. She let out a quiet moan as she felt Grace's lips press against her neck. It was going to be hard not to say a word, but if Grace had to obey every command, then she would try her best to make things even. A hand went down between her legs and Amy's hand followed, but she let Grace do all the work. She bit her lower lip whens he felt the water lubricate those fingers as they rubbed against her slit, but when the fingers entered hitting her sensitive spot, she moaned in surprise and pleasure. "Right there... right..." but Amy shut herself up remembering Grace's own command. She could feel Grace's breasts pressing against her back. Her own breasts were pressing against the glass. Her moans were fogging up the glass as Grace continued to stimulate her wet pussy.

[User] Grace let her other hand move down between Amy's legs, rubbing her clit while she fingered her. Their bodies pressed together as the steam rose around them. Grace's breath was hot against Amy's neck as she grew more and more excited. A small part of her was starting to miss her cock, but she knew she didn't need it to please her new lover. Fingering her faster, she curled her fingers up inside of her pussy. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered.

[Assistant] Amy moaned out from her lover's request. With Grace stimulating her clit, there was no way she would be able to keep it in any longer. She felt her body spasm as she came all over Grace's fingers. Her fingers clasped over Grace's hand to prevent her from pleasuring her sensitive area any longer. She was panting in the shower, the hot air not providing much as steam rose all around them. "So this is what your lovers feel. You are so amazing," Amy said. She turned around and faced Grace. "Tell me what you need, my Grace, so I can satisfy you."

[User] Suddenly, Grace knew what she wanted more than anything. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. Once Amy stepped out, she wrapped her arms around her and kissed her fiercely. Even after they parted lips, she didn't let her go. "I want you to order me," she blurted out, before she had a chance to change her mind. "Take control of me. Make me yours, please. I need it more than I've ever needed anything else in my life."

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Amy was shocked by Grace's request. She wanted to be controlled? The very thought of Grace being controlled by anyone was appalling. She always saw Grace as the strong type who didn't take anything from anyone. She was, in all terms, a free spirit who went where her passions carried her. Still, Amy was glad to hear the truth from Grace, even if she was forced to tell her. "Fine, you want to be controlled, then dry yourself off and put some clothes, we're going shopping."

Amy dried herself off and put on some clothes, brown shorts and a green shirt. Her shirt was just small enough to expose some of her tummy whenever she moved about and certainly when she bent over. By the time Grace was done, she was ready to go. She told Grace to get in the car and off they went. Amy took her to a lingerie store. Before going in, Amy said, "Yesterday you bought me a dress, today I buy you some cute panties. You may pick whatever you want." Amy knew the ring might cause Grace to go crazy with the shopping, but Amy knew Grace could use something new and have fun doing it.

[User] As soon as Amy spoke, the magic of the ring took effect, compelling Grace to do whatever she was told. She got dressed in a pair of tight, fitted jeans and a blue tank top. Amy had always teased her about not having any sort of fashion sense, and she wondered if her friend intended to fix that today. When they arrived at the store, Grace nodded as she heard her instructions. The ring barely felt warm now, perhaps sensing that she was more willing than before. Either way, it still forced her out of the car and into the store to look for something she liked. She was looking around for a while before a pair of panties caught her eye, and her first thought was that she would never buy something like that for herself, but before she knew it she had picked them up and was showing them to Amy. "I want these," she said, blushing.

[Assistant] Amy smiled as Grace came up with a pair of panties. If Amy had to be honest with herself she thought they were very kinky. "Very well, my Grace, you will have what you want." Amy took the pair of panties to the register and paid for it there. When they got back later, she would be sure to have Grace put them on. When they were done at the store, they got back in the car and Amy started driving. She wasn't quite done yet, there was still one more place she wanted to go. It was an adult toy store. Amy didn't have any toys, she always relied on her partners to stimulate her and was never into masturbation. With Grace, there was a whole new world of possibilities. She didn't give Grace any commands, she simply walked around and browsed at what toys would be interesting to try out. The clerk at least noticed the pair and smiled to herself trying not to seem noticeable.

[User] Grace blushed as she followed Amy through the store. She glanced at a few items, but none for too long, and she certainly didn't move to pick anything up. The couple of sex toy purchases she'd made in her life had been online specifically so that she could avoid places like this, and even then she'd only bought the simplest of vibrators. Still, she couldn't help but be a little curious about what Amy had in mind. It wasn't until she noticed the clerk looking their way that she said anything. Leaning close to Amy, she whispered in her ear. "I think that woman is staring at us," she said.

[Assistant] Amy smiled as she took a peek at the clerk who just looked away. "Well, maybe she thinks we're a cute couple. Why don't you go ask why she's staring," Amy said with a giggle. She temporarily forgot about the curse when she made her request. Still, it would give her a little bit of time to browse the store. For sure, she was going to buy simple things, a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, some massaging lubricants, even a vibrator, although the one she had picked out was rather complicated. It not only vibrated, but it seemed like the inside rotated providing extra stimulation. It also had a little tail coming out for extra pleasure. In hand, Amy also took a double sided dildo and a pair of vibrating panties, for Grace to wear on their nights out. Amy also contemplated a strap-on. With Grace's consent she could always command her to grow another dick, but what if Grace wanted the same pleasure too? Amy thought she could use the double sided dildo for the same effect and took the rest of her items to the register.

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While Amy shopped around, Grace went straight to the clerk and addressed her directly. "You've been staring at us since we came in. Why?" she asked. It came out ruder than she would have wanted it to, but she was bound to the letter of the order, whether the person giving it meant it that way or not. But her bluntness must have caught the woman off guard, because she could only stutter and give a flustered apology in response.

"I'm really sorry," she said, worried she had offended them. "I shouldn't be so rude. I was just thinking that you have a really sexy girlfriend."

Grace smiled shyly. She hadn't thought to call Amy that, but after what they talked about, she kind of was. If anything, the word girlfriend wasn't strong enough. "It's okay. And I'm sorry I snapped at you," she said. She blushed and leaned in closer to the clerk. "She is pretty sexy," she added softly.

Once she realized Grace wasn't upset, the woman began to smile again. "You're pretty sexy yourself," she said flirtatiously. "In fact, you should put on a show for us. It would be good for business." That was all it took. By the time Amy made it to the register, Grace's shirt was on the floor, her pants and underwear were around her ankles, her fingers were in her pussy, and the clerk's jaw was on the floor.

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When Amy returned, she had to wonder what was going on with Grace and then she remembered the curse. The clerk must have said something in the form of a request or command and Grace had to do it. Amy felt compelled to stop Grace right then and there and start apologizing to both of them. Amy shouldn't have let Grace wonder off by herself, but there was something erotic about the whole situation. She leaned in on the counter and said, "Well, you did ask for it." Then she took a look at the clerk. The woman wasn't bad looking, she certainly pulled the goth look off well. If Amy didn't have Grace, she definitely would be hitting on the woman.

"I bet you want to see me too, don't you?" she said to the goth clerk, trying to make her voice sound as seductive as possible. Amy got on the other side of the register and turned Grace around to face her. She got down on her knees and lifted her shirt right up over her head. She took one last peek at the door to make sure no one was around and then said, "You have to tell my partner to get down if you see anyone coming, kay?" She finished taking Grace's underwear off her ankles and spread her legs apart. She could see the beautiful flower between the woman's legs and she was going to get a taste of that nectar.

Amy pressed her face between Grace's legs and stuck out her tongue. The first taste was amazing, she never realized that a woman's body would taste so good. She kept flicking her tongue over Grace's slit and tasting the sweet juices within. When she backed away to look up at Grace and catch her breath, her lips were plastered with Grace's deliciousness. She licked her lips and said, "Mmmm, you taste amazing my Grace," before going back in for more.


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Grace tried to say something back, but as soon as Amy had said something her stomach felt like it was in knots. She was filled with a sense of dread as her hand grew hot once again. She could feel herself beginning to change and her pants started to feel tight. "No, please no," she whispered as she ran back into the dressing room and shut the door behind her. She undid her jeans with shaky hands and was mortified by what she saw when she pulled them down.

She fixed her pants quickly and tried to look as if nothing strange had happened. Still, there was a quite obvious bulge in the front of her jeans and her expression was distraught. Even with everything happening, she stopped to pick up the dress and paid for it, her hands shaking as she gave her credit card to the cashier. She had no choice. Once she was in the parking lot, she ran straight for Amy's car and jumped into the backseat. "Look what you did!" she shouted. Without warning, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees, revealing an erect phallus where her clitoris had been. "You have to change me back, now!"

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Amy saw Grace quickly walking to the door through the mirror in her car. She wasn't surprised to hear the door open in the back and Grace come in, but she was surprised by what Grace showed her. Amy's eyes went wide as her mind tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why Grace had a man's penis between her legs. She wondered if Grace had always had such a thing, but she had never heard of anything like it. She was pretty confident in her knowledge of a woman's body and how it was supposed to mature and she couldn't think of any reasonable explanation at what she was looking at.

"Is it... is it real?" She finally asked as she reached a hand and touched the tip. It was warm and she could feel the veins pulsate on the hardened member. She heard Grace's plea and she was back to reality. "Wha... what do I do? Should I touch it, will that make it better?" Her hand wrapped around the head of the erect member and slowly began to slide her hand up and down the shaft hoping somehow that her action would make everything all better.

[User] Grace gasped and moaned involuntarily at the new sensation. "I don't see how that could possibly make the situation better," she said. Still, she didn't make any move to stop her. She couldn't deny that it felt... good. She struggled to think, trying to ignore the fact that she was, in essence, receiving a hand job in the back of Amy's car. "It showed up when you told me to grow a dick. So tell me to do the opposite."

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"Are... are you sure? You seem to be enjoying it..." Amy licked her hand and wrapped it around the entire length of the shaft before stroking it up and down. She didn't know what to think. If everything Grace had told her was true, then all she had to do was tell the dick to go away. Grace seemed to be enjoying so what was the point in stopping? She looked around out of the windows to her car. No one was around, or at least staring at the car. "Tell me you want more," she said teasing. If she could tell Grace what to do and she would actually do it, then she was going to have a little bit of fun. At the very least, this strange occurrence would make for the kinkiest sex she would ever have.

Amy positioned herself around as she kept stroking Grace's weird appendage. She looked up at Grace before letting her lips wrap around the hard member. She went down deep going all the way to the base. Amy had experience with men, this she could do, even if it was weird, but women she had no experience with whatsoever. She bobbed her head up and down along the shaft making sure to coat it with saliva. Somehow, this was all turning Amy on. The situation, how weird and strange it was, was making her wet.

Amy decided enough was enough. She pulled herself off of Grace making a loud pop as she left the hard cock. She climbed into the backseat rocking the car as she did so and stumbled around to make room. She looked at Grace, she was breathing heavily from how erotic the situation was and gave her next command. "Take my pants off and fuck me." There was no time to think about what she said, she was in heat and she needed the sex right now. Whoever this pharaoh was, he certainly had the right idea by making such a magical ring.

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"Ohh, I want more," Grace moaned as Amy stroked her. It felt so foreign to her, but she was loving every moment of it. And then, when Amy started to use her mouth... when it was over, she was almost disappointed. That is, until she was climbing into the back seat with her.

She couldn't believe what she was being told to do. But she didn't have a chance to argue. Her body was moving on its own as she pulled off Amy's pants and underwear, throwing them into the front seat. She grabbed her by the hips and turned her around, putting her on her knees, and got behind her. Gripping her new cock by its base, she slid inside of Amy, thrusting hard and rough. Even without considering the change to her anatomy, she never had sex this way. She was normally a slow and gentle lover, but now she was fucking Amy like she was possessed. Her breasts were pressed against the other woman's back through her shirt and she bucked wildly against her. Soon, she felt a strange pressure growing in her groin as her member throbbed. Before she realized it, she was having an orgasm. But even after she came inside of Amy, and after the pleasure became so intense it hurt, she couldn't stop herself.

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Amy yelped in surprise as she was being handled by Grace. She was flipped on her knees and she placed her hands against the window. She looked outside to see if anyone was coming by. She thought she saw movement, but it didn't look like it was coming their way. She moaned loudly as Grace entered her. Only now did she wish she had turned the car on to let the music drown out her moans.

Grace was rough and commanding with her body. Amy never had a lover perform this way, it was fantastic. Then she felt it, she felt Grace cum inside her and her face grew red as she felt that important moment when that hard member inside her began to pulsate and shoot its hot cum into her body. Amy never thought anything of it other than pleasure and she wanted more, she wasn't done yet and neither was Grace. She felt her body moving forward from Grace's power, no doubt the car was also rocking. Amy couldn't contain her moans, never had a man been so physical when making love to her. "Please..." Amy began, "...touch me." Amy reached around and took one of Grace's hand and placed it against her clit. Her body moved as she felt the extra pleasure hit her. "I want to cum... I want to cum so badly." Amy kept her hand against Grace's and it didn't take long for Amy to scream out in pleasure as she had her own orgasm. She felt her juices leave her body and surround the hard cock inside of her.

She was panting heavily, her hands against the window which had fogged up from her own heat. She could feel Grace's cum inside of her swirling around and a red streak was still across her face as she made love with Grace for the first time. "That... was amazing," she said as she tried to lay down on her stomach in the cramped space provided.

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Grace could sense that Amy was done, and was finally able to let go of her and pull away. She sat with her back to the door, trying to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around everything that had just happened. If it wasn't for the fact that everything was so vivid, she would have said she was in a dream. But no. This really was happening.

Looking down at Amy, half naked and panting, she almost became aroused again. But there was a sense of disconnect. She knew that she was the one who did that to her, but it felt like it had been another person in her place. And the worst (or best) part was that that was the best sex she had had in years. After a few minutes, she was finally able to recover enough to speak up. "Okay, you got what you wanted. Can you change me back now?" she asked.

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"Oh yes, you're right." Amy said turning her head to look back at Grace. Her eyes were half closed. The pleasure was so great and so intense, she could have just passed out right then and there and slept a good while, but she clung to consciousness and stayed awake. She sat up in the car, someone was walking across much further down the garage. Amy looked down at the cock and said in a mystical voice, "Oh great and magical cock will you please go away!" Amy watched intently. "So this ring really makes you do everything asked of you." Amy took a deep breath and said, "Never leave me. I want you by my side, to love and be loved. I will take care of you." She took Grace's hand and gave it a squeeze for comfort.

Amy realized that Grace's cum was beginning to drip onto the seat. With a squeal she began to dress herself in the tiny space of her car. "Come on, we have to get you home." After they dressed, Amy began to drive out of the garage. She paid the fee and left the airport. "So tell me... were there any other magical rings or was it just the one?"

[User] Grace scowled at the silliness of Amy's voice, yet somehow, it worked. The muscles in her abdomen clenched and unclenched, and before her very eyes, her body returned to the way it was. She dressed herself, but stayed in the back seat, mostly out of exhaustion. And when Amy told her to never leave, there was a flash of ring from the light, and Grace knew that she never would. She would stay by Amy's side for the rest of her life. I really am a concubine she thought as she stared out of the window. "I don't know. There could have been others. I didn't get to examine everything as closely as I would have like. Most of it was claimed by the local government right away and placed in museums."

[Assistant] "Oh, well that sucks. I mean, not the part about you finding all that stuff, but that it had to get taken away before you could examine it." Amy continued to drive towards her house trying to make small talk with Grace as they drove out of the airport and through the city to get to her house. "So, uh, if you ever need a break from that ring, I would be more than happy to wear it for you. I'll do anything you want." Amy said as she already forgot that Grace couldn't take the ring off. In time they made it to the house and Amy took Grace's bags out of the trunk and placed it inside. When the door was closed she wrapped her hands around Grace and quickly kissed her and hugged her. "Welcome home."

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"I appreciate the offer, but it's stuck," she said, tugging on the ring to demonstrate. "And anyway, I don't know what I'd even ask you to do that you don't already." For the past several years, whenever she needed anything, Amy was the first person she called, and she always answered. When she needed to be picked up from the airport, when she moved into a new place, when she'd had a bad break-up; all Amy. Pretty much the only thing she hadn't asked her for was sex, and now they'd even done that.

She went into the house with Amy and returned her kiss, although much more hesitantly than when she was ordered to do it. After the hug was over and they separated, Grace moved to sit down on the couch. "I never realized before today that you felt this way about me," she said.

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Amy sat down on the couch next to Grace. "Well to be honest, it never really occurred to me before today. I mean you always talk about how sex is with other women and I wanted to experience it for myself, but when we were at the store and you kissed me... well I thought you wanted me and it occurred to me that we have been friends for a long time, so why not explore with each other? I guess I let my emotions get the best of me back at the garage. I'm sorry." Amy felt embarrassed to have to say that to her friend, but she did use Grace to reach some level of satisfaction and it turned out to be the best sex she ever had period.

"What are you going to do... about the ring, if it never comes off? Do you think there is a way to get it off?" Amy was slightly interested in the ring. It allowed her to have the best sex ever and it was some sort of magical device. Amy looked at the time, it was getting late. "Well, I'll let you unpack and get to bed. You are welcome to sleep... with me, that is if you want to. I'm going to head up, I'm kind of exhausted." Amy made her way up to her room. She hung the dress with the rest of her clothes, but not before looking at it and holding it up against her body one last time. She stripped down to her panties and realized that they were soaking from Grace's cum. She discarded the bra and panties in place of something new, a thong perhaps, just in case Grace wanted to try something of her own free will later, not that Amy was expecting her to, but it wouldn't hurt to be prepared. She slipped on a pair of pajama shorts and a small tank-top and prepared for bed.

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"I honestly have no idea," said Grace. She had checked the ring every few minutes since they left the airport, but she still couldn't get a single hint from it. "There are no markings or hieroglyphs anywhere on it. But maybe there was something back in the tomb that I missed." She didn't want to say it, but she was honestly worried that it would be stuck on her hand for the rest of the life. Of course, it wouldn't be so bad if it was just her and Amy, but what if someone else ordered her to do something. Would she have to do that as well?

She was tempted to join Amy in her room, but she needed time to think and process everything. She already would have been exhausted from the flight, but between the sex, the drama, and her very body changing, she was truly spent. She took her bags up to her own room and dropped them at the foot of the bed, deciding to unpack later. She did take a brief shower, then dressed in a knee length nightgown and plain, cotton panties. Almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.

[Assistant] Amy didn't realize how tired she was. When her body felt the cool soft bed sheets and the pillow, she just fell asleep. When she woke up she realized Grace must have slept in the other room. She was a little disappointed, but she knew her friend needed time. She checked the other room to see Grace fast asleep. She looked so sweet in her nightgown and the way she slept was just beautiful. Amy decided to make things up to Grace and went downstairs to cook breakfast. Soon, the smell of cooking pancakes, scrambled eggs, and extra crispy bacon would waft through the house. If Grace didn't get downstairs soon, Amy was going to have to go up there and serve her breakfast in bed. Amy set the table as if Grace was already downstairs. A napkin was set as well as forks and knives and two glasses of orange juice for both of the women. All that was left was the guest of honor. Oh and to make things a little more romantic, Amy plucked a flower from out front and put it in a tiny vase and set it on the table.

[User] Grace woke up to the smell of food cooking and realized Amy must have already been up. She hadn't meant to sleep in so late, but knowing breakfast was waiting for her was a pleasant surprise. She stretched and yawned as she got out of bed, her nightgown rising slightly as she did so. She thought about putting on a robe, but figured that Amy had already seen all that there was to see and went down to the kitchen. "Mmh, that looks delicious," she said, taking her seat at the table. "You did this just for me?"

[Assistant] Amy leaned over putting a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon at Grace's spot and also a kiss on the cheek before taking her own plate to her spot at the table. "Well of course, I told you I would take care of you. So, how did you sleep?" Amy put some butter on her pancakes before the syrup and started to eat. It was nice to be able to sit back and eat with Grace and just talk.


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"You are the cure for a disease, miss," Ambrosia said to Arianna, leaning forward just a little in his chair. "You and young, fertile women like yourself are the cure. It is difficult now, but we have found way forward."

He stood as Arianna began to struggle once more, walking with a calm, measured pace toward the vials. "You should stop struggling, miss," Ambrosia cautioned. "I have been authorized to use whatever methods I deem appropriate in order to restrain you." GenCorp had been very generous in how they allowed Ambrosia to use their technology. The source of that bright light which so blinded Arianna was also a rather sophisticated computer of Ambrosia's own design. It monitored the readings of the patient, but was also a very useful assistant when called upon. What at first appeared to be brackets which held the light to the wall were in reality highly articulated digits. It also held a wide variety of testing implements, to gauge the effectiveness of the various injections which the women were subjected to.

Taking a tray, the doctor took what he deemed to be an appropriate number of doses. "I do hope that you do not experience any unexpected reactions," confessed the man, returning to his seat. "Now, unless you calm down, miss, I am going to have to restrain you further. There is no use resisting any longer."

As the man spoke, he filled up the first syringe of serum, the one to make her more susceptible to pregnancy and to make that pregnancy gestate more quickly. He looked up at her with those keen eyes, waiting to see just what her reaction would be. Not that he expected somebody with a temper like hers to submit after only a few minutes. She would learn. Unfortunately, by the time they learned, they were often of little use.

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Arianna shook her head. "I am not the cure!" she cried. "Not a moral one, anyways! Find a cure like a vaccination! Not breeding with fertile women!" She was panicking, her heart pounding. His machine would pick up her increased adrenaline levels, her rapid heart rate. She watched as he went to get the doses she would need. She wailed and shook her head. "No!" the girl cried. She kept pulling on her restraints, stretching them and trying to slip her hands through them. The girl was strong when she was frightened. She didn't want to be a part of an experiment.

"Unexpected reactions?" she demanded. "That's not safe! What if you kill me?" Her voice was shrill and panicked, and she shook her head wildly, still fighting to free herself. A thin sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. "Please!" She needed to reach some lick of humanity within this man, some sliver of hope that he would free her. She growled as she looked at the syringe filled with serum, the air pushed out of it. She bit her lip. "Don't put that in me!" She was fighting hard enough to start rubbing too hard on her wrists and ankles. She was starting to get red marks where the straps were.

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"Your death would be unfortunate, miss," Ambrosia said, coming over next to Arianna. "You would not, however, be the first one to have such a result." Whatever she tried, it seemed that Arianna could not break through whatever shell Ambrosia had put up around his soul. Maybe he knew something she did not, or maybe he honestly believed there was no better way. Whatever the case, he betrayed none of his own inner thoughts or emotions as Arianna pleaded with him to not do what was about to happen.

The first hint of emotion in the man came when he saw Arianna beginning to injure herself as she fought against her restraints. "Computer," he said aloud. "Protocol zero zero one."

There was a quiet whirring sound, and the machine detached itself from the wall like some giant spider, descending from a cord of wires toward her. As it neared, those limbs spread, multi-pronged digits closing around her shoulders, wrists, forearms, ankles, shins and thighs, holding the young woman firmly in place.

"I told you not to resist," Ambrosia said, leaning down to inspect her injuries. Deciding that she was not seriously hurt, Ambrosia pulled Arianna's shirt sleeve up, exposing her arm. "You may feel a slight pinch," he said to her, moments before the fine needle slid beneath her skin, the fluid entering her body in a rush. "The computer will monitor your results," he explained as he straightened, heading to retrieve the next serum, which would induce lactation in her body. "But please inform me if you feel any odd reactions. Symptoms are always needed for proper research."

The robotic limbs continued to hold Arianna firmly in place. They were cold, but had the feel of scales against her skin, almost fluid and terribly capable of overpowering her.

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Arianna looked up at him in disgust and distress. He didn't care if she died. He didn't care about her safety. She shook her head as she stared up at him. How could he be so heartless?

The girl's head turned when she heard a whirring. She gave a frightened cry when she saw the spider-like thing descending toward her. She fought and struggled, before she felt it grab onto her, holding down wherever it could. She was soon unable to move except to turn her head and wiggle a little. She wailed and shook her head. "Let me go!" she protested. The girl didn't take kindly to being immobile.

She looked over at him, still desperately trying to fight as the man lifted up her shirt sleeve to gain access to her arm. She shook her head and growled, her heart pounding. She felt a pinch as the needle entered her skin, and she bit her lip as she waited. She whimpered and shook her head. She didn't want to know what these were when she was given them. She was afraid that would activate symptoms sooner.

As he continued to prepare the next syringe, she frowned and tried to squirm. She felt a sort of tightening in her gut. She bit her lip quietly and stared up at the bright light. "My... like... my groin and gut are kinda... tight?" She wasn't really sure how to describe it, but she didn't like it. She hoped that was normal. She bit her lip and looked over at him, still unhappily trying to fight the spider-computer holding her down.

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"That is quite normal," Ambrosia said to her as he prepared the second syringe. "Headaches are not good, however. Do let me know if you begin to get a headache in the back of your head, as it is a precursor to aneurysm in some patients." He looked over at Arianna, at the way in which she was restrained, cocked his head to one side ever so slightly. "You really should stop struggling, miss. You are likely to harm yourself."

He approached her once more, this time the opposite arm, to give her a little time to recover on the other side. "There will be some discomfort in your chest after a little while," he explained, as he pulled up her other sleeve. "Which is quite normal after this serum. Your breasts will begin to fill with milk. If you are not milked regularly, it will become rather painful."

He slid the needle in again, the fluid entering her veins. "At least these are the worse ones," Ambrosia said to her, throwing the needle away. "The others should be better for you, miss." The ones that increased her bust size and increased sensitivity. "As long as the reactions go normally, anyhow."

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Arianna frowned. Great, now she was paranoid about getting a headache. She hoped that if she did have an aneurysm, he'd be able to stop it. She squirmed and whimpered, looking up at him as he prepared the second syringe, looking entirely unconcerned that the girl was terrified and frustrated. She shook her head. "I think it takes movement to harm myself. I have very little of that right now!"

She felt him go to her opposite arm, and the girl turned her head to look at him, biting her lip. She winced as the needle slid into her skin and the cold fluid entered her veins, making her cringe a little in discomfort. She didn't want to be milked. She didn't want to produce milk. She waited, feeling her chest start to tighten and change. She whimpered a little, feeling like her breasts were more sensitive. She looked up at him with her wide eyes, again trying to pull her body from the grip of the restraints and the spider-computer.

"Why can't you find women who are willing to help find a cure?" she demanded. She didn't want to help strangers start the new, immune generation. She gritted her teeth unhappily. "Let me go." She was apparently still quite adamant about freedom. She clenched her fists as she looked at the next syringe. She swallowed uncomfortably. How soon would they give her to a client?


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With a defeated cry, Marethari turned and forced herself to keep moving. She would pray for her them when it was safe to, if it was ever safe to. Gripping her bow tightly in her hand she continued to run for her life. She looked back a few times, not sure if the sounds of crunching leaves and snapping twigs were caused by the two of them alone or if they were being followed. She could only hope it was not the latter.

Some time later, long after it was safe to stop running and just walk, they came across a dark cave. "Look." Her voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled Leon to a stop. "Perhaps we could rest a bit in there?" Marethari suggested. Her the lower parts of her legs began to throb, making her realize just how exhausted she was. Her body was telling her that she wouldn't get much farther if she didn't rest, and that was not a warning she could ignore.

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Leon looked behind as he ran, stumbling and almost falling a few times, when he saw the carnage. Men being ripped limb from limb, gargantuan weapons splitting the innocent villagers in two, blood coating the once-sacred ground of their village. The beasts were feral, they kept swinging even after the man or woman was surely dead.

Leon looked forward, his mind gaining a clarity, as if time was slowing. He was able to clear most bounds, duck under most branches, and the ones that did trip him up or hit his face did little to impede his progress. The only thought in his mind was to survive. Through the forest the two went, Leon, not knowing how, but being able to tell they were in no danger. For now.

Then he saw the cave almost at the same time Marethari called it out. Leon's first thought was immediately that a bear would live there. But it was spring. If a bear nested there, it would return at night.

"Rest in a cave? Who knows what could wait for us in there?" Leon questioned. "That cave would make a perfect home for bears." As much as his limbs ached also, and his muscles burned with a fiery passion, he was hesitant in resting there. But night was fast approaching, Leon estimated only a few hours remaining of blessed day-time.

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"Whatever is in there can surely dealt with." Marethari replied. They survived the monster horde, they could definitely survive a bear attack. "We can use the remaining hours of daylight to ready ourselves for any attack." She said, walking towards the cave entrance. She stood just outside of it, peering into the darkness like it would part for her and allow her to see inside. "Hello?" Her voice was the only thing that echoed back, though she wasn't sure if that was any indication of emptiness. "The nearest settlement could be miles away..." She murmured, trying to talk herself into overcoming the trepidation she felt at walking into complete darkness. "We do not have many alternatives."

That fact gave her pause. There really was no plan as far as she knew. The only goal had been survival, and evidently that goal had been realized. But where did they go from there. "Where are we to go, Leon?" She asked. "I mean, the most logical thing would be to run to the next village. But what do we do then?"

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"Bears are not that easily dealt with..." Leon murmured. He stood next to her, on the other side of the cave, and tensed, waiting for something furry and vicious to come out and eat them. When nothing did, he took a cautious look inside, never having been the trusting sort, or the sort that acts without reason. It seemed relatively clear to him, plenty of darkness. And plenty of cold.

"We stay here for now, and I think we should go to the next village. But we would have to be wary about it, because the beasts might beat us there. If they haven't, buy supplies, clothes, maybe horses... or steal them, and go to a city or town, with real soldiers and palisades and walls to fend off these brutes."

"We'll also need a fire." He took his hammer, ramming it into the side of the cave as hard as he could, and a couple brittle pieces of rock fell, each about the size of his palm. He picked one stone up, and examined it---Flint. Leon allowed himself a small grin. He walked over to Marethari, saying, "Know how to use a flint and steel?"

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Marethari took the flint. "No, but I'm a fast learner. Why don't you show me?" she replied, looking down at the rock and then back at him. She extended her hand and gave it back. It was useless to her as it was. And she was indeed a quick learner. She had to be, living with a father whose health had declined rather quickly, leaving her to become the head of the family in his present absence. She'd had to learn how to hunt, which was how she'd learned to use a bow and arrow. She'd had to learn fiscal responsibility. She'd also had to learn how to keep her emotions in check so that she could remain levelheaded. She had to be shown but once, twice at the most, and she caught on to a skill or concept.

"Once you show me how to use that, I shall go hunt for something to eat." She said as her stomach growled loudly, the sound quickly followed by a burning sensation as if her empty stomach was eating itself. The forest was filled with easy prey, which included woodlands animals and edible berries and mushrooms. She become quite adept at working with what she had. She couldn't make a gourmet feast, but she could whip up something passable.

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Leon grinned, and knelt down, taking one of Marethari's arrows. He braced the arrowhead against the stone, and said, "Drag it roughly across... and sparks will fly everywhere. In order to make a fire, you have to nestle them in one place, make a home for the sparks to take root..." Of course Leon knew about fire. He could coax a fire to burn down a castle from rubbing two sticks together. "But of course, You are going to hunt, for I am as talented with a bow and arrow as the fish that tries to fly. I'll take care of the fire."

When he heard the loud rumbling noise of Marethari's stomach, Leon laughed, a deep, booming noise, he was a big man, for his young age. "And that... makes two of us." He said in a undertone. He was, no doubt, hungry, but he had recently had a meal later in the day, and was not starving to death. "I'll get firewood, you hunt." Leon picked up his hammer, thinking he had better chances of just ripping the tree branches off than whacking them off with the hammer. He had no woodaxe, which he cursed himself for.

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Marethari watched every move Leon made closely, committing the steps to memory. She repeated the process in her head until she was certain she could repeat his words and actions verbatim. "Alas, we are all useful in our own ways." She replied, her smile full of humor as she turned and walked back into the thick line of trees, taking her longbow off her back and knocking an arrow as she moved.

As soon as Marethari stopped moving, a branch cracked. She gasped, quickly raising her bow and preparing to fire. Leaves made a crackling sound behind her and Marethari turned so quickly her legs almost couldn't keep up, and she stumbled slightly. Something moved. Marethari closed her eyes released her arrow with a shriek, her panic forcing her into action. There was a dull thud as something hit the ground, and then all was silent again. Marethari opened her eyes and looked at what she killed. A fawn, probably no older than six months. Oh, no.

Marethari always avoided killing baby animals if she could. It just didn't seem fair to cut them down before they'd gotten a chance to experience life. Her chest ached and she found it hard to breathe for a moment, but she quickly suppressed the urge to cry. Now was not the time to be sensitive. It was either the baby deer or her, and she chose her. After gathering up everything else she would need to make a meal, Marethari dragged her prey back to camp.

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Leon was tearing branches off of trees, jumping and grabbing, and when they snap, he fell painfully to the ground with a painful *thwump!* half the time, and landed on his feet the other. Every time he got an armful of wood, he carried it back to the cave. He went through this process several times, before he deemed the small pile in the cave enough to fit the night.

He came back on his last trip, to see Marethari already in the cave with a young buck, and an assortment of sweet-smelling herbs. "Nice shot." He commented, but with a small start, he seemed to notice the state of her emotions, as if he could sense it. He drew closer, dropping his armful of wood, grateful for the reprieve. "Something go wrong?" He asked, hoping that there were no beasts nearby.


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Chatham Hall was an imposing structure built in the early part of the 19th Century. It stood on several hundred acres of pristine land, surrounded by rolling hills, forests, lakes and streams. It was simply an idyllic place dedicated to education. The all girls school had opened it's doors before the Civil War and had produced some of the finest and most successful graduates of any preparatory academy. A fact that the nearly all male staff of Chatham were extremely proud of.

'The Hall', as it was called by faculty and students alike, sat atop a large grassy hill miles from the nearest town was surrounded by smaller ancillary buildings which held classrooms, dormitories, the Dining Hall as well as Faculty Quarters. The first taste of the turning of summer was in the air when the bus carrying the newest crop of incoming freshmen drove up the narrow country lane and the girls inside got their first look at the place they'd call home for the next four years.

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Emilee, a high school honor student, couldn't believe she was going to Chatham Hall. It was more beautiful then she imagined with it's breathtaking scenery. She sat alone in her seat surrounded by chatting and excited girls. On the outside she was calm, but on the inside she couldn't wait to start her first day at the amazing school.

Her long, dark, and wavy brunette hair with her matching sparkling eyes made it seem like she was a rich girl, but actually all she did was write an essay and made a perfect score. Her eyes were almost hidden by a pair of thin black glasses that seemed to complete her intelligent girl look. Her body was hidden by her plain shirt and jeans since they haven't got the chance to change into their uniforms yet. It couldn't be seen, but she had a thin and curvy body with slightly above average breast and rounded rear. As they approached the school it grew harder and harder to contain her excitement.

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Daniel Dowell crossed the campus his nose buried in a book, hardly paying attention to the world around him until he heard the bus make it's final turn on the large circle drive in front of the Hall. He smiled to himself knowing that this was finally his year. He'd been tenured and with it came new opportunities. He watched as the door opened and a flock of pretty young girls poured from the bus and were herded inside by one of the administrative staff. Quickly checking his watch he smiled and made his way to the auditorium.

"Inside ladies," the man with the clipboard instructed the girls. "Nevermind about your suitcases... full tuition students to the left, scholarship students to the right." He watched as they all made their way inside. He was a pimply sort of man, round and soft in all the wrong places and he seemed to take delight in his position. "Follow me." He said rather flatly to the scholarship girls as he held up his pen and led them from the large and airy rotunda down a side hallway and into a large room. "You'll be issued your uniforms here---please be sure to change into them quickly girls, there's a lot we have to cover today." With that he turned and left the room.

A couple of young women came in, dressed in their school uniforms to assist the two dozen or so scholarship students. They asked each their sizes and then handed them a very short plaid skirt-barely enough to cover themselves, a thin, white button-up blouse, a pair of long white knee-high socks, a lacy white bra and a little pair of white g-string panties along with black patent Mary Jane shoes. "You can put your old clothes in the bag we've provided. Now please get changed quickly so we can get you all over to orientation!" One of the upperclassmen girls said cheerily.

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When Emilee was handed over her uniform, she was surprised to see the skirts so short and they were actually given what most considered sexy under garments. But she tried to ignore it, everyone here was either a girl or a male teacher. Which she was sure they were more focused on educating the girls rather then fantasize about them.

She quickly changed into her uniform feeling a bit uncomfortable with how revealing it was on her. The other girls didn't seem to have a problem. She sighed finding it hard to get used to her new uniform and made her way to the auditorium for orientation.

The auditorium was crowded with young girls seeming to adjust to everything much quicker then she was. Then again a lot of these girls are used to going to fancy schools while this was her first time at a boarding school. The auditorium was filled with the sounds of girls chatting and giggling with their friends. Emilee sat in the more I saw it is section of the auditorium since she had no friends here and saw no reason to be in a crowd of girls she didn't even know.

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The orientation was pretty straightforward---the Headmaster speaking about academic excellence, the school's honor code, extracurricular activities. Just the sort of things you'd expect from an orientation. What was particularly noticeable however was that the uniforms of the non-scholarship girls seems significantly more conservative. Their blouses were fuller, some even wore sweaters and the skirts looked much longer than the one Emilee had been issued.

Finally near the end of the orientation the Headmaster called for all the 'full students' to go out into the hall to receive their room and roommate assignments---the scholarship students were to remain in their seats so they he could cover the specifics of the terms of their scholarship. "Girls," Mr. Anderson said after they were alone. "You have a very special opportunity here at Chatham Hall---the chance at an education your parents couldn't dream of providing you." He nodded heavily to emphasize his point. "Now we selected you because not only are you the smartest girls who applied... but also the most attractive as well." He stepped from behind his lectern and addressed them from the stage.

"We have a tradition here at Chatham which dates back to the school's inception. Girls like yourselves are given the opportunity for an outstanding education, free of tuition, book and lab fees as well as room and board. And in return you will be selected by one of our faculty members as his 'ward.' You will live in his quarters and provide for your Master whatever services he might need---be they laundry, cooking or otherwise." He saw the looks on the girls faces---they were the same every fall with every new batch of girls. "Now you might be thinking of telling your parents or someone of this, or perhaps you'll decide that this isn't the education for you." Mr. Anderson shrugged. "That's fine. Should you choose to drop out, you and your family shall be held financially responsible for the full four years tuition and all of the associated costs."

He took a breath as he let the words sink in. "You all signed the admission forms, your parents as well; so the school is well within it's rights to do so. But it shouldn't come to that now. You will enjoy your time here and when you graduate, the sky's the limit!" He made a waving motion to the stairs on either side of the stage. "Now girls, I want you to come up here and line up along the stage---it's time you met your faculty Masters."

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Emilee didn't know what to think. It sure explains why their uniforms are more revealing then the non-scholarship students, but being a 'ward'? She began to doubt rather this was the school she dreamt of going to since she was little. Then Mr. Anderson's words ensued her the choice to drop out was a bad one. Being left with no other choice she had to stay.

Soon she followed the line of girls walking up the stairs to meet their 'Masters'. Standing there on stage with the other girls in a line made feel like she was about to be auctioned off. She was obviously nervous, even a little frightened. Her hands held onto each other for dear life as her heart started to pick up pace when she saw the faculty coming out with large smiles already on their faces.

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Daniel made his way into the auditorium, his blue/green hazel eyes fixed on the stage and the new students standing on it so apprehensively. He was nearly six feet tall, and built like a rugby player---broad across the shoulders, with strong arms and legs. He was in his early forties, and thin lines had begin to show at the corners of his eyes, creased there by his nearly perpetual smile. His hair was cut a short in a Caesar cut and flecks of silver had begun to show at his temples and pepper his once dark blonde hair. Taking a seat among his peers he joked lightly with one of them and rubbed his equally short goatee.

"Gentlemen," Mr. Anderson began, "I present to you our newest scholarship students." The faculty in their seats applauded approvingly. "Now as is our tradition, faculty members will be allowed to select their ward in order of tenure." Daniel hadn't set his sights on any particular girl, knowing he would not be amongst the first to choose. There were more senior teachers than him who's wards had graduated last spring, or who had given their's away so that they might always have a new ward each fall. So he sat as the first round of men made their way up onto the stage and examined each of the girls slowly before making their selection and leading the girls off the stage.

[Assistant] As the number of girls on the stage decreased, Emilee grew more nervous as each new faculty member stepped on stage to select their new 'ward' knowing that any second she'll be choosen. She hid her face behind her bangs that fell out of place to hid part of her face. She was frightened and it was easily seen as her hands, holding onto each other, played with the bottom of her skirt while she prayed that the one to have her was merciful.

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Girl after girl was selected and Daniel became more impatient for his opportunity to finally make his choice. He watched them go, one by one and although they were each beautiful he wanted to make his choice sooner rather than later. Finally the Headmaster called his name and he made his way up on to the stage. He moved slowly, carefully taking in each of the remaining dozen or so girls in turn. Finally he came to a girl hiding behind her brunette bangs. He saw she wore glasses and he walked slowly around her.

"Stand up straight, let me have a proper look at you." He said softly but sternly as he walked around the girl.

[Assistant] Emilee looked up at him and slowly straighten up. She looked even more nervous now. Despite her nervousness, Emilee moved her bangs back to the side. She didn't let go of her own hand, but she did straighten up her body. She tried to hide her blushes of embarrassment. He was like a vulture with the way he circled her examining her body. She didn't look directly at him as he circled around back to her front feeling his judging eyes piercing through her

[User] Daniel leaned in after appreciating her curves and just how pretty she was hiding behind her bangs and glasses. He spoke softly so that only she could hear him. "That's a good girl," He praised her. "And you know something? I've just realized something that none of my peers had. You're the prettiest of them all. Did you realize that?"

[Assistant] Emilee tensed up as he felt her curves and whispered softly to her. His compliment did make her blush a little and she started to seem to loosen up a bit. She replied back in a soft voice so that only he could hear her. "I... I didn't know that. Thank you though." She sounded shy, but polite when she spoke

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"I think you'll be perfect." His words were contemplative as Daniel thought to himself for a moment longer as he made his final decision. "Yes. Yes, you are the one. Now I want you to show all of these other students and those remaining staff members just how pretty you are. Shoulders back, and smile. I want them all to see your beauty as I do." He took a step back and turned to leave the stage. "Now follow me, and try to keep up."

The teacher left the auditorium without looking over his shoulder, expecting that his ward would be with him at every turn. They left the auditorium and out across the campus to where his apartment within the faculty block was located. He looked back over his shoulder at his new ward with an ever growing smile as he pulled his key out of his pocket. "Come on in."

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Emilee looked up at him to meet his eyes as he smiled at her claiming she was the one. Then she listened to his instructions and didn't question him. If she wanted to stay at this school and not have to owe hundreds of thousands of dollars, she was gonna have to play her part as an obedient 'ward'. As he walked out off the stage she did as he told her and straightened herself with a smile. It was like he knew she was gonna be immediately obedient since he didn't even look over his shoulder to check if she followed him or not.

As he lead her to his apartment her mind raced. What would he do with her? She didn't mind being like a maid, just having to pick up after him and clean, but she had a slight fear as she walked inside that he might have other plans for her.

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Once inside, Daniel slipped off his shoes and placed them on a mat near the door and indicated to his ward to do the same. He watched her for a moment before speaking. "Welcome to your home for the next four years." His voice seemed casual and relaxed. "I am Mr. Dowell, which is how you shall address me in class. Here, however you may address me as Sir, or Master." He didn't bother to ask if she understood---it was a very simple instruction. "Let me give you the tour." He waved to her to follow him through the entryway and to the small living room.

It was well appointed with a nice couch, a couple of upholstered chairs, a flat screen television and several bookshelves. Daniel took a seat in one of the chairs and pointed to a spot on the floor in front of him. "Now, come kneel here in front of me. Back straight, knees shoulder width apart and your hands clasped behind you." He smiled as he gave the order, slowly testing his new ward to learn if she might resist.

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Emilee listened and followed him throughout his apartment after taking her shoes off by the mat. She understood his instructions perfectly, but she remained quiet. He had a nice apartment, far nicer then she thought. It didn't seem he had any trouble keeping it clean.

When her 'Master' pointed to the floor and gave her instructions to kneel. She was hesitant, but she knew she had to obey him. Otherwise he might punish her since he had the full right to do so. Emilee decided to make it easier on herself and sat down on her knees on the spot he pointed at. She blushed brightly as she slowly and stiffly spread her knees making her laced panties clearly visible to him. Then she just as slowly and stiffly put her arms behind her back, not looking directly at him

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"Very good, that's a very good start indeed." Daniel was smiling now as he was treated to a better view of his ward, there on her knees before him. "You've even averted your eyes. So intuitive." He was well pleased with his new ward it seemed. "Now this is the position I expect you to take, whenever or wherever I instruct you to kneel. Failing to do so without hesitation will require me to correct you."

He nodded, not that she could see him. "Now, before we continue your introductory lessons I want to know a little more about you. Things like your name, where you're from, what are your favorite subjects and what sorts of interests you have. And I want you to look at me when you speak, unless I order you to avert your eyes. That's not too scary is it?"

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Emilee listened to his praise seeming to have pleased him greatly. She slowly looked up at him as he instructed her to do. Kneeling? Like this?! Anytime, but what if she was in public and he told her to do this? Emilee had to learn to live like this for four years. Hopefully her 'Master' wouldn't be as cruel as she feared he'd be.

As she looked at him and answered "N-no... sir. It's not that s-scary." She sounded less nervous, more like embarrassed then anything. "My name is Emilee Buckawitts. I'm from Houston, Texas. My favorite subject is English and well... I like to draw and write." She answered all his listed questions, precise and clear without taking her eyes off him

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"Thank you Emilee." Daniel rested his hands on the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "Now I know what they tell you in the orientation, and that's got to be pretty overwhelming. So here's how this all boils down---plain and simple." He leaned forward slightly to look her in the eyes.

"Now I'm responsible for your education and that's a responsibility I take very seriously. I have many expectations of you. I expect you to excel at your academics, you are an Honor Student and I know you'll continue to be one. I expect that you will try your best at everything you do---no matter how small the task. While you are my ward I expect you to serve me in whatever capacity that might be---assisting me to get ready for my classes, chores around here and I will expect you to take care of any other needs I might have." He paused for a second to let his words sink in before continuing. "When you graduate from here you will have your pick of Ivy League schools and the sky's the limit for you. I will be sure that you make the most of your potential while you are here."


[User] Cassie nodded with a smile. "I've heard so much about it, I can't wait to be a part of it," she said as she admired the view. The train was passing by Hogsmeade, and Cassie thought to herself that she should visit it sometime. It looked very peaceful and nice, and it wasn't that far away from Hogwarts. Soon enough, she noticed that they were slowing down. She heard the sound of compartment doors opening as students were getting ready to get out, and finally the train stopped completely. "Well, here we are," said Cassie as she grabbed her luggage and opened their compartment door. "I think we should just go with the flow, I wouldn't want to get lost," she said as she followed the crowd of students moving towards the exit.

[Assistant] He smiled. "I was told that a man named Hagrid, a half-giant, should be calling out for the first years." he said. Sure enough, when they got off the train, there was a large man yelling over the babble of students. "First years, this way!" Xeno smiled, offering Cassie his arm. "May I?" He said, a small smile on his face.

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"Sure," said Cassie and took Jason's arm. They followed the crowd of first year students that were walking with confused looks on their faces, trying to keep up with the huge man in front of them. He lead them to the boats and said "no more than three children per boat." Cassie was worried that she'll miss the boat and fall straight into the water, but it wasn't as unstable as it seemed. She landed safely and took her seat. She shared her boat with Jason and another girl she didn't know.

"I'm Mary," said the young girl with the short black hair, "nice to meet you." Cassie introduced herself too, and almost jumped in her seat when the boats began to move. She leaned slightly over the edge of the boat to look at the water. It was completely black and eerie, which made Cassie move away from the edge at once. Suddenly, the castle became visible in front of them. "Wow," said Cassie as she stared at the castle with awe, "that's it, right? That's Hogwarts?" She's heard many stories about it, but she could never imagine such beautiful sight. "Magnificent, isn't it?" said Mary, "I heard that it's even more beautiful from the inside."

[Assistant] Jason nodded to Mary. "Jason Grim." He said, and leaned against the side of the boat as Hogwarts appeared out of the darkness. "Yeah, that's the castle." Jason said, smiling. "It's magnificent." He muttered to himself, taking in the glittering lights from the towers. "So, Mary, what House do you think you'll be in?"

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Cassie looked at Mary, she was curious about her answer as well. "I don't know," Mary shrugged, "I'd love to be in Ravenclaw, I heard they're clever and intelligent and I believe I belong there. But who knows?" Cassie smiled as she imagined Mary in Ravenclaw. She already liked the girl and could easily see her getting the highest grades in her class. "I hope you'll get into Ravenclaw," said Cassie, "I think you'll fit in very well." The boats finally arrived and the students jumped out of them carefully. Cassie was grateful when Mary offered her a hand, since she was sure that the way out of the boat was even less secure than the way into them. The crowd of students waited outside for the huge doors to open, and Cassie could hear them whisper about ghosts and talking hats. Suddenly, the doors opened and an old lady appeared, dressed in emerald robes. "Oh, Hagrid," she said, "right on time tonight, well done." Hagrid beamed at her and went inside, leaving the students to stare awkwardly at the old woman. She introduced herself as professor McGonagall, welcomed them with warm words and talked about the four houses of Hogwarts, then said something very briefly about the sorting ceremony and lead them inside.

The Entrance Hall was huge and fascinating, and Cassie didn't mind at all the fact that they had to wait once again. Then, another pair of doors opened and they all walked inside, confused and nervous. The Great Hall was very impressing, even though Cassie barely had the courage to look up and examine it. So many eyes were staring at them, she couldn't find a place to look at without turning red. "Look at the ceiling," whispered Mary and it was a perfect solution. Cassie looked up and admired the starry sky, wondering how it was possible right before she bumped into someone. "Ouch!" said the boy she bumped into and turned around, "watch where you're going, idiot." Cassie apologized about fifteen times, and professor McGonagall started talking again. She pulled out an old hat that was supposed to decide which student goes where, and Cassie stared in awe as the hat started singing. Soon enough, Professor McGonagall began reading out names, and Cassie's heart was pounding really loudly as she waited to hear her own.

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Jason shot the boy who snapped at Cassie a glare, one that could have melted metal. The boy shuddered and moved away. He watched as the hat began to sing, listening to its every word and storing the information away for later. It concluded its song, and names began to be called. Abbicus, Alyse, Carrole, Cringer, Deorin, Ethril, Ferchen, Firo, then... Grim.

He stepped forward and sat on the stool. A moment passed, then the hat yelled out, "Slytherin!" The green-clad table cheered.

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Cassie smiled as she watched Jason being sorted in the house he wanted to get into. A tiny bit of her was selfish enough to wish that he would be sorted into another house, preferably into Gryffindor, but she was very happy for him since she knew how much it meant for him. Right before her, Mary was called to get sorted. Not surprisingly at all, the hat shouted "Ravenclaw!" and Cassie cheered for her new friend. Seconds later, her own name was called and she stepped forward feeling nervous. Her heart was pounding, her mind was racing and her hands were shaking. She took her seat on the stool and held her breath as she felt the soft fabric of the hat on her head.

"Huh," she could hear the hat saying, "interesting. Alright then, Gryffindor!" a wave of relief and excitement washed over her as she looked at the Gryffindor table. She approached it happily, her knees were shaking even more than her hands. Someone patted her on the shoulder, a few people congratulated her and then somebody shook her hand. But she recognized this person---it was Drake, from the train. His badge was shining on his chest and she smiled at him. "I knew you belong in Gryffindor since the moment I first saw you," he told her, "congratulations." Cassie smiled and could clearly feel the blush on her face, "thank you," she said.

Even though the Gryffindors were very nice and welcoming, Cassie didn't feel like she could fit in. Everybody had friends or siblings to talk to, and she felt rather lonely. She started missing Jason's company, and she looked around at the other tables. Mary was already chatting with some girls at the Ravenclaw table, she was obviously good at making friends. Cassie sighed and concentrated on the Slytherin table. She finally caught a glimpse of Jason, but there was some really big guy standing in the way and she could hardly see him. Cassie hoped she could see him later somehow, because she could already feel that making friends with the Gryffindors won't be as easy as she expected it to be.

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There was a pang of disappointment when Cassie was sorted into Gryffindor, but he squashed and clapped as she sat down at the far table. He noted Drake's comment to her and had to suppress a small jab of jealousy. There was really no reason for him to be jealous. He had just met her today...

Eventually everyone was sorted and the dinner appeared. Jason ate little, as was normal for him, and kept stealing glances over at the Gryffindor table. Sometimes he got a glimpse of Cassie past the large oaf in front of him. But He contented himself with the few glances he got and started planning a way for them to communicate.

The feast finished and the first years were led to the dorms. They had been re-worked, now each student got their own small room connected to a living area for every six students, which was then connected to the common room. Jason proceeded up the stairs and into their living area, then to the door marked "Grim". He went in, shutting the door and sitting down on the bed. He took out a scrap of paper from his bag and scrawled a few ideas for communications. Jason rarely slept, he often didn't need it for some odd reason.

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At the end of the feast, Cassie followed the crowd of Gryffindors into the common room. She figured it was time for bed, since it was rather late and she was quite tired. The older students, however, didn't think so. The common room was buzzing with laughter, and the smell of butterbeer filled the air very quickly. "what's going on?" Cassie asked Drake, since he was the only person she knew. "We're having a little party," he answered with a smile, "do you want to stay and join us? It won't be too long, really." Cassie decided to stay just for a little while, and Drake offered her a butterbeer which she accepted but didn't dare to drink. The Gryffindors were warm, welcoming and very loud.

An hour later, Cassie was getting really tired and decided to go to sleep. She managed to remember a few names and faces, but she didn't really make friends with anyone. Finally, when her head met the soft pillow, a smile spread on her lips. Overall, her first impression of Hogwarts was very good and she was absolutely happy. It didn't take her long to fall asleep, despite the distant sounds of talking and laughter.

Cassie spent the next morning in a rush, barely making it to breakfast on time. She only managed to grab a few bites of toast before she had to go to her potions lesson. She almost got lost in the castle, fortunately she was clever enough to follow two girls who seemed to know where the classroom was. She was glad to find out that the Gryffindors had potions with the Slytherins, which meant that she would finally be able to see Jason again. The other Gryffindors, however, weren't enthusiastic about that idea at all. While Cassie was eagerly waiting for Jason to turn up with the rest of the Slytherins, she overheard a conversation between a few students who clearly didn't like the idea of sharing a classroom with the "evil snakes". It made her slightly angry, but she didn't dare to say anything and remained quiet.

[Assistant] Jason arrived at breakfast rather early and ate food quickly, talking with another student, Kate, who was sitting next to him for a few minutes. then he finished his breakfast and glanced at his schedule, heading down to the dungeons before anyone else. He lurked in the back of the Potions room, watching Gryffindors and Slytherins arrive. When Cassie arrived, he slipped out of the shadows and slid into the desk next to hers. "Heyo, my little lion friend." He said, smiling slightly as he dropped pencil and paper onto his desk.

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Cassie smiled as she looked up at Jason. "Hi," she said, "it's great that we have potions together, isn't it? I wouldn't want to spend my first lesson alone." She noticed a few students glaring at them, both Gryffindors and Slytherins. She wasn't going to let it show, but it bothered her a little. Why was everyone so nosy around here? When everyone took their seats, the teacher appeared. From the brief introduction to potions they received, Cassie assumed that it's not going to be an easy subject. The teacher said that they were going to start from the basics and brew a very simple potion, one that even five-year-old children can do.

But for Cassie, it didn't seem simple at all. She spent five minutes making sure that she new exactly what each ingredient was called, and followed the instructions very carefully. At one point her potion was supposed to turn blue, but it looked more like green to her. "Hey, does this look blue to you?" she whispered to Jason. "Quiet please," said the teacher, "concentrate on your own cauldron, Miss Tyler. And by the color of your potion, it seems like you didn't add enough snake fangs." Cassie blushed as she looked away from the teacher's stern face. She added more snake fangs, and breathed with relief when her potion turned blue. She didn't dare to glance at Jason's cauldron, but hoped his potion was more successful than hers.

[Assistant] Jason smiled. "Yeah, better than not knowing anyone." his voice dropped. "But it's a pity our Houses don't seem to approve." The tone he said it in seemed to say 'I really don't care what they think, but it would make things easier.' Then the instructor began to speak and they shut up, learning the potion which was written on the board. After about five minutes, Jason's potion was simmering and blue. He smiled slightly. This wasn't hard. He frowned slightly when Cassie seemed to have trouble. Hmm. Perhaps he could help her later. A small smile crossed his face at the thought.

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When the lesson was finally over, Cassie could only hope that the other lesson would be a bit easier for her. She turned to look at Jason. "I have Charms now," she said, "with the Hufflepuffs. But after than I think we all have some free time, we could hang out if you want." She noticed the Gryffindors leaving and realized that she had to hurry since she had no idea about the location of the next classroom. "I'll wait for you by the lake, alright? See you later!" she said right before she hurried to follow the others.

It was a huge relief for her to find out that she was a lot better at Charms than she was at potions. Cassie learned the new spell in no time and practiced it to perfection. It lifted her spirits and she was now a lot happier, and the fact that the teacher seemed to like her helped a lot. She was still worried about potions though---it was only the first lesson and she already messed up. How would she be able to keep her grades up for the rest of the year? She considered asking Jason for help since his potion turned out to be perfect, but decided to only do so if she'll find out that she's completely hopeless at potions. Finally, the lesson was over and Cassie made her way outside.

She found a nice spot by the lake and sat down on the grass. As she was waiting for Jason to join her, she took out her Charms book and tried to read a little ahead, curious to find out what will be the next spell they'll learn.

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Jason smiled as they were released from Potions and the smile grew as she mentioned meeting up later. "Sure, meet you by the lake." He agreed. then he moved on to Transfiguration, which proved more difficult than Potions in many ways. Mostly because the pin he was supposed to be changing into a toothpick would always have some slight problem---the ends would be too sharp, the toothpick would be fine---but still made of metal. Finally, he got it to change at the very end of class, and was relieved to be free. Moving quickly from the room, he headed out through the courtyard.

His eyes sliding over the lawn, he made out Cassie sitting in the sun and reading. With a smile he moved quickly over to her, sitting down at her side. "So, how was Charms?"


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Robert ducked into the bar. His pursuer was just a few steps behind him but around a corner. He smoothed his and tried to blend in. The greeter approached him. "Right this way sir. Your table is ready and the lady said you would be along in 5 minutes. She is already waiting at the table." Robert tried not to look confused... This was a stroke of luck. He followed the greeter back to the table and wondered who he was meeting and what they would say when he showed up. He figured that at very worst he could blame the misunderstanding on the greeter, she had, after all, found him and brought him to the table.

In his 25 years as a PI, Robert had many times had to duck and cover from a suspicious subject, but none before had threatened violence on this level. His client was an elderly woman, and this was the least likely job to go sour in his opinion, but he had been wrong. Security had made him at the subjects residence, and apparently had no sense of humor about it. They had been tailing him ever since.

The server approached the table. "Your guest is here, Miss. Thank you for letting us serve you today. Your server will be along in a moment." Robert approached the table innocently and smiled. He was wearing a black button down shirt Khaki slacks and a Camel sport jacket. "My name is Robert," he said extending his hand.

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Elizabeth was sitting at the small square restaurant table, scrolling idly on her phone. She had recently had her nails done and though they were short and tasteful, the acrylic tips were making it difficult to use the touch screen. She normally wouldn't have bothered. But her best friend has set her up on this blind date and had spent the last week forcing her to primp and get ready. She had gone to the tanning salon (though she chose the lowest setting---and didn't think she looked any different except maybe a little poorer), gone to have... well, everything waxed it seemed, a new dress, new panties and bras, and a new haircut with highlights.

She thought she looked, well, not bad. But that had been a lot of effort and it made her feel like some kind of china doll. She wear wearing a sleeveless black dress with a deep v-neck that showed off much more of her cleavage than she would normally show. (Her friend's pick, again.) She had a navy blue scarf to cover her shoulders and she wore a pair of black high heels. Her chin length brunette hair was in a stylish bob with just hints of light brown highlights.

She hadn't been given lots of details about her date. It was an older man and he was really nice. Just her type, her friend had told her. Actually, she hadn't even been given a picture. Or a name. The server, a friend of her friend, had been told what to look out for and was on guard to guide the man to her table. But Elizabeth was getting restless. Her date was supposed to have arrived 20 minutes ago and she was sure she had been stood up. A few pervy men at the bar had offered their services but she was about to leave for a movie marathon at home with her cat when the server walked up with a man.

Elizabeth was surprised at how handsome she was. Jessie had been telling her all about this guy's personality, but nothing about his looks. And that had worried her at first. But now, she was so glad she came. The server gave her a wink and spoke about coming back in a few minutes to take their orders. Elizabeth reached out to put her hand in his and smiled, "Hi... Robert. I'm Elizabeth. Jessica has told me a lot about you."

[User] "She has?" Robert asked, his surprise not entirely fake. He had no idea who Jessica was, but played along. "what did she have to say? All good I hope." He sat down at the table and looked in her eyes. The girl was attractive, and obviously took care of herself. She was definitely easy on the eyes. This evening wasn't turning out bad after all. They made idle chat for several minutes until the waitress took their drink orders.

[Assistant] "Well, somethings might be embarrassing." Elizabeth laughed a little and sat, looking over the drink menu. She knew what she was going to order already but it helped to put something in her hands. "Um, she said you had a good job and you were a nice man. And that you had a very nice smile." She blushed a little and looked up. "Which is true." She told the lady she would have a glass of white wine and a water. "But she didn't tell me what you did for a living though."

[User] "She probably didn't know. I'm pretty closed mouthed about that" he said. "Let me just say that in my profession you have to keep a low profile, and no, what I do isn't illegal." he smiled at her. "What does a pretty girl like you do?" he asked. He held out his large hand across the table to her, inviting her to put hers in it in the process. He caught his pursuers passing by the windows of the restaurant out of the corner of his eye. His training prevented him from flinching, but he was relieved that they were thrown off the track. Now he could relax and concentrate on the beautiful young woman in front of him.

[Assistant] "Well, not illegal is good." Elizabeth was a little surprised when the man stretched out his hand. It was such a friendly gesture for someone she had just met. But she had promised Jessica she wouldn't over analyze everything and that she would just "go with it" and see where the date would take her. Well, Jessie had a few more choice, raunchy ideas for what she should do on the date. But she wouldn't go there, in thought or action. "Me?" She set her hand in his hand and felt a shiver roll down his spine. "Oh, I don't do anything special. I am a secretary at a local medical complex. I don't do any of the coding or work with patients, just work at the front desk and direct people."

[User] "No wonder you have such a nice smile!" Robert said. As he scanned her with his eyes, he found plenty to be interested in besides her smile. She was a very attractive woman, and obviously took good care of herself. He gently ran his fingers over her hand as he cradled it. The waitress returned with their drinks, and then took their dinner order. The band started playing a slow sultry tune from across the room. "Do you dance?" he asked. "If you're willing I'd love to" he said. He found her very attractive, and the thought of holding her in his arms raised desire within him.