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 Making the Grade

   Professor Enfer had often fantasized about lovely Alice.  She was a
perfectly pretty sort of girl, everything sweetly and pleasantly placed and
proportioned all over her.  She had nice, light brown hair and seductive
green eyes.  The Professor had enjoyed many a fantasy about her.  He
decided to indulge in one, using the magic eyes to force Alice into playing
the part.

   Class had just ended, and students filed out of the classroom slowly
except for one.  The Professor had her in his grip before she had even
stood up.  Not knowing why, she slowly approached the Professor's desk. 
She had a wonderfully seductive expression on her face, which of course the
Professor put there.  He would play his own part faithfully and supply her
words and actions for her.  "What can I do to help you Alice?"

   She turned briefly coy as she said, "I really need an A in this class,
Professor Enfer.  I would do anything for an A." She couldn't even force
the appropriate expression of panic.  What was happening to her?  She
repeated herself.  "I would do anything for an A."

   The Professor gave a little smile.  "Alice, you're already an A
student."

   "Well in that case, I'll just do anything."

   He smiled villainously.  "I was hoping you'd say that."

   "What do you want?" she said playfully.  Underneath that she was
panicked.  What was about to happen?  She understood now that somehow this
man had her hypnotized.

   "Well Alice, I think I'd like to see what kind of panties your wearing
today."

   She smiled as though that were the most welcome suggestion he could have
offered.  She unzipped her jeans as he leered.  She scooted them down her
hips, showing him her plain white cotton panties.  "Do you like them?"

   "Turn around for me Alice." She did, and he told her, "I think a thong
would have been a better choice for an ass like that."

   "Then maybe you'd like them better like this." As though it were her own
idea, she wedgied her panties, revealing a wonderful pair of cheeks.  She
looked back over her shoulder with an adorable smile.  "You want me to bend
over?" Without even getting an answer, she did that and it was wonderful.
Her ass was full but not big, somewhat athletically curved.  She stood back
up and turned back around.  Tugging gently at her waistband, she asked, "Do
you want to me to pull them down?"

   "Not just yet," the Professor said.  He assured her though, "You'll get
to show me everything though, don't worry." For just a moment he let her
drop her act.  The worry in her trembling, light green eyes was wonderful.
Then she was right back in character.

   She asked him, "What do you want to see next?  My breasts?"

   "That's a wonderful idea." She started unbuttoning her shirt.  Slowly,
button by button, accompanied by seductive glances from those gorgeous
eyes, she opened it up.  She still had it on, but all the way unbuttoned,
as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.  Playfully, she asked
him, "Are you ready for this?" She put her hands to her bra like she was
about to pull it down, but didn't quite do it.  Professor Enfer was
delighted with the show.  He was controlling her but not like a puppet. 
This teasing act came from her own impulses even if they had to be pulled
from her mind.  She was good at it too.  She gently bit her lower lip with
a coy smile as she slid her bra down to let her lecherous teacher see her
fabulous boobies.  Mediums, but if there is an exact medium size, then
these were just a bit bigger than that.  They were very round, but not
quite perfectly so.  Her bright, perfectly pink nipples were just a bit
high up, pointing out happily at the world.  With a touch of nervousness
she asked, "What do you think?"

   "You're gorgeous." The Professor's eyes couldn't be torn away from that
amazing pair of tits.

   She turned in place, giving a quick ass flash.  Then she started
slipping her shirt off her shoulders.  "Can I just take off everything? 
I'm dying to get naked for you." In truth she was just dying from
embarrassment.

   The Professor put his hand to his chin thoughtfully.  "I think I'd like
that.  In fact, I think I'd like to see you just tear all of that off."

   Alice's eyes quivered, but her artificial smile didn't.  In fact, the
magic made her sound quite grateful, "Oh I'd love to.  You're going to love
this, Professor." The magic made the ripping easy for her as she grabbed
the front of her bra and snapped it right off of her body.

   "Oh yeah," the Professor said.

   "Ooooh," Alice moaned, as though baring herself was exciting her own
impulses.  At her thigh, she grabbed the side of her pants.  She tore them
down the side, showing just a bit of effort.  After tearing the other side,
she flung them to one side.  She was reduced to her open blouse (such
wonderful tits!) and her panties.  She turned around to show the professor
her pretty buns again as she struck a couple sexy poses.  Then she tore one
side of her panties.  When she turned around the front of those torn
panties hung tantalizingly close to some real exposure.  Just barely the
very corner of her dark brown bush showed.  She tugged at them slightly. 
"Can I take these off now?  I'm just dying to show you my pussy."

   "First get the shirt off." In response to that she slipped it off so
that she was naked except for those damaged panties.  She turned in place
again, teasing him with her lovely figure.

   The Professor had loved this little game, but he was dying to see some
real embarrassment.  At last he let her real reactions take control again,
except of course for her desire to run.  She stayed where she was, but her
arms wrapped tightly across her boobs.  Her legs wriggled against each
other uncomfortably.  Her eyes trembled and her lower lip thrust forward
delightfully.  "Can I get dressed now?" What else was there to say?

   "Now that hardly seems fair."

   "What?"

   "Well, a moment ago you were about to bare your pussy for me.  You can't
leave me tormented like this.  Get those panties off."

   "What?  NO!" She tried to move from that spot, to grab a piece of her
clothing, anything.  She couldn't.  She could only stand there nearly naked
as her teacher leered at her.

   The Professor didn't force Alice at all, but he did demand with a
sinister air, "Get them off.  Show me that pussy."

   Alice tried to run again, but of course couldn't.  She gaped down at her
own bare body and put a hand defensively over the front of her torn
panties. Then the magic pushed her hand away.  The Professor said with a
sigh, "Very well.  I'll do it for you." With a hard stare, he had the magic
pull at her panties.  Alice screamed as the panties tugged away from her
slowly.  That suspenseful panty pull lasted several seconds and Alice put
her hands over her face.  Then with a loud rip, her panties were gone and
she was bare beaver naked.  "NO no NO no NO no!  OHooHOH!  Don't look at
me!!!"

   Of course Professor was looking.  He was staring at her nice soft brown
bush.  It was thick, but trimmed down, although not too close.  It was sort
of a medium length haircut of a bush.  It was a real nice triangle of a
shape, and it covered a pretty good amount of area.  The Professor grinned
evilly as he let her move her hands as she pleased.  Immediately she was
covering her muff.  She switched to outrage as she shouted, "Let me go! 
Let me go!  You can't do this to me!"

   "Give me another peek."

   "NO!" But then her hands moved away.  She struggled against the
invisible force that kept her from protecting her modesty while the
Professor stared at her bush.  Then he let her hands go.  She covered up
her muff again, but only for several seconds before the Professor said,
"Again!" He hands moved away, letting him see her precious treasure again.

   "STOP IT!" she screamed.  Her hands moved again, but not all the way to
where she wanted them.  She pushed against an invisible barrier that kept
her from covering.  She wailed in humiliated frustration.

   At least he was complimenting her.  "It's beautiful." He sighed
lovingly. Then he decided, "I would like a better look at your lips
though." She didn't know what exactly he intended until it happened.  The
Professor timed it perfectly for a moment when she was looking down at her
own nakedness.  Then, much to her shock, most of her bush vanished, leaving
only a narrow triangle.  Below that bush remnant she was completely smooth.
Her nice, rounded pussy lips were on display.

   Alice looked up at him with watering eyes.  Then the magic put her back
in character.  Suddenly she was a seductive vixen again.  "What do you want
me to do next?"

   "I think it's time to go, Alice, but you'll have to leave your clothes
here."

   "Risky," she said with a purr.  "I like it." Though she was forced to
act in character again, her breathing showed a lot of panic.  The Professor
enjoyed that.  The Professor led naked Alice along carefully.  His magic
was able to forewarn him if they might run into anyone, so he was able to
get her outside through one of the building's side doors without any
problem.

   Once she was out there, the Professor let her own mind take control
again.  She shuddered and clasped her hands over those pretty tits. 
"You're not really going to leave me like this are you?"

   "Of course I am.  First though, let me sign my work." He drew out that
trusty bottle of ink in order to put his E initial on her.  He had her turn
in place, finally deciding that one lovely butt cheek would carry his
`signature'.  As Alice watched the Professor go, she panicked, but her
first instinct was to get back inside, hopefully to her clothes.  Of course
the door was locked.  "NO!" She clapped a hand over her mouth.  She didn't
want to draw any attention.  She stayed close to the side of the building,
creeping along.  It was only a few minutes before someone spotted her
though.

   "Hey!  That chick's naked!"

   Alice let out a panic shriek when she knew she was discovered.  She ran
from her hiding spot, unwillingly streaking the campus grounds, followed by
laughter, surprise, cheers and applause.  Only after being thoroughly
humiliated by her naked run was she lucky enough to run into a girl
merciful enough to give her a jacket for some protection.  All she could do
was mutter to herself, "I'd better get a good grade."