Sanguine My Teacher (F/F, Futa/F, Mind Control, Transformation, Roughness)

Story by ASerra

I've been holding onto these for a while since I only have about a third of the entire run, 4 episodes, actually drafted. Given some recent personal developments though, I thought I might as well share what I've got. It'll be at least a week between episode updates, already written or otherwise.

Ep 1 didn't get around to the futa content, that will be more than rectified in future episodes. The Tags at the top are the most common themes within the series, but each episode will have it's own individual tags, many not in the thread title. Please read the tags at the opening of every episode before deciding if you're going to read it.

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Sanguine My Teacher : Episode 1 - Exposure (Mind Control, F/F x2)

A New Class

The class room had an uneasy feel to it. Anticipation and dread seemed to fill the room in equal measure. None the less each girl was in her seat, avoiding eye contact with her neighbors. Each carefully studying their reading notes or going over their summer homework.

Perhaps to some this would seem the ideal class, behaving imacculately for an ideal teacher. Reality, as it so often is, was darker and more complex. Their peace the coerced result of a web of whispered tales that spread like wildfire through the confined world of the boarding school.

The homeroom teacher had yet to arrive but that was to be expected. Her reputation for exact punctuality preceeded her and it was still a handful of minutes before class. A few girls who were already friends shot each other commiserating looks, but remained firmly seated.

Finally the door creaked open. It's ancient hinges protested their use but failed to show any significant resistance. Dr. Wells entered the room with the grace and poise of a dancer. She made no sound as she crossed the room to her lectern, a small stack of books carried under arm.

Her physical proportions were a study in a certain brand of perfection, her skin soft, and face gentle. Her hourglass figure filling out a black skirt that was just long enough to look professional. Her large soft breasts strained against the fabric of her white blouse, buttoned down just enough to put her cleavage on full display. Cleavage further framed by the hard lines of her black suit jacket which was held to her form by a single button resting over her stomach. Despite the sensuality of her wardrobe, her shoes were simple and flat, selected for comfort.

Observing that the girls had already ordered themselves she flashed a smile that put her perfect teeth on full display. Her eyes, though, were narrowed with the intensity of a predator sizing up it's prey. A few of the girls hard swallowed and rechecked their papers to ensure they had the correct summer assignments ready to hand in.

With a quick glance at the clock, she confirmed the time, nodded to herself, and began to speak. "Welcome, morsels, to Classical Literature One Oh Three." She said every sylable with a meaningful weight, as though a shakesperean actress hoping to impress her words upon a crowd. "I believe you have an assignment for collection? Please simply pass them forwards."

The soft rustle of papers filled the air, and in moments they had been collected in a few neat stacks on the desks at the front of the room. "Pardon the imposition, girls, but might I ask you to keep those on your desk and simply hand me the stack on your way out of the classroom. That would be exquisite. Now as this is the first day of class, we have a class officer in need of election."

She turned to the archaic chalk board and began to write in a clear strong hand, 'class representative'. As she wrote her ample rear was pressed out towards the girls, inviting their lustful gazes. Even those who had never felt for the female form found their eyes drifting over her curves with unaccustomed hunger.

As she settled the chalk back into the tray of the chalk board she spoke, "do I have any... volunteers?" The room fell to silence. There was visible distress as some obviously felt the urge to volunteer but found their own bodies fighting them, reacting to an instinctual fear unfathomable to their waking mind. But the silence, though heavy, was short.

A bespectacled young redhead stood up trembling with trepidation and said with a cracking voice, "I... I volunteer." It was little more than a dischordant whisper, but nonetheless it ellicited another predatory grin from the buxxom teacher.

"Excellent, Miss Tredaeux. Alexandra, it says here, is that the name you prefer to go by?"

"Yes."

"Very well, Alexandra. Come to my office after classes have let out for the day." The red haired young woman blushed profusely and sat down again immediately, murmering her assent. "Cleaning duty shall be decided by seating arrangement, two at a time beginning in the front here by the door and working across and back."

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