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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: chosen.txt
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story_codes: M/g(7), cons

story_intro: A little girl at a very exclusive boarding school finds herself selected to be taken away to a new life and for a purpose she has been carefully trained for.


story_language: English




Chosen

Written by madvlad


comments_readers: I wrote this after watching "The Fine Art of Love" and decided to do a story with much less darker undertones than the movie.


	The school's architecture was evocative of a seventeenth century European manor. The grounds nearby were well tended, yet allowed to grow wilder in the more distant woods.

	It was more than just a school; it was a home for the girls who attended. They were orphaned, abandoned, or willing given up during infancy. After careful selection, they were sent here. As they grew up, they were educated not only in academics, but in all manners of the arts and in cultured behavior.

	Sponsoring the school were a group of people known collectively as the lords. They were fantastically wealthy and powerful - some overtly so and others more in private. Some were actually members or descendants of nobility. On occasion, a lord would choose a girl to live with him; a refined selection from a school of living art.

	This evening featured a choral concert with many of the lords in attendance. The girls were grouped as they lived and were educated - by age. As the lords sat comfortably, each group of girls sang in their crystal clear voices, some tempered with ethereal softness. The youngest group consisted of five year-olds and the oldest girls late in the evening were sixteen.

	After bowing to the appreciative applause of their exclusive audience, the girls dispersed to their dormitories. Some of the younger ones were yawning; a five year-old who had drifted off to sleep back stage was assisted by a seven year-old who made sure she returned to the proper room. As the seven year-old left the room, she was met by the school's headmistress who smiled and gently gave her the news.

	Sara's eyes grew wide in her milk-white face as she heard she had been chosen. The headmistress led her back to her dorm, patting the child's loosely curling locks of reddish brown. Another teacher had her small valise packed with her few personal effects. The other girls gathered around Sara, sharing hugs and kisses. Sara was elated with her honor but sad to leave the friends she had known all her life. As they walked down the hall, Sara peppered the headmistress with questions about Lord Aldridge, but the woman simply assured her that all would be well with her kindly benefactor and gave her a long hug before the limo swept the girl away.

	The ride was a blur and Sara found herself in a mansion where she was greeted by Carlotta, a fifteen year-old who had once attended the school before she came to live with Lord Aldridge. The girl had dark hair and matching eyes that glowed with passion as she swept her eyes over the new arrival. Sara recalled receiving similar looks from two or three other older girls at school, but never with such intensity. It made her already fluttery tummy a little jumpier.

	While a servant took Sara's suitcase away, Carlotta led Sara to a room where she helped the girl undress. Pausing to plant some lingering kisses on the seven year-old's neck and face; Carlotta brushed her hands over various parts of her body, stealing a hint of the child's creamy, tantalizing skin. Then she helped Sara don a white, diaphanous gown that revealed her innocent form beneath the gauzy surface. Carlotta also changed into a like gown, letting the girl see the charms of her well-toned, teenage body.

	They exited into the hallway where they were met by two other girls in similar attire. Francine was eleven, her slim body beginning to sprout her new breasts. A blonde nine year-old, Danika, was one who Sara fondly remembered from school before that girl had left a year earlier. Danika was a friendly girl who had once helped Sara to the school nurse when Sara was five and had badly skinned her knee. Rather than leaving once they reached the small clinic, Danika had sat with her until her knee was clean and bandaged.

	Now the three accompanied Sara to Lord Aldridge's bedroom. Although she had been carefully taught about how to behave with a lord since she was five - as had all the girls - the real thing seemed like something nearly alien. Sara didn't quite understand yet how everything would work, but Carlotta, Francine, and Danika all encouraged her to remember her lessons and that everything was fine.

	When they the bedroom, Francine and Danika stood near the bed where Sara's new master lay naked. Aldridge was in his late thirties and had a face that could be quite stern although he looked quite happy to see the girls. Carlotta presented Sara to him and Sara remembered her oath to him perfectly. Aldridge stared, feasting on the little girl's thinly veiled nakedness to a degree that even the young innocent knew what he was doing.

	With a nod of acceptance, Aldridge shifted his eyes to Carlotta. The older girl disrobed and then removed Sara's gown and led Sara next to the bed, across from the other two girls. With a hand motion, Aldridge directed Sara to slowly turn in a circle. She knew this was so the lord could see every bit of her - she had been taught that there should be nothing to hide from him.

	When her back was to him, Aldridge reached out to fondle the tight curves of her buttocks. Sara's rear rode high with her cheeks pressed together. There was no crease where her rump rose away from the backs of her thighs and the lord seemed to enjoy every wonderful bit of Sara's bottom. After he let go, Sara continued to turn until she was facing him. Although his touches had been gentle, she was trembling. Aldridge reached out to her side and gave her a sudden, unexpected tickle on the ribs that made her giggle.

	With the girl relaxed, Aldridge took one of her hands and guided it to the bald swell of her small pubis. Sara understood this and slowly moved her fingers over her mound; the initial stage of masturbation as she had been taught. Early on, the students had been encouraged to explore what their young bodies were capable of so that they would not go reluctantly to a lord's bed.

	Aldridge's eyes locked with hers, seeing them widen and display a range of things from nervousness to arousal as her fingers delved lightly into her cleft. In pleasuring herself before her lord, Sara revealed her inexperienced but honest sexuality. The brushing sounds of her fingers acquired a more liquid tone as her growing moisture graced the tips as she started to drown in the stare of the man.

	Aldridge closed his eyes for a long second, breaking the spell. While Sara's hand remained busy, she saw he had grown completely erect. She had seen tasteful paintings and sculptures of these before at the school so she and other children understood what the lords possessed, but this was the first she had seen in the flesh. As she eyed it, she tried to measure her own little opening against such a thing. The trembling returned, concentrating in her belly.

	The other girls, now all nude, had also been fingering themselves. Francine and Danika climbed onto the bed, arranging themselves on their knees on either side of Aldridge's waist. Francine produced vial of clear oil which she poured over Aldridge's member. Together, the two girls lovingly coated the entirety of their lord's phallus. Silently they left the bed to stand by it once more as Carlotta helped Sara take her place.

	Teachers had carefully explained to the girls what they were to do when it became their time. The little ones were never completely sure what it all meant. Since girls were chosen at various ages, the older ones were more understanding. For Sara it seemed only partly real until she was straddling over the thing that was pointing directly at her untried quim.

	Carlotta helped steady Sara as she lowered herself to the man, relishing the little girl's final virgin moments and anticipating her first step toward eventual womanhood. Sara's hairless cunny descended on Aldridge's glans like a sultry kiss, her soft labia opening as if to take a tongue between them. Sara moved her hips back and forth in small motions, easing her portal open as the male flesh moved inside of her smallness.

	There was one final obstacle and there was but one way to breach it. Carlotta kissed the back of Sara's head and let her go, leaving the girl on her own to perform this act. Taking an unsteady breath, Sara's eyes found her master's and she pushed her body down.

	The child's seal broke open and she cried out as she was torn. Now it was Aldridge's hands, large and strong, that took her by the torso, holding and soothing her until she calmed. With the pain gone, Sara still was in shock until the man bowed his head to her, acknowledging the gift of her virginity.

	She did not resist as he pulled her down on his oiled member, the ingredients in the potion covering him there also acting to gradually inflame her deflowered pussy. Sara felt herself swelling inside as she was taken, moaning as every passing fraction of hardness stroked her tiny passage.

	Feeling the seven year-old's sex unfurling like a dew-kissed rose around his cock, Aldridge relished the fruits of his life's efforts and accomplishments in the sweetness of her body. After implanting himself as deeply as the child could hold, he gazed at their joining and told her to look where his manhood kept her smooth mound open. 

	He moved her up and down, never wasting any stroke as he pressed into her tightness over and over. The copulation was warm and drenched with riding her arousal just as she was riding his penis. The child's body gave into her rising want, until she climaxed while impaled upon him, helpless but unwilling to stop.

	Sara had been told of such things but looked at the lord in wonder at what he had done. Aldridge never ceased and continued to make love to the girl, sometimes thrusting harder before going agonizingly slow and sensual. With an increasing stream of hot nectar, the child's tiny sex responded. Sara's orgasms continued and the little girl learned to read her body's reactions as she road each swell closer to her peak.

	An hour passed.

	It was well into the second hour when Aldridge could feel his little concubine fading. While he didn't mind her losing herself in ecstasy, he wanted her to be well aware and remember this one last thing. Now he maneuvered the girl on his cock to bring his own controlled lust to the forefront until he could no longer control it. Pumping his copious seed with heavy streams, he filled the child's womb, sealing her to him most intimately.

	Sara placed her hands over her belly, feeling his warm flow within her and understanding that she had become accepted.

	The other girls climbed onto the bed and helped ease her from him. It was Carlotta who quickly fastened her mouth to Sara's bald, creamed vulva and prevented even a drop from reaching the silk sheets. Sara was lowered onto her back to be lovingly cleaned. But Carlotta's hunger grew as she feasted further, making Sara moan lightly as the teen's tongue entered her and tasted only her after Aldridge's issue had been completely removed except for the smallest bit that remained deeply inside. Catching herself, Carlotta rose from the little girl's crotch, smiling slightly as she caught the lord's most bemused expression at her bubbling lust.

	Danika and Francine had shared Aldridge's cock between them before the man brushed his fingers over Francine's cheek. Danika had his member to herself while Francine offered a diminutive breast to her lord, sighing as he sucked her young mammary. A tilt of his hand gave leave to Carlotta who led Sara from the bed just as Aldridge was pulling the eleven year-old's smooth cunny to his mouth while Danika was about to mount herself to him below.

	Carlotta's look to Sara told the little girl that the brief interlude of oral love on the bed had only been a start. Together, they arrived in a softly lit room where the floor was almost entirely covered with silk and plush cushions of all shapes and sizes. Lounging in the nude were four more women and girls; the oldest perhaps twenty and the youngest no more than a year older than Danika.

	Gently pulling Sara with her onto the silks, Carlotta presented the child to the others. They gathered close and welcomed their new sister.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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