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 Professor Enfer was enjoying the marking of girls so much that he felt
regret that he hadn't thought of that at the beginning.  He was going to
have to take every girl he had stripped a second time to make sure every
one had his `E' for Enfer.  As much as he wanted and needed to see his mark
on them though, there were so many sexy young college girls to be had for
the first time.  No reason to make his magic a chore.  Today he was in the
mood for a first time strip and Tina would be a great subject.  She was
more than a little counterculture, hair dyed jet black, often wearing black
lipstick and with black fingernail polish.  She wore the goth style
clothing as well.  She wasn't so over the top with it that only a fetishist
could enjoy her though.  He enjoyed the dark, sassy look on her though,
probably because her beauty and sex appeal were so evident through it.  It
may be that in her case the dark hair, black make up and odd clothes
enhanced her appeal.  The bad girl look was great.  Today he was determined
to see if she looked as good without her clothes.

   It could have been after class with this one but the Shelley incident in
the library had whetted his appetite for other settings.  He followed her
one evening from her home just to see where she might go.  Gas up her car,
drop a letter at the post office, a stop at a pharmacy.  It was
surprisingly easy to follow her without her knowing it.  He had to keep his
distance, but she didn't notice him.  Her next stop was the one.  A grocery
store.  Perfect!  It was late, later than most people would do their
shopping so he hoped that a good opportunity would be had.  He went in
after her, got a cart so as to make himself inconspicuous and looked
around. He wanted to see just how many people were there before got to her.
Very few, as he suspected.  Once he felt confident at that, he got to the
aisle that Tina was shopping in.  He strolled on up to her as his magic
took control of her.  He got in front of her and looked into her eyes which
were confused by her inability to move.  He gave her a wink as he said
quietly, "Give me a look would you?" As though she were doing it freely,
she lifted her shirt and pulled up her bra to flash her tits to him.  Her
movements may have seemed willing but her expression was shocked anger at
this.  Then she stared down at her own bared boobs.  The Professor was also
staring.  They were nice, fairly big and very round.  Very round but they
were just a bit on the low side with nipples that were situated just a bit
too low for perfection.  Those low set nipples pointed straight ahead
though.  These tits were more than nice, more than lovely, they were
beautiful.  On another woman maybe they would have been less so, but they
suited her face and figure as though they had been sculpted for her in
particular.

   Once he had a good look, he let her cover back up.  To make it easier
after this, his power snapped her bra apart and slid it out of her top as
her eyes followed it to where it came to rest on a shelf.  Someone would
wonder where that came from.

   The Professor wandered to the next aisle with Tina following obediently
and silently while pushing her cart.  She kept up her grocery shopping at
his mental suggestion.  She put items in her cart and, in the middle of
that aisle, he had her flash him again.  She blushed a bright pink as he
stared and smiled.  He let her put her top back down again, but he wasn't
done with this particular flash yet.  He motioned for her to turn and she
did.  As she looked over her shoulder at him, he pointed at her pants, then
pointed down.  Again, as though entirely of her own accord, she opened her
jeans and slid them down, letting him see her soft purple panties.  He had
her turn so he could see the front of them, then he let her cover which she
did quickly.  He made her put a few items in her cart just to keep up the
illusion of a shopping trip.

   "I never have this much fun grocery shopping.  Do you?" Of course she
didn't answer him.  She just glared in response as the magic kept her
silent.  In the next aisle, it was time for another flash.  He stopped the
cart and turned to her with an expectant grin.  She shook her head a bit
but that didn't stop her from lifting her shirt again to let him ogle those
wonderful, oh so round boobs.  He let her put her shirt back, then she
snapped open her jeans and slid them down again, purple panties on display.
He motioned and she turned for him.  He whispered so silently that it
should have been inaudible but due to the magic, she heard him clearly. 
"Show me your ass." She shot a glance over her shoulder as she started to
peel her panties down.  She stood there with her butt bared for the
Professor as he drank in the sight greedily.  Idly he commented, "I don't
think you need anything in this aisle.  Let's move on."

   The Professor moved idly, feeling that this stripping session had plenty
of time and power left.  He was in the frozen food area this time.  Tina
picked up nothing but two tubs of ice cream as she followed the Professor.
This section of the grocery store held great potential.  With a sly and
happy grin, he gestured for her to lift her top again, which she did with
an angry little grimace.  His eyebrows raised appreciatively at the now
familiar but still enticing sight of her very, very round boobs.  Then he
held open one of the freezer doors.  "Press them against this." Tina's face
went from angry to intensely horrified as she stepped forward at his
command.  She held the door herself then and pressed her breasts against
the inside of the cold, cold glass.  Professor Enfer stared at the pressed
breasts from the other side, smiling wide.  He had her press a bit harder
then.  After several moments, he let her pull away and close the door, but
her tits were left out.  "That must have been cold," he commented as he
pointed at her firmly erect nipples.  He was chuckling slightly as he let
her put her top back down.  She couldn't stand to look at him now as he
looked at her, enjoying the sight of her chilly nipples pressed into the
fabric of her shirt.

   As they wandered along, another shopper came around the corner.  His
eye, naturally wandered to pretty Tina, then he stared for a second at her
nipples.  The Professor covered his grin with his hand as Tina shot the
ogler an angry glance.

   For one aisle, the Professor let her be, just to make sure that no one
else would come around.  By now he had confidence that as long as he
concentrated on it, intrusions by strangers would be repelled by the magic.
Anyone who might walk by would surely not even look down their aisle.  If
anyone had a real necessity to go their way, the Professor would surely
sense it before the fact and could have her cover before she got caught.

   In the next aisle, the Professor was still enjoying those saluting
nipples.  His magic had kept them upright as though they were still
recently frozen.  They would remain that way until he was done.  "Time for
the main event," he said to her.  He put her in a corner created by a big
cardboard display of potato chips that would be enough to provide cover as
long as no one actually came all the way around.  At the other end of the
aisle was a similar display so he could work for a little bit without
discovery.

   He gestured and the entirety of her clothing, with the exception of her
panties, ripped off of her.  She stood there open mouthed as the Professor
felt gratitude for this marvel of nature.  He whispered just loud enough
for her to hear, "Jiggle." Her nice round boobs moved up as though pushed,
then dropped once the Professor let gravity resume.  He did it again to
watch the wonderful natural bounce of them.  And again.  Then he made them
move up and down, up and down, slowly at first but with gradually
increasing tempo until the rhythm of the bouncing boobs was as fast as
could be appreciated.  Not quite done yet, he let them fall back to their
regular position before his next jiggling trick.  Instead of jiggling, he
started them juggling, that is to say, one went up while the other went
down.  He kept that up, one up, one down, up and down for about half a
minute before stopping.

   He realized now that he was taking more time with this than he felt safe
with.  A shopping cart went right past the aisle but kept on going without
that old lady noticing anything wrong.  Would the magic protect him that
far though?  Would it keep anyone from coming down this aisle until he was
done?  But what if someone really needed some of the salad dressing they
were near?  Would that person just forget it?  Maybe.  Probably in fact. 
No one had interrupted any of his other adventures, no matter where they
were.  Reassured, he felt a bit more at ease as he decided to try one last
booby trick.  Tina stared down in disgusted amazement as impressions formed
on her breasts as though a pair of hands were on them.  Those nonexistent
hands moved around her, pressing and squeezing.  She could not feel the
hands as they were not really there, but the illusion of being invisibly
groped had her fuming.  The Professor loved this show so much he vowed to
make the invisigrope one of his regular tricks.

   "Time to see that muff," he told her in that whisper that was directed
to her ears alone.  Her panties tore away and fell to the ground.  The
Professor's smile widened at the sight of her sexy, jet black bush.  It was
trimmed very close to the skin, but was still so thick that you could only
see a very little bit of skin within that triangle of hair.  "Beautiful. 
Well, we're almost done." He pulled out his bottle of ink to mark her.  The
ink that floated toward her moved around hesitantly before touching her as
though it were deciding where to land.  In fact, the Professor wasn't sure
if he wanted to put in on one of those amazing round boobs of hers or on
the corner of her dark bush.  After a few moments of uncertainty, the `E'
was placed next to one of her nice, soft pink nipples.

   There she was, butt naked and inked for the Professor's enjoyment.  To
make certain that her embarrassment would be at it's greatest, he had all
of her clothing reduce itself to tiny shreds.  All of it, except for one
long strip of her shirt.  That strip of cloth hovered in the air as the
magic turned her around (great ass!).  Her hands came together behind her
back and the cloth wrapped around her wrists before tying itself in place.
Now she was naked and tied in public.  A better ending couldn't be had, so
the Professor ambled off, whistling happily.

   Tina was left there butt naked and unable to cover.  Being released, she
almost gave voice to a scream of panic but she caught herself in time.  The
last thing she wanted was attention.  She struggled against the bonds but,
having been tied by the magic, they might as well have been tied by a
professional.  After several seconds, she gave up on that.  At any moment
though, someone could come around the corner and see her.  She had to get
out of here.  Her purse was in the shopping cart, but the strap to it was
dangling over the edge.  Standing with her back to the cart and looking
over her shoulder, she tried to get her fingers around it to retrieve it.
She tried several times to no avail before she got a good grip on it.  She
smiled savagely at her little victory but only for a moment before the
reality of her helplessly naked situation settled in again.  She pulled the
purse from the cart and got ready to run.

   She held the purse strap hard in both hands and looked down the aisle
toward the front of the store.  She gulped hard as she faced the decision
she had made.  Then she sprinted along.  Once she was past the aisles and
near the checkout lanes, no fewer than two customers and three employees
were stunned at her spectacular nudity.  She ran to the door and outside as
she heard the hoots and hollers from the men in the store.

   Outside, she felt a bit lucky since no one was close.  Then she turned
the corner to the parking lot.  A couple people were there, walking to the
store but they stopped and stared as the naked girl rushed along.  She got
to her car, but had to stop.  Her doors were locked.  She had to fish the
key out of her purse.  She let out a long string of curses.  Why hadn't she
gotten them out before she started this naked dash?  She set the purse down
and crouched next to it, fumbling through it behind her back.  People came
around and watched the show with broad smiles.  A few more had spotted her
by now and she glared at them as they stared.  "Stop looking at me!  Stop!
Go away!" Her pleas fell on deaf, or rather overentertained ears.

   After a few minutes of fruitless key searching, yet another individual
came along and, once he saw her condition, he resolved to help.  "Hold
still!  I'll untie you!" he shouted.  Though uncertain, she did as she was
told and this chivalrous gentleman undid her.  "You need your keys?," he
said picking up her purse.  She nodded, still transfixed by all the staring
eyes.  At least now she could put her hands over her private spots but they
were still an attentive audience.  Her savior unlocked her door, threw in
her purse and handed her her keys.  As she drove home, she avoided the
busier streets to keep from being spotted again.

   Home at last, she slumped to her floor and wished, really, really wished
that she had some of that chocolate ice cream she wanted so bad and had
been forced to leave behind.