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But back away from the water, babe, you might drowned (The party isn't over tonight)

The way little Miss Nitram watched her was impossible to miss, and that in turn is what pulls Charlotte's attention to the girl. In truth she had overlooked her when classes first started, what with her being as meek as a mouse and Charlotte had assumed the girl would never be the type to play along with the games. Too goody two shoes, stick to the rules. As much as she did like them meek and naive, innocence personified Charlotte wasn't an idiot. She knew the importance of picking girls who would appreciate her attentions, and knowing enough to stay silent about them too.

Now she curses herself for overlooking the girl. She could have been having so much fun, had she paid attention at the time. She's lucky she realised at all, that the way the girl kept blushing and stuttering wasn't because she was a simpleton but simply a little girl with a crush. Charlotte almost wants to laugh because it's perfect. She can make it perfect, and she realises that it'll be so easy to twist and bend this girl to her will.

She starts slow, with things that'll be ignorable to most. It's testing the waters really, seeing if her assumptions are correct. Blouses a smidge tighter, skirts a slight bit shorter and she finds herself with apparent butterfingers whenever she passes Tavris' desk. But it's worth it to watch how her cheeks grow crimson when she has to watch her teacher bend ever so carefully to pick up whatever she's dropped.

But Charlotte has never been the most patient woman, and testing the waters is growing boring. And so she starts to put a new plan in motion, all of it starting when the final bell rings and Charlotte dismisses her students, leafing through papers before speaking up in an after thought.

"Miss Nitram? If you could stay seated, that'd be much appreciated. I'd like to have a small discussion with you." Her smile is sweet to those who don't know her, those who don't see the hunter in her eyes and she knows her prey is cornered even as students shuffle on out.

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Tavris is watching wordlessly, and though she can't see Char's finger move, she can feel it, and her eyes widen impossibly when she feels those fingers against her cunt, impossibly slick.

And then Ms. Serket is pushing a finger into her, and Tavris can only gasp with mingled fear and pleasure, a shudder wracking her little frame, and involuntarily she clenches around that finger.

"I...." She's speechless for a moment, voice husky, but she forces herself to find the words else she face more serious consequences. "No! N-n-n-no, I'm trying really hard, um, so hard, I promise, Ms. Serket. I'm just--my body is sinful, I'm sinful," and here, she bursts into tears, because she's trying so hard not to be turned on but the way Char is thrusting her finger in and out feels so good she can't possibly help it. "--Please, help me, p-please."

"Are you really trying ? " she says voice like silk and Char leans forward, the look in her eyes unreadable. She feels the way the girl's cunt clenches around her finger, so very needy, so very greedy. One finger becomes two, Charlotte still keeping eye contact as she scissors them inside Tavis, pushing muscles into stretching the way she wants. "I can feel how you're trying to hold onto my fingers Tavris, like some needy dyke slut."

She hisses softly, as if in disgust and her fingers move faster, harder spurred on by Tavris's tears and Charlotte wants her on the brink wants her to beg for more. "You're such a sinful little girl, perhaps you're beyond help." Her knee presses one of Tavris's legs down, holding her open and Charlotte seems to punctuate her statement with a few hard deep thrusts. "Because you're liking this, aren't you Tavris? You like being like this, like my fingers in your greedy little pussy."

Tavris has to choke back a gasp, a whine that want to escape her as another finger is added to her dripping cunt, and she squeezes her eyes shut, letting her head hang down in shame, because as much as she wants to protest all these accusations, she simply can't.

"I'm s-s-s-sorry," she whines, feeling like she'd collapse if not for the desk she's bent over. "I tried, I did, I tried really, um, really hard but I can't make them go away. The thoughts, I m-mean." God, but those fingers feel so good inside her, and she can't bite back the moan this time.

She feels her lips twist into a vicious smirk when Tavris seems to collapse in on herself, giving in and this is how Charlotte wants her. She can practically feel the shame roll off the girl, the guilt palpable. And the way her cunt clenches around her fingers, as if to pull them deeper makes her ache to bury her cock inside the girl, feel that warm slick tightness around her.

"You haven't," she shoots back in a soft vicious whisper, fingers twisting to rub against her gspot. "Don't lie to me Tavris, you haven't even tried to resist. Look at you, you're practically fucking yourself on my fingers, like some common slut."

But not here, not now. She's already taking a risk doing this much to the girl when anyone could truly walk in on them. But still she works her fingers inside Tavris, relishing the soft slick sounds her cunt makes as its fucked and the way the girl's shoulders shake in tears. She can feel her clench, can feel when her pleasure starts to build to that peak and.

And just like that she stops, withdrawing her fingers quickly with one last thrust. There's a shred of distaste in her voice but more obvious is the apparent pity. "Pull up your panties Miss Nitram. It's clear you haven't been taking this seriously, and I can't do anything to help you if you don't even wish to try."

"No," she protests, albeit weakly. God, her poor brain is so fuzzy, she can't even begin to comprehend the game Char is playing. Her voice is so vicious, so accusatory, she's cowering beneath her ministrations, tears rolling openly down Tavris's cheeks now. "No, I'm--nn, I really am." She's breathless now, finding it hard to breathe from the humiliation of all this.

And she's so close, and Ms. Serket pulls her finger out, and Tavris cries out in surprise, muffled by the way she has her face pressed into the desk. She scrambles to stand straight, pulling her panties up and her skirt back down, face covered in tears. "No," she hiccups again. "Please. I want to try--I, I'll do anything, please, please."

The way the girl looks at her, cheeks streaked with tears, her blouse crumpled frm being pressed to the desk... It makes Charlotte want to take her now, security be damned. She wants to kiss that sweet mouth untill it's red, nip and bite it till she's crying and it's swollen. Wants to see those eyes glazed in pain and lust.

It takes so much to control herself, to continue to look so disinterested. "I don't know Tavris," she starts, drifting off as if she's seriously htorn. "There is o-no... no, I can't. Because How can I be sure you'll really try?" she finishes, brow raised as she studies Tavris.

Tavris scrambles to smooth her clothes, her crumpled skirt and wrinkled blouse, tucking the latter back in haphazardly. She's growing desperate, now.

"Please, please," she whispers. "I will try, I'll try so hard, I swear." She bites her lip, giving her teacher a pleading look. "Please, Ms. Serket, please."

She lets the silence drag out, never looking away from Tavris and she knows this silence will bring discomfort. And good. She wants Tavris to know she has all the power, to feel uncomfortable in the face of all that power. It'll make her easier to bring under control.

"Well," she says finally, and she sighs, brushing her hair off her shoulder with her clean hand. "There is one last thing. You would have to promise me that you'd never ever mention it And. We wouldn't be doing it here. We'd need something more private.

She studies her for a few more heartbeat before moving, gathering up her papers. "Come to my rooms after dinner. If anyone asks you're coming to see me because your score on the last quiz was utterly abysmal and you're getting some tutoring."

Tavris starts to fidget under her teacher's gaze, knowing that her cheeks are flushed even more than before, feeling dirty and used and somewhat less than human at the moment. But she's relieved, like cold water being poured over her head, when Charlotte finally speaks.

"I--I'd never! I'd never tell, I swear." She's nodding enthusiastically, brows drawn upward pleadingly. "I'll do it. I'll--I'll meet you, and I won't tell a soul." She can feel her stomach twisting, wavering between pleasant and unpleasant, wondering exactly what Ms. Serket has in store for her.

"Mm," she hums, in a way that gives nothing of what she's really thinking away. There's a sharp tap of her papers on the desk and Charlotte straightens up, studying Tavris one last time before she brushes past the girl and heads towards the door, only pausing before she opens it.

"Don't be late," she adds, glancing back at her and that's all Tavris gets before she leaves, door open for Tavris to shut on her way out.

Tavris scrambles for her bag, hitching it over her shoulder and looking a little dazed as Ms. Serket suddenly turns and makes for the door.

"Um, no ma'am, I won't," she squeaks, before following after, closing the door carefully and making straight for her dormitory to clean herself up before dinnertime. She's got a lot to think about, a lot to worry about, for she's not quite sure what she should be expecting.

Charlotte doesn't look back once she leaves, nor does she make an appearance at dinner. Which isn't too strange for her, she can always excuse it with having to go over lesson plans. After all she does have lessons of a sort to plan.

She's clad in nothing but a silk robe by the time Tavris comes to her suites, sipping from a glass of wine as she waits. It'll have little effect, she's a seasoned drinker after all, but there's a second glass waiting for Tavris, something to help relax the girl. After all Charlotte would be loathe to have to stop half way, especially with the restraint she's displayed all afternoon.

Tav is nervous and fidgety all through dinner, thoughts clearly far away even as her friends chatter away around her. She keeps her gaze turned downward, away from soft lips and glossy hair and hints of collarbone and cleavage peeking through blouses. This won't work if she cheats, if she keeps having those same thoughts about other girls.

Finally, dinner ends, and Tavris bolts to her room to drop off her things and clean herself up. No use going to see Ms. Serket all sweaty and gross. Finally, finally, she's approaching the door to her suite on one of the upper floors, trembling even as she knocks.

The rap on the door has been long expected and yet Charlotte still takes her time to answer it. She makes a detour by a mirror, running fingers through her styled curls, checking brilliant white teeth, her incisors just that touch sharper than normal and her lips are still painted their ruby red.

Tavris may start to think she's been all forgotten about but suddenly the door opens and Charlotte's there, still an impressive figure even without her heels. And she smiles, sweet like before but there's danger in the corners now, her voice a purr when she speaks. "Miss Nitram. I was half wondering if you were even going to come." She steps away, leaving her to come in and shut the door as moves back to the table to pour another glass of wine. "Come in, come in."

She's almost ready to give up and leave when Char finally answers the door, and when she does it's very difficult for Tavris to tear her eyes away from what she's wearing. Her throat is suddenly very, very dry, and she forces herself to look anywhere but at her teacher's body as she comes into the room, already blushing furiously.

"I'm, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make myself, um. Presentable. Before I came."

She's aware of the eyes on her but she pays it no mind besides allowing a small smirk. Even with her more masculine attributes she knows she's a perfect ideal of a woman, hourglass figure with an ass that won't quit. And here she can let Tavris stare, wants Tavris to stare.

She turns, offering the second glass to Tavris now that she's in the room, smile sweet as she studies that blush. "How considerate of you Tavris." A pause and then. "Did you touch yourself when you showered? Or were you able to resist that temptation at least."

A little reluctantly, Tavris accepts the glass of wine. She knows students aren't meant to drink, but if it's being given to her by a teacher, well, it must be alright, so she takes a little sip. It's dark and cloyingly sweet. She reaches instinctively for a lock of her hair, toying with it shyly.

"N-no, no," she replies, truthfully. "I just. Showered, and then got out." It's true that the temptation had been there, especially after what had transpired in the classroom, but for this to work she needed to keep herself pure, right?

Charlotte cares little for the rules, that much is clear. And all in all the wine will be good for Tavris, will make her even more agreeable to Charlotte's plans. She's near certain she's got the girl on her hook but a little something extra never hurt.

"Good girl," she murmurs, and her smile should feel like a reward as she reaches up to twist one ringlet around her own finger. "I would be very disappointed in you if you had Tavris."

"In fact." She pauses, and for a second, she pulls the curl tighter, a sharp sting of pain that goes just as quick. "Perhaps we should make that one of the rules for you. From this moment until the time I find your sinful thoughts gone you are forbidden to bring yourself to orgasm without my permission. Understood?"

Tavris sips at the wine, trying to ignore the little jolt that goes to her cunt at the praise she's given, and she gives Charlotte a tiny smile in return. Smiles, surely, are a better sign than the disappointment of today's...lesson. And her cheeks flush, but she doesn't shy away from Char's finger twisting through her hair--until it turns painful, and Tavris cringes. She lets out a quiet whimper.

"Y-yes, ma'am. I understand."

After all, she surely knows best.

"Good girl," she croons again, and this time she brushes the back of her fingers over Tavris's cheek. She can feel the heat there and it only makes her smile. Such an obedient little thing, Charlotte knows she's going to have fun.

She slips her hand down to take Tavris's and she leads her to bed before sitting, patting the spot next to her. "Sit, please. I have something very important to tell you, and I know that some girls have found themselves quite shocked upon hearing it."

Tavris smiles, and it's surprisingly sunny despite all her trepidations. That's a good thing, surely, Ms. Serket's praise, and it makes it easier for her to do what she says, to follow her to the bed and perch delicately on the edge, sipping at her wine.

"I'm listening, Miss."

She smiles, still warm, even as her hand finds Tavris's knee, a warm pressure. A reminder that she's here, and that Charlotte knows her feelings.

"Good. Now, I'm sure you know well enough that God made girls and boys differently, yes? That he gave boys a dick and girls a pussy, and that they were intended to fit together as such. That that lets us know how we should have relations that suit his eyes?"

She waits, just a beat from some sign she's following before continuing. "But God also made some of us differently. And I realised, many years ago why he did that. Because sometimes our thoughts wander to impure ones, and we need to have those thoughts corrected. Like your thoughts Tavris, and how they must be corrected before you fall into a life of sin."

Tavris nods, feeling her cheeks flush as Ms. Serket begins to talk so frankly about men and women and their...parts. She's always been awkward about it, even in health class, but this is more intimate a situation and it feels strange to be talking about such things with a teacher and a glass of wine in her hand. "Yes, ma'am."

But when Ms. Serket goes on to explain that some people were made differently, her eyes widen. What could she possibly mean by that? She shakes her head a little.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I don't...I don't understand."

The little flush is adorable, a reminder how naive this girl is. It makes Charlotte's pulse quicken to just see it, and she feels herself grow hard, something that will be more noticeable in her currant state of dress. No matter, she can work quickly.

"No, of course you wouldn't," she says, as if she's just musing on it. Carefully Charlotte takes another sip of wine before setting her glass down and taking one of Tavris' hands with her own.

"What I'm saying Tavris, is that God made some women different, to help girls like you in their confusion. Almost like every other woman, but with a change here and there, so that we can work with your perverted thoughts, and correct them in turn. In essence, a woman who can teach you how you should feel, and how to develop the attraction to men you're lacking."

If Tavris were to glance down, she would surely see the growing bulge in Ms Serket's robe, which would make this explanation a lot clearer than it is. She bites her lip.

"Different...how?"

But back away from the water, babe, you might drowned (The party isn't over tonight)

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