A Boarding School Disaster (A Dark Love Story) contains f/futa, futa/futa, loli, rape

GohansFeet and andromeda without whom

I would have probably never finished it

~1~

Unexpected bed exchange

A high stone wall surrounded the Richard Wagner Boarding School For Girls. The only opening was a large barred gate, exactly as wide as the driveway that led from a lonely country road on the premises. As the gate opened with a mechanical squeak the taxi that waited in front of it drove to a small parking bay at the entrance to the building.

Lilly got out, thanked the taxi driver, and paid. As the car turned, and then drove - completely atypical for taxis - slowly back, she remained for a moment in front of the mansion. Her suitcase in hand, she looked up at the imposing facade. It did not look as dark as she had imagined. Although it certainly was old, it did not looked shabby. The dazzling rays of the rising sun were reflected in the many windows, and let it shine.

Lilly finally climbed the few steps and opened the surprisingly modern door that seemed to be composed primarily of safety glass. In the small passage that she now entered, a porter sat in a small room carved out of the wall, with a wide waist-high portion of the wall serving as a desk.

“Good morning, Sir, I'm Lilly de Saster,” she introduced herself. “Today is my first day of school here.”

The porter leafed through his papers. “Ah, there you are. Hmm, de Saster, French ancestors, right?”

“Could be.”

“Well, first you have to go to the office, there they will tell you what class you’re in. Wait, I’ll take you there.” The porter left his post through a door right next to the opening in the wall and walked ahead. The small hallway to the lobby turned into a large hall, which was lit by a huge chandelier. Wide stairs led up on both sides to galleries that lined each floor. Some students strolled along on the way to their classrooms.

Lilly did not show her astonishment, and followed the uniformed man in a corridor on the ground floor. He knocked on a door that read ‘management’, waited a short time and then entered the room. The only space that was not occupied by filing cabinets were filled with two chunky desks. At each of them sat a secretary who talked to a woman in a fashionable gray suit.

“Good morning, ladies,” said the porter. “I’m bringing a new student. Lilly de Saster.”

“Ah yes, we have been expecting you,” one of the women at the desks said. “Thank you, Hugh.”

“You’re welcome!”

The porter shut the door again, leaving Lilly with the women in the office. Silently she looked at the two secretaries. She estimated their age at late forties or early fifties. Both had permed brunette hair. Lilly was sure that somewhere in the world there had to be young school secretaries who wore no perm. One day she might even see one.

“Lilly de Saster, thirteen years old?” the woman asked who had already spoken.

“Yes.”

“Do you have French ancestors?”

“I guess so.”

“All right. You are in class 6a. And as luck would have it, here is your class teacher, Ms Flimm.”

“Hello,” said the woman in the suit, smiling.

“I am Mrs Lage, and that is Mrs Vitrial. We are here to assure that this school is running properly. If you ever have a question, you can always come to us, we’ll try our best to help you.”

“At least until 4pm,” Mrs Vitrial at the other desk interjected.

“Of course,” Mrs Lage confirmed without turning. “Mrs Flimm will lead you to the classroom, there you’ll take the first lesson with her. Here are our school rules. You can read it later. As long as you’ll follow it, you will hardly have any problems here.” She gave Lilly the list of rules, then reached for another piece of paper and passed it to her, too. “And that’s your schedule. So, do you have any questions?”

“Hmm ... yes. Where do I sleep, anyway?”

“Oh, right. Usually, new students arrive in the a

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