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

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 L