A troubling encounter with three colonial nymphs

Dear Sir Williard,

I needed a little time to find the words to best describe my most peculiar encounter with three daughters of the Company’s wealthiest and most influential families. I was walking in the hotel’s garden’s last night after dinner; the Edwardian Royal Hotel was particularly busy with many of Rajah-4’s colonists traveling to the city from their estates on the occasion of the arrival of the H.M.S. Siegfried. The dining hall was full to capacity with over two dozen families dressed in their finest celebrating the arrival of the great Cosmoliner. I recognized several of the high ranking officials of the company, men whose favour would easily secure a position here in Rajah’s oldest and wealthiest city. Of course I was not so improper as to introduce myself, but I hope you’ll understand my motives when I tell you I took the time to study each of the great men and their families.

I finished my very fine dinner of mushroom and crab stuffed grouse - actually Sir Williard, I believe it was a native lizard-like creature and not the real thing - but admittedly the flesh was similar in size and flavour to our Earth grouse. So I had finished my excellent diner and excused myself from the hall as I could see the hotel staff was hoping to seat another party at my table once I had left. I should have progressed to the smoking hall where it is the custom of company men to enjoy an after-diner aperitif and smoke a mixture of pipes and cigars without the burden of their wives and daughters, but I chose instead to explore the gardens of the great building. Not a small part of my decision was based on the expense of even one of the imported Earth liqueurs available at the hotel bar. The Edwardian prides itself on serving only drinks that had been aged and bottled on the homeworld and shipped with great care (and expense) to its private cellars.

Everything about the Edwardian Royal is of the highest quality. It is built of a native stone that sparkles with crystalline formations, much like quartz but with a wider array of colors, and much of the paneling is worked in a wood that possesses phosphorescence that can be activated by the warmth of a touch. The building is four stories in height and in the shape of a large ‘U’ surrounding a charming garden populated with cool fountains and both Earthen and Rajan flora.

When walking the paths in the garden it is easy to imagine that you were actually back in England and in complete privacy. Scattered throughout the paved pathways are idyllic little groves with trellis roses and stone benches conveniently placed for strollers who wished a place to stop and engage in private discourse. With the gentlemen of the company retiring to the smoking hall and their matrons adjourning to the equally comfortable parlour I found the garden was populated mostly by young men and women of my own age. In truth, I soon discovered, most of the young gentlemen stayed close to the bar and card tables set up under the Aetherlamps near the smoking hall so the great majority of the garden was relinquished to myself and several groups of lovely young debutants who flitted and danced about its paths like butterflies sojourning from flower to flower.

At first Sir Williard I believed the movement of these groups of young ladies to be a random as the motion of a molecule suspended in a solution, but in time I came to understand that these lovely young dryads knew the wandering paths and trailways of this mazelike garden so well that they were in fact contriving to meet me time and time again as I explored the wonders of this new planet. I would of course each time politely greet the young ladies, trying not to let my eyes linger too long on their smooth throats, low cut necklines or silk covered calves. During these short exchanges, it was confirmed that I was 'the Doctor who had just arrived on the Cosmoliner.' Names were exchanged, but under the circumstances which I will detail, it would be best not to disclose any specific identities.

Reread if you will your lordship, my previous descriptions of the fashion here in New India and with that in mind consider the following. When these young women escape the somber influence of their parents and chaperons, those adaptations became even more ****. I wonder what these girl’s mothers would say if they saw the loosened corsets, and how the sleeves of the dresses were pulled off the pale white shoulders to rest instead on slender arms displaying the lovely curve of shoulders and oftentimes even the swell of pale bosoms. That is not all, under the pretext (I suppose) of keeping clean their expensive dresses, the young gentlewomen would lift their skirts high off the ground exposing the petticoats and stockinged legs underneath.

After each pass the small groups of ladies would burst into giggles and whispers and I could only assume that I was the source of their amusement. One brazen trio passed by me nearly a half-dozen times, each time displaying more and more of their lithesome young bodies. Two of the three in particular were very daring; one, who wore a dress of vibrant indigo all but bared her very plump breasts, and her companion in a silvered gown paused less than a dozen feet in front of me to adjust her stocking knowing full well she was displaying her leg brazenly. Under normal circumstances, I might well have enjoyed the bold flirtation of these local nymphs, but remember Sir Williard, I studied the names and families of the officers of the Company who shared the Edwardian’s dining hall with me. I knew too well how powerful the fathers of these young ladies were, if I were caught behaving in any manner inappropriately with these lovely teases my chances of securing a position here would be very limited.

The night sky turned darker allowing many of the once plain looking flora to show their glorious luminary nature, and to my relief the young ladies had tired of their game with me, even the particularly bold trio had left me in peace to find my way back to the hotel doors. I was just reflecting on how two of the three in particular that had been so much bolder than Miss Peach (again Sir Williard I hope you understand that even in this, a scientific journal I cannot in good conscience disclose the identities of these ladies so I instead am referring to them by the colour of their gowns) who had seemed nearly as embarrassed by their antics as I was. I was wondering why she would associate with these other immodest young women when one of the very two, Miss Silver, ran up to me in apparent distress.

“Doctor, Doctor!” She grabbed me suddenly by my arm “come quick Sir, there is something dreadfully wrong with Peach.” I had thought perhaps to have stumbled upon an introduction of the most extraordinary kind. What better way to make the acquaintance of the most important men of Rajah-4 then by skillfully treating one of their beloved daughters and relieving her of some minor affliction? I eagerly following the frightened woman deeper into the gardens until I could hear the moaning of a woman in distress ahead and then I hurried ahead of my guide coming unexpectedly on a scene I will never forget.

The small clearing was lit by two luminescent trees that were as bright as a full moon back on Earth, and I saw Miss Peach stretched out upon one of the stone benches without a stitch of clothing upon her. Her hands had been bound above her head and her legs pulled to either side of the sparkling bench and tied to the base of the bench. The cause of her moans were easy to determine even for a simple man like myself, the last of the three, Miss Indigo, was kneeling by her side and stroking her nether lips with her fingers. When she saw my arrival she sensuously lowered her mouth to the bound sacrifice’s breasts, and sucked one of the swollen teats into her puckered lips, nibbling on the hardened tips before releasing it with a feral smile. The wild eyes of the lovely young woman stretched out on the bench widened in surprise and horror when she saw me but she was unable to articulate any words so caught up was she in the enormity of her situation. I was just about to storm to the lovely thing’s defense when Miss Silver caught up with me from behind.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded of her. My Lord, you cannot imagine the wicked smile that was on her face as she explained to me that they were helping Miss Peach resolve a dreadful tension that was causing her distress. I was, for just a moment Sir Williard, stunned by the unexpected wickedness right in the middle of the garden of Eden.

“She’s still a virgin Doctor,” her voice was as gentle and melodic as a siren’s even if the words were so absolutely immoral “and she thinks you’re handsome, so we thought we’d help both of you.” Sensing my indecision, the vixen continued her seductive whisperings “She is so hot and wet right now you’d just slide in, right up to her maidenhead that is, and then with one hard…”