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story_codes: M/g, cons, first, drugged

story_intro: The new headmaster at the Claridge Academy, a prestigious K-12 boarding school for girls, discovers that the school has been a front for pedos since its founding in the ninetteenth century. Honored to carry on the tradition, he selects a five year-old named Gretchen to receive some private orientation on her new school.

story_language: English







Claridge Academy, part 1

Written by Madvlad


	Marshall Eddings, the new headmaster, sat with the faculty on stage as the students filed into the auditorium for the first day of the new school year at the Claridge Academy. The girls' school was established in 1872 and had an impeccable record of producing graduates of scholastic achievement and social graces. It was also rare in that it taught students from kindergarten through high school. This was to accommodate parents who worked overseas in industry or the diplomatic corps or otherwise had professional lives that provided little time at home.

	The dormitories had "dorm mothers", woman who looked after and counseled the children outside of the classroom setting. There was typically one dorm mother for every six students. This made it easier for the girls to adjust to and thrive in their lives away from home. 

	Eddings had been a teacher at Claridge for a little over twenty years and, with the retirement of Headmaster Farley last spring, became the school's sixteenth headmaster at the age of fifty-eight. He watched the girls come in wearing the traditional Claridge school uniform - white blouse, dark blue blazer with the school crest on one pocket, gray skirts that were roughly knee-length (allowing for growth spurts), white stockings that stopped below the knee, and black patent leather shoes or loafers. 

	To many people, the girls in their uniforms looked charming. For pedophiles, they looked mouth-watering; the stuff of fantasies as to what they might look like - and feel -like, under their innocent attire. And Eddings definitely fell in the latter category.

	He loved the smooth bodies of the prepubescent girls - their soft faces, bell-like voices, and tantalizing figures that were still quite early in the bud. The youngest were simply adorable with their traces of puppy fat, small limbs, and curious nature. The older ones were just as fetching in a different way as their personalities developed and their bodies' babyish curves grew slim and longer.

	During his teaching career, he had a never-ending parade of eye-candy in his classes. And he was always an enthusiastic booster at their sporting events where they were often in shorts or, thank heaven, swimsuits. 

	He had boxes of school activities photos that had been the staple of his masturbation fantasies for years, along with pictures carefully clipped from store catalogs. By the mid-90's, the internet provided him with unlimited sources of treasure and his photo collection was eventually scanned so they his collection might be stored more discreetly.

	Never had he acted on his impulses with any child in person, for the fear of exposure and humiliation was too great. He thought his predilections had gone unnoticed until he saw the letter on his desk that morning.

	The envelope was made of fine paper and simply bore his name on the front. Looking around his office, he searched for a clue as to how it had arrived since he kept the room locked while he was not there. He opened it as he slowly sat in his chair and noticed that it also contained an old key along with the letter.

	"Dear Headmaster Eddings,

	Congratulations on your new promotion. We are sure that Claridge will flourish under your direction. 

	Please allow us to introduce ourselves. We are simply known as The Five. We are all members of the academy's Board of Trustees - a minority considering that there are eleven board members, but we always know how to ensure our wishes are met. 

	Additionally, we know that you have a deep sexual attraction to little girls."

	The room was quite comfortable at precisely seventy-two degrees, Fahrenheit, but Eddings felt his gut grow cold as sweat broke out on his forehead. He steadied his trembling hand and continued to read with a lump in his throat. 

	"There is a part of Claridge Academy's history that is not recounted publicly for obvious reasons. The school's founder, Josiah Claridge, started the school in part so that he might have access to the young girls he found desirable. His tastes ran from the ages of eight to thirteen, but we feel the old boy would have approved of our decision to lower the admission age to five as we did in 1965.

	We, The Five, continue his tradition and have followed you progress from even before you were approached with an offer to teach here all those years ago. Your professional and academic records were more than satisfactory for the job, but it was your other attributes that made you perfect as a prospective headmaster."

	Eddings realized that he must look like an idiot with his mouth agape, but he paid it little mind as he read these revelations. 

	"First and foremost, your discretion concerning your desires has been excellent. We monitored you closely and never did you show any untoward attention to any girl at Claridge. And if you did succeed in having your way with one, then bravo, sir, for it was accomplished with the utmost care and stealth."

	Eddings shook his head in wonder. He had never attempted such a thing and it seems that it was just as well that he didn't since he had apparently been under surveillance. 

	"Secondly (and this is a most delicate issue - please excuse our directness), your male anatomy is on the small side which means that with proper technique, you should be able to safely penetrate even the smallest pupil here.

	Lastly, you are skilled at writing narrative prose. This is very important to us as we shall shortly explain.

	You'll notice an old oak filing cabinet in the corner. Its bottom drawer takes a separate key that only you and we will have. Yours is in this envelope. Contained inside are copies of the record books of Claridge's previous headmasters.

	These books contain the photos of the girls that each headmaster has taken into sexual congress. Additionally, there are narrative descriptions of each encounter. They describe each child's reaction, the intimacies of their bodies, and, of course, the actions performed. What we require form you is a photo of each girl - the school photos are what is usually used - and a narrative of each encounter. Please place them in the drawer and they will be collected at our leisure.

	Additionally, some headmasters have seen fit to add additional items such as a lock of hair or a scrap of cloth from an intimate garment. Two of your predecessors actually included a drop of blood on a handkerchief from each virgin they had. Then there was Headmaster LaGrange in the 1970's and 80's who tape-recorded the little ones during the act. We've digitally re-mastered these recordings and have them on a flash drive taped inside the cover of his book. These additions are completely optional and may be done as you desire or not. 

	Also in the drawer is a bottle containing a draught that serves three functions - a muscle relaxant (quite useful for those little holes), a pain-killer (to a degree, still treat the little ones gently), and a sedative. The sedative portion is quite brilliant in that the child is awake and compliant throughout the encounter, but does not remember anything afterward. 

	Old Josiah, who as you know made his fortunate in early pharmaceuticals, concocted the original formula in the late 1860's. We've been able to refine it over the years for even better results. The drug dosage depends on the girl's weight, which is easily obtainable through school records. It is essentially flavorless and his best administered in a beverage such as tea or lemonade. We will refill the bottle as necessary as you leave it in the drawer.

	Now it's obvious that the girls may require a certain amount of cleaning and possibly care after you are done with them. Not to worry as this is the job of the dorm mothers and they are quite ready to do this."

	Eddings gasped in amazement. The letter continued.

	"No doubt that you gave just gasped in amazement (ha!). Please forgive us our little moment of amusement. 

	To continue, each dorm mother at the school has been especially screened and selected to support our special program here. They will ensure that the girls you select receive proper care and help ensure that the girls remain unaware of what has happened to them. 

	However, we must stress that you never discuss any of this with them for reasons of maintaining secrecy. Having certain staff members exchanging winks and smiles with the headmaster could draw unwanted attention. All you need to do is simply inform them when you want to see whom and they will bring them to you and collect them afterward.

	By the way, we may 'sample the wares' so to speak of any girl you select. We may have them for an evening or a weekend - all arrangements will be made with the dorm mothers. Our selection of them does not preclude you from enjoying them at any later date. On occasion, we may request that you do not have relations with a certain student. This will be no reflection on you; it is merely that we are making plans. And as you read the narratives of Headmaster Farley, your predecessor, you may find that some of his selections appeal to you. By all means - please enjoy them!

	One final note: You are undoubtedly aware of a troupe of rather troublesome girls entering their junior year of high school - Sue Andrews, Marti Kessler, Shawna Abrams, Luann De Soto, and Tori Miller. They have charmingly dubbed themselves the "Bitch Brigade". Quite apropos, in our opinion. By the way, none of these five has ever been selected by us or the headmaster.

	Miss Andrews and Miss Miller have been granted to permission to drive automobiles for the weekend off of school grounds. This is a rare dispensation, usually reserved for more deserving students of the best behavior, but we have our reasons for giving these two more freedom in search for more mischief. We will be keeping tabs on them.

	As you know, Miss Miller has a nine year-old sister, Beth, who has been a student here since kindergarten. Whatever the elder sister's behavioral issues are, the younger Miss Miller has been a model student, much to the relief of you and your staff, I'm sure. Miss Andrews has a younger sister, Meagan, who is part of your new kindergarten class. We have no idea as to how she'll behave, so we wish you only the best of luck in that regard.

	We shall be in contact with you in written form such as these letters, left in the file drawer. In the mean time, please enjoy the well-earned perks of your new position!"

	Sincerely,

	The Five


	Eddings mind returned to the present as he heard and then saw the quintet of the "Bitch Brigade" make their entrance into the auditorium. As usual, they were making snide comments and snapping their chewing gum. All five were attractive enough, if not beautiful. And he noticed that each had her skirt hemmed just above the knee at the highest height the dress code allowed. Usually, girls began the school year with their skirts a little lower as their legs would grow and raise the hem.

	He scanned the seats in the middle rows of the auditorium and spied Beth Miller sitting and quietly talking with several of her fourth grade classmates. Thank goodness she was nothing like her older sister.

	Several dorm mothers were herding the new kindergarteners to the front row. The little girls craned their necks and stared at their new surrounding, so they required a little extra help in getting seated. Students had begun moving onto the campus three days ago, but this was the first time the five year-olds saw this grand old room. Eddings couldn't help but to smile at their awe.

	He glanced down at the small booklet that listed all students by class, with a face photo and a small description of each girl. This was particularly useful with the new class of youngsters. He looked at the book and back up at the little ones until he found Meagan Andrews. 

	She was average-sized for her age with a round face, Cupid's bow lips, and expressive brown eyes. Her reddish brown hair was cut to just below the top of her blazer collar in the back. She was giggling and talking with her other new classmates and seemed decent enough at first glance.

	Eddings spied another girl standing by herself near the front row. She seemed too young to be here and he scanned the kindergarten pages until he found her. Whitney Bell. She had turned five two days ago and was quite small for her age. As she had scored well on her exams and her parents had an excellent reputation, she had been admitted to the school with no problem. He noticed that due to her parents' schedule (they were flying to the Far East on an embassy assignment); she had just been delivered to the school this morning.

	Whitney looked like a little china doll. Her skin was milky white with a touch of pink on her cheeks. Pulled in a long pony tail with her bangs hanging in the front, Whitney's hair was light blonde, almost white. Her light hair and complexion contrasted with her berry red lips and startlingly deep blue eyes.

	The little girl had become separated from her dorm mother in the bustle and now had no idea what to do as others walked around her. The poor thing did not know anyone here yet and Eddings could see her eyes brimming with tears. Then he saw Meagan look her way and hop down from her seat. If she was anything like her sister, Meagan would undoubtedly see a smaller girl about ready to cry and would pounce at the opportunity to make her miserable.

	Eddings held his breath as a smiling Meagan walked up to Whitney. He was ready to intercede, but he saw Meagan say something to Whitney and then the blonde girl nodded with a huge look of relief on her face. Meagan took her hand and walked her back to where the other girls were sitting and introduced her new friend to them all. Whitney climbed into a chair and gleefully joined whatever conversation five year-olds found compelling. 

	Eddings exhaled with relief. It seemed that Megan would not be the problem her sister was. He scanned the first row of little girls, deciding that his first sex mate should be from this new class. But who to choose from?

	Meagan was certainly very spunky and cheerful and her lips looked very tasty. But then, so did Whitney's. And Whitney was such a small child. What was the old pedophile's joke? A five year-old with the body of a four year-old?

	Eddings wished their skirts were a little higher so that he could see above the adorable little knees of the entire first row. A minute later, he saw another kindergartener suddenly drew her legs up and put her feet on the edge of her seat. The skirt slid down her thighs, which were spread just enough for Eddings to see the pretty flesh of her legs and the thin white cotton of her underpants displaying a juicy looking camel toe.

	Eddings enjoyed the view until one of the dorm mothers lightly tapped the girl on the knee and said quietly something to her. The little girl smiled in response and promptly straightened her legs. She had light blue eyes and wore her yellow hair in a single braid down her back. Eddings checked his book. Gretchen Larsen was her name. And her little impromptu display had just won her the honors of being the new headmaster's first child.

	"I really like birdies," Gretchen said enthusiastically as Eddings handed her a cup of drug-laced fruit punch. 

	The little girl remembered her manners and thanked the headmaster before she began to drink. Eddings had waited a week for usual frenetic activity of the first week of school to subside before he had the girl brought to him. 

	They chatted a little longer in Eddings' office until Gretchen was only mechanically responding to questions. Her eyes had a glassy look to them and Eddings knew from the additional instructions for the draught that she was ready.

	"Gretchen," he said quietly. "Please remove all of your clothes."

	The child obeyed and within two minutes Marshall Eddings had his fantasy standing completely nude in front of him. He picked Gretchen up and stood her on his desk where he could see every part of her delightful little body. Slowly, he brushed his fingers over various parts of her, relishing the delicately soft skin that was nicely tanned from the summer. The pale outline of skimpy panties and the two small white triangles on her chest told him her parents had dressed her in a bikini while at the beach. 

	He placed his hands over the triangles on her chest and massaged her flesh, rolling his thumbs over her nipples until he felt them respond. The headmaster nibbled on each tiny nubbin as they grew erect as he slid his hands down to her round little ass. He squeezed and rolled her buttocks in his hands before running his hands down her legs. Languidly, he caressed his way back up Gretchen's perfect young limbs until he reached the tops of her thighs.

	The kindergartener's pussy was completely hairless, a small bulge between her legs with a little slit that was slightly dimpled at the top. Trying to remember to breathe, Eddings kneaded the warm gobbet of flesh in his fingers, spreading the chubby mound apart so he could gaze at the inner flesh, so pale and pink and ready for him. Bringing his nose against her spread opening, he inhaled deeply. To his slight disappointment, she smelled the same as she did everywhere else - like a well-scrubbed little girl. Of course, she was still perfectly dry in there and Eddings was determined to change that immediately.

	He grasped her ass once more to holder her fast while he licked her little mound, then eased his tongue into her slit. He pressed against her hymen and diddled her clit with the tip of his tongue. After a few minutes, he was rewarded with a unique, slightly salty taste from her sex as she began to lubricate. Gretchen's only verbal response was a quiet "ah".

	With his cock beating at the door of his fly and threatening to make a mess inside his pants, Eddings placed a folded towel on his desk and laid Gretchen down on top of it. He completely removed his pants and underwear, not wanting anything to interfere with his first girl, and spread her legs. He took a digital camera from the door and snapped a picture of Gretchen's tightly closed twat. 

	Setting the camera beside her, he slathered some KY Jelly on his cock head in a thin film. Gretchen watched his cock with drug-induced detachment as he held it up between her legs.

	"I'm going to put this inside that sweet little pussy and make you mine now, darling. Is that alright with you?"

	Uncomprehendingly, but completely open to suggestion, Gretchen simply answered, "Yes."

	He rubbed his cock head up and down her little slit. While he was painfully aware of how small he was in length and width, he still looked huge against the child's quim. Pressing inward, he saw and felt the kindergartener's pussy begin to bulge apart. As his head moved in, he could feel it squeeze through the narrow opening of the inner lips and then press against the tiny membrane that guarded the little girl's virgin passage. 

	Eddings adjusted his hold on Gretchen's hips and forced his cock in further. For a brief moment, the little girl's cherry stubbornly refused to break and only stretched inward. Despite the drugs, Gretchen made some noises in her throat to express her discomfort. Then her eyes flew open all the wider as the membrane finally gave way and gave Eddings' cock full access to her innocent pussy. 

	"Oh!" the little girl cried softly as her virginity was lost. 

	Eddings kept feeding his cock into her tight little hole until he felt it reach bottom. He had managed to get another inch or so inside of her past his head. He pulled out and gave the child's pussy a few more thrusts. The hot tight grip inside her vulva was exquisite as his cock slid through her liquid lined sheath. A few beads of blood had worked out of her pussy and now stained his cock and the smooth skin of her intimate flesh. 

	Eddings took another picture of this and then resumed fucking the little student entrusted to his care. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and pressed them up toward her sweet young body, presenting her pussy for slightly deeper fucking. Gretchen showed no signs of pain and only responded to each inward thrust with an "ungh" grunted in her sweet little voice. The soft flesh above her pussy flexed each time he plunged into her. Eddings could take it no longer and let himself cum. 

	The little girl's pussy could only take so much and soon his jism was overflowing from her tight cunt with pink streaks where her virginal blood was forced out with it. Eddings leaned forward and planted his hands palms down on his desk, panting. Once he regained his composure, he straightened up and looked down at where he cock was still embedded in the little pussy.

	Courteously, he thought he should give the little girl some pleasure before he withdrew. He began to massage her clit and then proceeded to alternately push in on it, flick it, and pinch it between two rubbing fingers. This went on for many minutes until Eddings felt Gretchen's pussy give a quick shudder on the inside. Gretchen looked at him and said 
"oh!" and continued to look at him through eyes that weren't completely focused. 

	The old headmaster assumed he had just given the child her first cum and was amazed when he felt himself begin to stiffen inside her. This was by far the fastest he had ever recovered in a long time and he decided to make the most of it. 

	He began to fuck his little prize again. This time her baby cunt felt and sounded much wetter with his jism and her new juices bathing both of their organs. He increased the pace of their copulation until he felt his balls surge and release again. The five year-old's little pussy, completely virgin less than an hour ago, accepted its second load of cum. 

	When he pulled his cock out, a nice stream of semen oozed from Gretchen's precious cuntlet. There were still a few telltale spots of blood on her crotch and some pinkish streaks in the male cum that indicated her recent deflowering. Eddings took one final picture before dressing himself and cleaning Gretchen's messy little crotch.

	While the little girl mindlessly dressed herself at his request, Eddings called her dorm mother and told her that his conference with Gretchen was done. A few minutes later, the woman politely arrived and escorted her charge back to her room. 

	With the sex still fresh in his mind, Eddings typed out his narrative on his computer, saving the file directly to a flash drive he had inserted. Then he loaded the three photos to the drive, printed copies of everything out for his scrapbook, and finally placed the drive and book in the file drawer. He made sure it was securely locked before he picked up the soiled towel from the floor behind his desk. He rinsed the loose fluids from it in the small bathroom attached to his office and stuffed the towel into the middle of the laundry bin in the gymnasium. 

	At the beginning of every school year, he, like every headmaster before him, announced that the coming year would be the best in the school's history. Eddings now truly believed that this would at least hold true for him.

	


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