Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. As he taught his last class of the day, Professor Enfer kept looking at the luscious red headed Rebecca. His mind was already made up. He was absolutely going to strip her down again. This sexy princess needed to have his mark on her body somewhere and he was going to have a lot of fun deciding where to put it. He made it easy to get to her. When he dismissed class, he immediately put her under his spell so that she would be unable to refuse when he said, "Rebecca? Could have a word with you please?" "Certainly Professor," she said with a sunny smile and bright voice both of which were sweeter than any she would have given him even before he had embarrassed her the first time. The Professor for a moment was irritated beyond imagining when someone else asked, "Uh, is it all right if I stay too?" He turned to see Pella and he decided that this wasn't unfortunate at all. It was no mystery what she wanted. Her grade was slipping and she surely wanted advice for improving it. That was the way the Professor was. He was always available to his students. It didn't make him popular but he wasn't as disliked as he could have been, and today it worked out to his great advantage. His eyes latched on to Pella immediately. Rebecca wouldn't have to suffer alone. Once all the other students were gone, he walked over to the door, keeping his two catches still, but allowing Rebecca a little soft speech. "Oh no, not again. Professor, however it is you do this, please don't." He locked his door and returned to them with a smile of satisfaction. Pella looked worried but also confused. Rebecca's face pleaded as well as her voice. "Just, just let me go. I --" Silence at his unspoken command. Then he had the two lovelies stand upright, side by side in front of him. Rebecca's long red hair was somewhat dark and offset greatly by Pella's very dark hair, not short, but shorter than Rebecca's. Before starting, he offered his assurances to Pella, "You seem to be afraid. No need to be. This only lasts for a little while. It will even be enjoyable. For me that is. Probably not for you. Still, considering everything, I think it will help your grade in my class." He took a seat in his chair and the two unwilling lovelies stood in front of his desk, just far enough he could see them from mid thigh up. "Hmm. Where to start? I think I would just love to watch the two of you undress each other." He used the magic to enforce that suggestion. The girls would strip each other of their clothes and bras. He wanted to save the panty dropping for a bit though. What he was going to enjoy thoroughly was seeing just how they would go about this. He didn't control them as if they were puppets. The exact movements of their mutual stripping would be up to them. Rebecca started unbuttoning Pella's blouse and the look of nervousness on Pella's face was delightful. Her form fitting light blue bra inspired the Professor's lust greatly. Once it was undone, Rebecca slid the top down Pella's arms as Pella started undoing Rebecca's pants. Once those pants were undone, Pella stooped, shirt down but not off, as she slid the slacks down Rebecca's fantastic lower body. Yellow panties. Dark yellow but laced with a softer yellow at the edges. The pants reached her ankles. Enfer stood up to watch as she stepped out of them. As Pella stood again, Rebecca urged her with one hand to turn around. Standing there and shivering slightly, lovely Pella demurely allowed Rebecca to get that blouse of off her completely. Then the back of her bra was unclasped. Very little sound was allowed by the magic as all this went on, but the little whine elicited by the undoing of her bra was outstanding. The Professor had a wide smile as Pella dared a glance at him, then quickly away. Her bra was slid down her arms and off. Her tits were medium sized and very firm. From the side they were gentle slopes with nipples standing out spectacularly. The bra was all the way off now and Rebecca reached around to unzip Pella's jeans. Those pants were pulled down and off. Once Pella stepped out, she turned and starting pulling Rebecca's shirt off. Rebecca had to put her arms up for that. Her yellow bra matched her panties. The clasp was on the front, so once Pella had that undone, the Professor let them stop. The girls turned toward him and the Professor allowed Pella to cover her tits. She used her forearms, pressed tightly against her breasts and angled so that her hands were on each opposite collarbone. It was an almost artistic pose. Rebecca's tits were out, bra still on, but opened up so that the Professor could stare at her wondrous nipples, dark pink and perfectly placed and sized. At his mental command they stood up at their highest and this made their upturned point so much more enjoyable. He looked up from her chest to her face, then to Pella's, then back. Rebecca had a look of angry disgust where Pella seemed still just too afraid to anticipate the next moment. "Turn around girls." Two delectable pantied asses met his eye, Rebecca's nice, not quite entirely round curve in tight yellow panties. Pella's was a bit bigger, a nice, high flying cushion, padded but obviously with some firm muscle under that. Under the influence of the eyes, the girls posed, girly poster style, thrusting their hips back, pointing their buns at him. Wanting more, the Professor had their panties pull up into their cheeks, the wedgie revealing what the panties only hinted at. "Beautiful. But I think we can lose those panties all together don't you think?" "What?" "NO!" There was no mercy for them though. The underwear snapped off of them, leaving them bare bottomed. Only Rebecca's bra remained now and that covered nothing essential. "Time to turn back around." He had Rebecca turn first, allowing her to put her hands over her bush, putting off that embarrassing moment. Her anger had turned to a very shy stare into the distance. He told Pella, "You're next. I'll let you cover up I suppose, but one thing or the other. Hands on your tits or your pussy. I'll see whatever you leave unprotected." Though he couldn't see her wide eyed panic expression, her body language pleased the Professor greatly. True to his word, he gave her the limited freedom of movement. Against her will she began to turn and her hands shot down over her lower anatomy. Her tits were real nice, firm but low placed. The soft pink nipples pointed almost straight ahead, just very, very slightly outward. Her head was turned to the side, trying not to look at his overt stare. "Well, it's obvious that you'd rather I not see that last little bit, but how are the two of you going to keep your pussies covered when you're doing jumping jacks?" The girl's averted eyes both snapped to him, filled with worry. A glance from the Professor had Rebecca's bra snapped away so that nothing could interfere with the delight of the naked calisthenics. As though they needed to be told, he demanded, "Well, get started! Fifty jumping jacks! Count them!" The girls started up, "One! Two! Three!" As they moved, the Professor enjoyed the bouncing of the boobs, Rebecca's smaller ones bouncing tightly up and down, Pella's moving in quick circles. "Twenty two! Twenty three!" The Professor's stare moved over the sexy naked bodies as they moved. "Thirty five! Thirty six!" When it was finally over, the girls stood, breathing just a bit faster. "Very good girls. I think you deserve a little comfort. Hm. Let's see. Rebecca, why don't you give Pella's boobs a good massaging?" With miserable expressions, the two girls faced each other. Rebecca's hands found Pella's breasts and, urged on by the magic, she went to work fondling and rubbing them. Pella turned her head away and stared at the floor. "Nice boobs aren't they Rebecca?" "Yes Professor," she said in a voice bright with false enthusiasm inspired by the magic. "What you really want is to suck them a bit don't you?" "Mmmmm." Rebecca gave Pella's boobs one last good squeeze before letting go. Then she leaned forward and, much to Pella's horror, began licking a nipple. The licking turned to soft kisses that turned to lively sucking. Pella stared around helplessly until the Professor let Rebecca stop. He pointed at them both, "Rub them together now." The girls pressed their breasts together and slid them upward and down and back forth against each other. Their bodies moved with seeming delight, but their faces were filled with blushing shame. "Lovely. Hm. I think next," the Professor didn't even finish his thought aloud. He just had Rebecca turn away and bend over a desk. He admired her bent over butt a moment or two before saying, "Spanking time. Pella, enjoy this." "Of course Professor." Her words defied her thoughts of course, but she couldn't stop herself. She caressed Rebecca's beautiful bum a moment, then swatted her. A couple more spanks, then caress, fondle, squeeze. Then spank, spank, spank, fondle and squeeze with both hands. The Professor had magically put a limit to Rebecca's silence. When her embarrassment became truly unbearable, she would shout out. It took about six spanks longer than the Professor expected before she screamed, "Stop it! Please!" "All right, okay, good enough." He motioned for Pella to stop but at the same time, he willed her to swat Rebecca's butt one last time before giving it a few loving pats. "I think I've had enough fun. Only two more things to do. First, turn toward me." At his command they stood exposed for him. The Professor's eyes gazed down at Pella's nice shaved pussy. With her legs tight together, a nice set of lines formed, pointing downward. Up from there, he took another look at her full tits. Then over at Rebecca's pretty boobies and down finally to rest on Rebecca's red bush. "That's where your mark should be," he stated, as he brought out his bottle of ink. A little bit of it bubbled out and moved through the air to the upper corner of that wonderful red triangle and formed an E that wouldn't wash off. Realizing that she had, in effect, been branded by this pervert, she fumed silently. Pella's `E' was placed on her right boob, just outside the inner edge of her nipple. "I hope you'll both think of me every time you see those letters. Oh, and speaking of letters, Pella, your grade in my class is absolutely going to improve. I show blatant nepotism to all the girls who get naked for me. You've got a bit of, ah, homework with this assignment though. Namely, you've got to figure out how to get loose." The girls didn't know what he meant by that, but a long strip of cloth was torn off of two of their articles of clothing. While the rest of the clothes started shredding up into tiny fragments, those two strands moved at the girls. Against their will, Pella and Rebecca stood back to back and put their hands together as the cloth tied firmly around their wrists. Aghast, the girls were now not only left naked, they were tied together. The Professor left with a broad smile. Pella and Rebecca felt their self control return but they had no idea how that helped them. "What are we going to do?," Pella cried. "Move with me. Get my purse. I can call for help on my cell phone. My room mate should be in our room and she can bring us some clothes." The girls shuffled across the room and Rebecca retrieved her phone. After a little bit, she managed to call for help and her friend would be there soon with two sets of clothing for them. Due to the power of the magic eyes, neither Rebecca nor her room mate found it odd that she was not asked how it was that she came to be tied up naked in a classroom. Pella and Rebecca waited impatiently, neither of them realizing what a mistake they had made. They had called for help, but they had not locked the door behind the Professor. eventually a student arrived, very early for the next class. A male student. A very happily surprised student. "What happened here?," he asked. Pella and Rebecca were both pulling at their bonds, but they weren't able to get free. They let out a series of musical whines and whimpers as they were gawked at by another stranger. To make matters worse, he was a skinny, nerdy type. Knowing he'd never get another opportunity to see girls like this in a situation like this, he took advantage of it. Rebecca shrieked at him, "Put that away! Don't take pictures!" But he did. His cell phone camera clicked away, taking photos of them both. He got full frontals of both gorgeous girls along with closeups of tits and beaver. "I suppose you want me to untie you?," he said getting close. "In a second or two." First though, he took a long, grabby feel of Rebecca's breasts as she fumed silently. One of his hands wandered down her body to take a grope of that red bush. Pella, who squawked prettily when he touched her, got the same treatment, boob groping, then a fondle of her shaved beaver. Finally, their perverted rescuer slipped one strand of cloth off of them. He went back to staring at them and taking occasional pictures as they freed their other hands and locked the door. After a while, Rebecca's friend arrived with clothes but the time spent covering with their arms with a leering loser was almost as bad their time with the Professor.