The Faculty

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

"Oh, shit," I muttered, not overly concerned, but not looking forward to one of Miss Burke's minor bitch fests. I looked up at her, smiling down at me, and barely noticed that she was...different?
"What now, Miss Burke?" I asked, tucking my cock back into my pants and looking over at Marybeth. I'd expected to see her blushing, covering up, but she'd merely closed her legs and looked out at the lower half of Miss Burke's body, leaving her breasts (and they were a nice pair; my gaze lingered on them for a moment, not a large pair, and not small, but shaped the right way) uncovered.
"Let me guess," I started, "you wanted to see my penis...wanted to know what one looked like? I'd have shown it to you if you wanted to see it that bad. All you had to do was ask." I grinned up at her, seeing her looking back at me with a look in her eyes I'd never seen before. Confidence?
"I have an excellent reason for you," I said, getting out of the car and looking her dead in the eyes. "We were horney and wanted fuck...care to join us?"
I was being sarcastic, being ignorant in attempt to get the rise out of her I always tried to get from her. She would always back down, telling me how rude I was and looking at her feet, which was actually what I wanted this time, to be removed from this situation altogether. Moreover, to get Marybeth off the hook. i didn't mind my little meetings with Miss Burke for the most part, although I played them off for the most part. But it bothered me to make our inabilities to see eye to eye affect other people.
I saw the coch then, standing nearby, watching the scene, his face appearing different as well, but not in terms ofconfidence. His hard-assed exterior had changed somehow. Was he...smiling?
Shit, I thought. Now i might very well be up the creek...

 

[twodogs]

cool

You know I was going to get in the story but I did'nt know what I was to do sorry, I guess I was gunny to get in and let my mouth over load my butt.
Like I said before I'm sorry.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

“If you were a smart boy, Zeke, you’d know when to shut up. And because I want you to keep that pretty little tongue of yours – at least until I’m through with you – I suggest you shut up. Now.”

Leaning on the door, I rolled my eyes at Zeke’s attempted comebacks.

“Save it, doll. Sarcasm never suited you well anyway.”

I draped my arm in his, sinking my nails viciously into his wrist as I smiled sweetly. Glancing inside the car, I stepped back to allow the Coach a look as well. Turning to Zeke, I was glad for the mandatory outfit of suit and heels. I had a little height on him – even if he could still look me in the eyes.

“I thought you had better taste then this.” I said, gesturing to Marybeth with a disdainful grimace and a raised eyebrow.

Leaning on the hood of his car, the metal that would have blistered my skin only hours ago only felt slightly warm. Jerking Zeke’s arm so he was forced down next to me, I snapped at the remaining occupant of the car, tossing her the jacket that went with my suit. “And do cover up, Ms. Hutchison, I’m sure even sluts have some sense of modesty.”

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

Anger surged through me. I wanted to show her who the hell she was fucking with. I rose my arms up and my eyes glowed sheer evil. I looked her right in the eye, making sure my above human fury was known. The tips of my fingers transformed brutally into long tentacles that rushed towards her. Immediately, however, I brought them back to my fingers and they disappeared. The anger was gone from my eyes and a sweet yet sarcastic smirk curled over my lips. The action was so instantaneous that I'm sure Zeke had never noticed. I had no reason to fight with her, she was one of the first humans I had transformed and I was hoping that by now she would realize that I was one of them. I made no move to cover myself but simply sat up, proping myself up with my arms. I licked my lips and sent her a telepathic message that I knew she could read.

"Perhaps we could share this human? We might as well have some fun with him before we transform him."

 

[cgraven]

Burke is trilling in her mastery of Zeke the way she toys with him, the way he is humiliated by whatever little harlot he has decide to grace with his favors, Yes it will be fun cowing them before letting them experience the joy of being of one. His eyes register shock and dismay at the change that have come over Miss Burke and myself. As there is a peaceful calm that now processes me.

“I thought you had better taste then this.”

She snapped at the remaining occupant of the car, tossing her the jacket that went with her suit. “And do cover up, Ms. Hutchison; I’m sure even sluts have some sense of modesty.”

Ah Ms. Hutchison the transfer student newly arrived, fresh meat to feed our frenzied needs. Bending in for my first glance at our next victim I am stunned and realize there will be no ecstasy for me.

 

[poohlive]

"I..." Casey began.
"All right, everyone settle down, back to your seats. Later on today, I'll send this off to the university, and we'll see what they think of it. With any luck, we might even get some of that grant money."
Casey didn't care much about the money, but he was curious about what the hell that thing was. Still eyeing it from time to time, he took a seat. He would have to forget about it for the time being.
Furlong started class, a long boring speech about photoplasm. casey was loast in his own world at this time, wondering how famous he might be if this was a new species. Would camera crews come from all over the state?
Maybe even CNN?
he blushed, a person could dream, couldn't he?
(well, I'm not sure where to go now, I took it as far as I could, but with certian characters gone, and others obviously occupied at the moment, I'm not sure what to do)

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

What was going on now? Miss Burke had leaned in to scold Marybeth, but stopped suddenly, something seeming to sink in, like she was realizing something. I wondered if she hadn't known that Marybeth was almost naked...then grinned as I imagined poor, mousy Miss Burke, her face blushing pure red and her heart throbbing at a million miles a minute. That'll teach her, I thought, but remembered then that this wasn't the same old mousy Miss Burke, but a new one, one that wasn't quite as quiet, and in fact, was appearing fairly outspoken. Maybe she was realizing what a hosebeast she had suddenly turned into.
I glanced over at the coach as he loked into the car as well, thinking, the pervert should enjoy this. Hopefully she's covered herself at least a little...
When his smile faded, I took a quick step backward...
Something wasn't right. I'd always seen the coach eyeing the younger girls, his eyes all over them, then snapping at us guys as though he were jealous that we stood a chance in hell with them. Now, he was looking in at a half-naked Marybeth and his smile was actually fading...
"What the fuck?!" I asked, unable to bite my tongue before the words escaped.
I stood there, watching, examining...Miss Burke was confident, and aggressive (and were the top buttons of her blouse undone...could I see her bra underneath?), and the coach was calm and collected and disapproving of a naked teenage girl?
I thought about running, unsure of whether or not it was wise to leave Marybeth there with the two.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Stokely

I was bored by Furlong's ramblings, but that was par for the course. I'd pull a B or C in his class and call myself lucky, so long as he never caught me sleeping, that is. I noticed Casey glancing back toward the tank throughout the class. In a was happy for him; he needed a little excitement, especially with the way the other student spicked on him. But I also felt sorry for him. I knew that the creature was probably something that was on the books somewhere...something I just couldn't remember seeing. I had to admit, it had an awkward sci-fi feel to it, and that drew my attention, but reality had to sink in for both of us at some point, and my fantasy was a lot easier to come down from than the one he was apparently having...It looked like he might emotionally crash and burn when word got back that it was something old and useless.
Furlong kept looking back at the tank as well, thinking no doubt about the grant-money he'd mentioned. He also kept favoring his finger, as if the small bite had actually taken the whole end of his finger...what a baby.
WHen class ended, I realized a lot of people were looking back, almost mesmerized by the small thing in the aquarium.
I got up, watching the small fish-like creature as I walked slowly toward the front of the room. It swam back and forth, as if pacing impatiently, waiting for something. A shiver crept up my spine at that thought.
I turned to face forward, walking headlong into the football player who'd been heckling me earlier in the class. He grinned when our eyes met, and I glanced to my right, wondering who might be witnessing this little conflict. Most of the room was either leaving and not paying attention, or heading to the back of the room to look at the tank. Surpirisingly, Casey was standing next to me. I glanced back and saw why...other students had already surrounded the tank, leaving no more room for more to get close. I wouldn't be embarassed should the guy get the better of me in front of Casey. Of all people, Casey would understand. Besides Casey, only the guy's football buddies were close by, two of them, but two who were usually quiet. I wondered why Stan hadn't made it to class, liking the idea that he might tell them to leave me alone, though i knew he would never tell them that.
"Y'know what Stokely...it's a shame you're a lesbo. I bet after you wash all that shit off your face, maybe put you in a cheerleading skirt, and get you a few lessons in make-up applications, you might not be that bad looking. Hell, I'd stick it to ya...I'd make you a new woman." Sick as it was, it looked like he might actually be offering that. That grin was two-sided, both meant to taunt, and wondering what I would say.
I almost had to smile, not at his words, but at what this fool was doing. The male ego was a trap...so fragile yet so easy a target.
"Actually," I said, stepping closer to him, smiling slightly, "I'm not really a lesbian, but the thing is...some women...sorry, most women don't want a guy who tells us how great he is, or who walks around with his buddies like he's some kind of king or god or something, and we sure as hell don't want a guy who makes offers to change us because we're not good enough for him the way we are. Women want a guy who knows who he is, and who talks to us like we're his equal, and who cares what we want..." I thought about it quickly, then thought, yes, Casey will definitely understand. "That's usually something you find in the most unexpected places, y'know?"
I leaned over, reaching behind Casey's neck tohold him close and pressed my lips tightly against his, Turning my head just slgihtly, the thinking, why not? I slipped my tongue into his mouth, probing toward the back...if he had gum, I would have found it by the time I was finished.
When I pulled away, I turned back to the football player, wiping saliva from the corners of my mouth.
"We definitely don't go for guys who play team sports just to shower with the other guys..." As I stepped forward, they separated, letting me pass. I walked slowly toward the door, kowing that everyone was watching me now. "ANd guys," I said glancing back, "Have fun playing with your footballs."

OOC: not a very good set-up, but it might give us something to work with, poohlive...

 

[poohlive]

It's funny how weird things go through your mind at just the wrong time. He had been trying to get a peek at the new creature. A simple sketch was on a piece of paper, he would go to the library, do a search on it with the intern....
Was that her tongue?
The hairs on the back of his neck came up. He hadn't even been paying attention, all of the sudden someone...
Stokely?
was kissing him. Before he could even recognize it, before he could even react, she let the kiss go, and walked out of the room.
"... have fun playing with your footballs."
The guys just looked back, staring at him. He smiled, goofy, his stature folding in on himself. A kiss, a wondeful kiss, and he probably would get beat up because of it.
"The flagpole, after school," one of the leaders said (What was Usher's name? The captain after Stan left...) With that, the rest left.
The class soon dispersed, leaving him standing along, his lips still afire.
He knew she wasn't a muff diver, he just knew it.
Furlong nodded towards the door, "Go on, get her."
Casey just smiled, his cheeks reddening. Grabbing up his books and things he moved to the library. He was supposed to be in P.E., but after that stunt, he decided not to show himself.
A little engine search would calm the night away.
In the back of his mind, he wondered where Stokely had class?
(QC, I didn't want to write sex opposite of you, but damn... you write as good as a woman.
I'm not sure if you should take that as a compliment or not, I just meant you play a good woman...
Ok, you know what, I'll just shut up now)

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

Sorry for not responding in a while, trying to wait for Mistress Joja.

Miss Burke stepped back a little, understanding immediately. The coach looked at me hungrily but the grin dropped from his face and he looked a bit disappointed. I crawled out of the car, clad only in the tiny cotton panties, which were now quite a bit wet from fingering myself, and brushed past the teacher. I signaled for Miss Burke and the coach to follow and we formed a circle around Zeke, pressing him against his car. I lightly ran my fingers down his bare chest while giving him an evil grin.

"Sweetie, you should always get to know a girl first. You never know what you're in for."

 

[cgraven]

Coach Willis

As we closed in around Zeke, his smug self confidence was rapidly eroding.

Marybeth words visibly hit him.

"Sweetie, you should always get to know a girl first. You never know what you're in for."

Would he run or meet his fate like a man?

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

OOC: Sorry…hellish week. Nuff said.

“Men,” I glanced conspiratorially in Marybeth’s direction. “Never know a good thing when it happens to them.”

Walking behind Zeke, I leaned close to him, letting my breath trickle down the back of his neck. Lowering my lips to his skin, his attention was so concentrated Marybeth’s fingers he didn’t realize I was there until I bit the nape of his neck softly. Trailing my tongue up to his ear, I whispered to him harshly.

“Well, well, well, sweetie pie. Looks like someone is about to get their just desserts.”

Perching on the hood of Zeke’s car, I raked my hair back out of habit, unbuttoning my shirt one button lower under the heated gaze of Zeke’s wandering eyes. Rubbing my hands up and down the Coach’s bicep, I turned my attention to him.

“They both look as innocent as virgins. Why do I get the feeling we’re going to have a lot of teaching to do?”

Laughing throatily, I leaned back on the hood of the car, eyes glimmering dangerously.

 

[cgraven]

Zeke is helmed in Marybeth shy little southern girl drywell so very seductive Miss Burke’s open sensuality raising the sexual temperature rapidly as she undid another button on her blouse. Zeke’s eyes nearly popping out of his head.

“They both look as innocent as virgins. Why do I get the feeling we’re going to have a lot of teaching to do?”

Miss Burke’s voice carries and ice sensual edge. Her hands on my biceps, I savagely kiss her biting her lower lip playfully, and my hands openly fondle her derrière.

“Yes Miss Burke a definite disciplinary problem……….It is our duty as “Educators” to lovingly set them on the right path for the rest of their lives….Yes it is our duty.”

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

I was closed in, and if it wasn't for the prescence of the coach, that might have been a good thing. Oh, well, nothing's perfect.
I watched as the Coach and Miss Burke kissed, Burke's hands on his biceps, thinking what the fuck is going on here?
I shook my head, as if it might make more sense afterward. Needless to say, that didn't work.
"Marybeth, what the hell is going on?"

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

"Marybeth, what the hell is going on?" he asked me.

"Awww, you aren't scared are you? The three of us live in a world with many others in perfect hapiness, an endless ocean of sunshine," I cooed in my southern drawl.

"We just wanna bring you into our world baby," I pretended to comfort him in a voice so sweet and innocent but so obviously sarcastic. I brought my lips down to his and while we kissed, I let the inner monster shine through my eyes. It must have frightened him because he pulled back suddenly.

I leaned over and placed a kiss on the coach's neck, he was the first to be transformed.

Both of the teachers knew that I wasn't a virgin and Zeke probably wasn't either, but he was so incredibley innocent compared to the three of us that for a moment I saw him as beautiful and considered not transforming him. Momentarily, however, I snapped back to reality and remembered why I was here, to add on to my race.

"Ohh, I'm very sorry Miss Burke," I said turning towards her, uncaring of my still bare breasts, "I guess we do need to be taught a lesson." I sat down on the hood of Zeke's car and spread my legs while holding my arms out to the Coach.

"Teach me,"

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

Licking my lips, I strode to where Zeke stood.

“Marybeth, what the hell is going on?" I repeated mockingly, the girlish whine curving my mouth into a smirk.

“Not scared of lil ole Burke, are ya Zekey-boy?” Crossing my arms and getting in his face like an angry football coach, I stopped inches from brushing my lips to his.

“I mean, c’mon, I’m just a shy mouse who probably hasn’t gotten laid in my entire life, right? That was your opinion the other day…something you shouldn’t let other people overhear. It could get you into very deep trouble with me, Zeke; you’re lucky I’m feeling generous at the moment”

 

[cgraven]

Marybeth sat down on the hood of Zeke's car and spread her legs while holding her arms out to me.

"Teach me," her voice soft and inviting.

Yet the common link of our minds held a quite different conversation.

So hive mother you want to experience the sensations of this trim little body you have acquired. All the collective memories of eons streamed trough my subconscious, not one of the original Marybeth was there.

She must have been truly innocent if her consciousness would not meld to the whole.

Yes Hive Mother I will supply the sensations that you desire. Shall it be rough and demanding like with Miss Burke or do you desire the taste of seduction as you are lulled into sex or the blackmail of being caught in this compromising poison with the human Zeke?

Is it your pleasure that he should join us know in are wanton freedom or shall we use him to lure others to their fate?

I left Marybeth’s skirt exposing her crotch to all assembled, to savor the sweet view of it. My hand traces the couture’s of it.

“Yes Miss Hutchison very nice.”

“Miss Burke I think these two need some special consoling, in the old weight training room.”

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

The message flowed through my mind and I sent one quickly back to him.

"Do with me as you will my faithful servant. Use this young body to your pleasure, however that may be,"

"It is my suggestion that we capture and control Zeke, show him what we are like, then use him to bring in others. I don't think we should turn him over yet though. What do you think we should do with him?" I asked the coach, using only my mind.

Miss Burke was turning Zeke into a frightened little boy and the coach's hands were wandering between my spread legs when he suggested we go into the weight training room.

 

[cgraven]

Coach wills,

I agree, hive mother. Let Miss Burke turn the human Zeke into putty. She will show him real discipline, make him long for more, he will lead the others to us for your pleasure.

As you wish, I shall pleasure the inexperienced body that your essence dwells in and flood it with sensations for you to feast on. The former Marybeth was a child with no real experiences to even register on her mind. It will be my pleasure to give them to you through her innocent body.

My fingers slip passed the leg band of Marybeth’s prim white cotton panties to graze those puffy lips and then roll and tease her clit.

“Yes Miss Burke these two need serious consoling and disciplining.”

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

Counseling and discipline? What the fuck was going on?
:"Actually, Miss Burke," I began, wanting to back up but being unable to given my position against the car, "I think I'll have to pass on that whole discipling thing, but may I offer you something...something that'll really get a rise out of you?"
I pulled one of the pens from my front pocket, raising it up for her to see.
I glanced over to see Marybeth, legs spread on the car, not seeming particularly upset that the coach was so intimately touching her, and thought perhaps I was lucky it hadn't gone farther...who knows what I might walk away with from a girl who'd let herself be touched by that sort of ass hole? Crabs; herpes...if she fucks the coach, I might even end up with...Athlete's Dick or something...
I looked back to Miss Burke, thinking scared straight...no, but she damn near scared me gay...
"What do you say, Miss Burke...One hit, and we can do whatever you like?"

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Stokely

It was just a little kiss, right?
I walked down the hall...wait a minute...was I strolling?
I shook my head, deciding it didn't matter much, then quickened my pace anyway.
Just a little kiss, a peck on the cheek almost, and I doubted he had noticed it any more than I had, and I hardly noticed it at all, really.
I glanced around the hall, wondering if anybody knew where he'd gone...I wanted to explain, y'know? Let him know it wasn't aserious thing...
I thought better of asking, though...why draw more attention to it?
I stopped at the same fountain as I'd been at earlier, running inot Stan of all people, and took a quick drink. When I glanced over, I noticed that the door to Miss Brommel's classroom was open now, and Principal Drake was sitting at Brommel's desk, gradebooks open in front of her, perusing the names in them.
Miss Bormmel was there earlier, wasn't she? I thought back, then remembered the look on Principal Drake's face whehn she'd closed the door. A shiver rolled down my spine, then a feeling of deja'vu as I realized the same had happened that morning.
Drake looked up then, as if feeling my gaze on her. I stepped backward, stumbling over my own feet, then hurried away. As I glanced back, I saw her walk over to the open doorway and watch me go, her eyes surveying me, as if she wondered whether or not I posed a threat...
Within seconds, students and teachers had moved between us, the halls being full as always between classes. I slowed then, feeling a bit more comfortable, and wonderig if I was imagining whatever was making me so uncomfortable...reading too much sci-fi? I wondered.
I stopped at my locker, changed books, then started off to my next class as the halls emptied.
It wasn't like it was that intimate a kiss, right? I didn't necessarily have to use my tongue, though, did I?
I smiled, blushed even I thought but wasn't sure.
Then she stepped out in front of me, turning the corner, and we walked headlong into each other. My books hit the floor with a thud, and hers landed right on top of them. SHe looked at me, her head cocked to one side, then her face went slack for a moment, noticing...my smile? Shit!
"Well, well, well," she began, "If it isn't the dyke princess herself...what're you smiling about Stokely? Got a new girlfriend? Or did you just wander into one of your little lesbian guttersluts last night?"
My smile faded then, and she seemed to adopt it, knowing she'd ruined a feeling I was enjoying (and I was enjoying it, wasn't I? I would wonder about that later).
"What's wrong, Delilah?" I asked, "Did I interrupt you on your way to bang the football team in the locker room...Or are you just having trouble walking, what with having to keep your legs together and all?"
She smirked back at me. "I bet you'd like me better with them open, wouldn't you?"
"It's the only way anyone else likes you..."
SHe leaned down, scooped up her books, then pushed past me.
"Maybe," she grinned, turning back to look me in the eye, "But at least they do like me..."
I let her leave, then grabbed up my own books, looking after her and thinking, Bitch...
I continued on, surprised at how quickly my mind wandered back to Casey...
A second later, I was blushing again.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Miss Burke

“He’s in good hands. I won’t hurt him…too much. He’s far too fine of a specimen for that.”

I spoke to my two comrades silently, turning on Zeke.

“Damn straight we’re gonna do whatever I like.”

Snatching the pens from his hand with a speed that made him blink, I took a step closer to him. Licking the top of the blue BiC ballpoints, I slowly pulled the neckline of my shirt away from my skin, sliding the pens between the slopes of my breasts.

Putting my hands on either side of Zeke's body, I rested my weight against the car, pinning him inches from my face. Running my tongue over my lips suggestively, I pushed my bosom up against him so he could feel the hard plastic of his magic dust pressing against his chest.

“New cologne?” I inquired. “Must be, I don’t recognize it. But somehow I have a feeling you taste even better then you smell.”

Flicking my hair conceitedly over my shoulders, I stepped back to give him space. Even in heels, I could catch him if he tried to run. Glancing disgustedly at the coach and his latest tasty morsel, I looked back at Zeke.

“So what will it be, lover boy? Leave you with the coach to help make up for your failing Gym scores…or come with me for a little enrichment? It’s all your decision…"

I paused, giving him a meaningful look. "Of course, I could always choose for you…”

 

[Quiet_Cool]

Zeke

Not exactly the options I was hoping for, but what should I have expected at this point...Miss Burke and the Coach seemed to have some perverted little game going here, and both seemed very comfortable with it...I was beginning to wonder how many times they'd done this before.
I looked Miss Burke over...then smiled, unsure of whether or not I meant it...
"Well Miss Burke," I said. "I guess if those are the options, then my decision's an easy one...so, where do we go for this one-on-one counseling session?"
I stepped forward, slipping my hands around her waist and pulling her gently toward me, though from her current attitude, I doubted she wanted me to do anything gentle...
"Shall we take this to your classroom...we can lock the door right?"

 

[sweetiedomme31]

Marybeth

I felt the coach's fingers sliding across my wet pussy lips. They found my clit and rubbed it hard sending moans to my lips. I licked my top lip and pushed myself against his hand.

 

[cgraven]

A sadistic grin spreads over my twisted distorted face, my eyes glazed with lust, as I gaze into the innocent eyes of the body that once was Marybeth.

My mind reaches out to the hive mother. Do you want it sweet and tender or rough and violent, shall we go with Burke and the human Zeke.

How can I serve the needs of this vessel that carries you?

I hand Miss Burke’s suite jacket to Marybeth.

“Cover up show some modesty young lady or I fear I shall have to chastise you.”

There is an evil twinkle in my eyes.