Faustian Exposure

“For Sixth Period, Miss Russell will teach the sketch class of human anatomy and require a student to serve as a naked template. Since Miss Russell believes Jessica Edwards’ body to be an example of the perfect female form, she will require the Cheerleader to strip naked and sit in front of the classroom to be sketched until the end of class.”

The glow grew around the room as the young man continued,

“Miss Russell will have no tolerance for Jessica’s protests. She will immediately warn Jessica of being removed from class and sent outside without her belongings. Any such attempt to speak coherent words will be immediately silenced and ensure that Jessica is meant to remain silent for the hour. If Jessica protests or does not respond to a request or action, then Miss Russell will resort to painting on her student’s naked body or tell students to paint on her as an alternative. Miss Russell will only allow Jessica Edwards to place her clothes on after every other student has left the class after the bell rings. She will not be allowed to leave class early under any circumstances.”

Kevin darkly grinned as he watched the faint blue glow around the teacher flicker and the changes went into effect.

The perverted young man now knew the stage was set for the next and final phase of the genie’s humiliation. So now, he was off to his Spanish Class to revel in another show by his Natalia. As the nerd turned, he noticed the sight of the blonde Cheerleader standing in front of the door, her eyes narrowing at the sight of him. Those green eyes darting to the floor as she clenched onto her bookbag, her cheeks beginning to flush, almost in anticipation for what he had in store for her, Kevin believed.

Instead of allowing her humiliation to proceed more quickly, the nerd blocked her from entering the doorway and waited until she was **** to acknowledge his presence.

“Let me through.”

He chuckled at her annoyance, her apparent attempts to hide her anxiety,

“I just wanted to congratulate you on making it this far, **** girl. Your Master obviously has placed a lot of effort into training you, hasn’t he?”

The blonde bitch grimaced and kept silent as she glared at the doorway in front of her. He leaned over until she was **** to look up at him after a noticeable huff,

“If you keep me from entering my class, you won’t win.”

“Is that what your Master told you?”

She continued to be nervous by his presence, clenching down on her bag and scanning to find a way past him. Kevin felt amused as the masquerading doll was in a hurry to get the day over with while he wanted it to continue much longer.

Her eyes glared up to him again and allowed him to enjoy his newfound size advantage once more, “Does this arouse you, genie?”

The bitch’s face went blank as she was surprised by the question. He assumed their proximity would cause her to blush, but once again, her lack of response led to his disappointment,

“No? And even if I could, why would I for someone like you?”

Even if she could? That made him grin even more darkly and in enthusiasm. Had Simon done something to alter her, or was this another bluff?

From the look on her face, Simon’s Property wasn’t bluffing. She genuinely had no actual response outside the natural fear and anxiety of being his prey. His nemesis’ identity revealed as the fearful and skittish little rabbit that ran off at the sound of something foreign or dangerous. Kevin wanted to cackle and take a guess at why the famous Queen of Eastlake was no longer able to be appealed to by her suitors. Unfortunately for him, he had other matters that took precedence,

“You know, this could just all be over if you gave up. You don’t really want this to go on, do you? Just tell my friend you want to go home, and you won’t have to be around these phony people that have polluted your brain anymore. I mean, Tiffany isn’t really worth all this, is she? C’mon, I didn’t even have to alter her to turn her on you. Your own best friend and your peers are fakes, just like you, but you actually have a purpose now. You’re a **** with a Master you want to serve. Wouldn’t you rather be with Simon? Be that good little genie like you want to be?”

She went rigid and let out a seething noise, the blonde bitch scowling and looking down at her own outfit, but even her harsh whispering, his hope to have triggered her into an outburst, surprised Kevin,

“Of course, I’d rather be with Master….”

Then her eyes shot up, shaking with evident anxiety, but also resolve, “…but I’m not giving up. I’m going to prove him right about me. I won’t fail him again, so stop trying to think you’re ever going to beat me….”

The muscular Kevin felt his eyes widen at his nemesis, along with his eyebrow cocking into position. Won’t fail him again? What was she talking about? The nerd wondered in confusion. He felt the smile fade from his face as he tried to put the pieces together. Before he was, she was Simon’s friend, but there was more to it than that.

It made him want to laugh again at the thought. The Queen of Eastlake was a genie, a ****, property, and had feelings for his best friend, an awkward dork. Instead, however, the emerald eyes looked away in disdain as her following comment caught him off-guard,

“I don’t know why he thinks he needs you, but he sees you as his friend. I made a promise not to mess with you anymore, so I won’t. For him…”

Her eyes glared up at him, “But for your sake, Kevin. I wouldn’t keep pushing him. You’ll find out the hard way. So please don’t upset him anymore.”

The nerd moved away from the door and watched the blonde enter and take her seat. Oh yes, the doll cared about Simon, but warning him? He wanted to laugh at the idea. After all, this whole game was Her Master’s idea, as was the amulet around his neck that gave him this power. They were the ones that made the rules around here now, not her.

She was only the plaything, just like everyone else.

Speaking of which, the nerd watched through his glasses and glanced at another person entering as scheduled. Tiffany ignored him as she walked right past his larger frame and into the same class, rolling her eyes in the process.

The raven-haired Cheerleader was eyeing her Captain and then sent off a text to the same phone number as before. Kevin smirked and snickered to himself as he watched the blonde doll take her seat and wait for the inevitable. Then he moved away and began heading toward his final class, a slight regret in being unable to witness this final humiliation in-person, but it would be worth it in the end.

Jessica Edwards had been afraid to lose many things in her life, but on the path to becoming a genie, nothing had terrified her more than the idea of exposure. It was what made her despise Kevin; it’s what made her afraid of her Master before she was aware of their shared history and connection. Most of all, though, it came from life having to display herself or showing herself in a particular light, the control that came with it.

Master knew her vulnerabilities, and she was comfortable around him now, where her exposure no longer mattered when alone with him. She was his, he was allowed to see what he pleased, but that was only for his eyes only. While in public, not in control, doing so went against her behavior. Exposure had always been a terrifying feeling. As the Queen, it meant weakness; as a genie, it meant being unable to hide. In retrospect, she realized that it must’ve been the same urge or instinct. Hiding was natural.

The genie waited for the inevitable as she watched her formerly male but incredibly flamboyant teacher saunter around head-to-toe covered in body paint. Her Master’s prediction once again became her reality,

“Class, today we will be drawing a live subject! Art is expressive, emotional. It dares us to cross the boundaries of ourselves! Human anatomy is crucial to all these things! And that will be best explored in the manifestations of one of our most appealing bodies. So, Miss Edwards, stand up!”

The genie looked down at the floor and did as instructed. The blonde folded her hands in front of her skirt as she remained resolved. The teacher then directed her to the elevated platform on the side of the room, where the class circled around it with their easels—the position furthest from the door. Again, Jessica felt herself sweating as Russel’s inevitable instructions were given.

“You’ll be our subject today! Follow me and prepare to strip out of those clothes! No photography here. This isn’t one of Henderson’s shoots! Phones away!”

She could hear her classmates mutter, and some celebrated the fact they would see the School’s Head Cheerleader in her birthday suit. The blonde felt her face grimace as she followed her teacher to the platform in front of everyone.

Again her face and eyes remained downcast as Miss Russell held out her arms to take the clothes from the genie. Jessica meekly began by taking off her shoes, then her socks, her jacket, followed by her skirt, then unbuttoning the white dress shirt and unfastening her tie, giving away each article of clothing to the painted teacher. Then, finally, she unfastened her bra and pulled the black bikini thong from her body, the last of her clothing, save for her choker.

Jessica felt her body shiver from the air touching her flesh, her hands moving to cover her lower region and breasts, skin turning into a rosy pink shade. Her face still remained downcast as Simon had been warned of this inevitable outcome. The reminder internally of her Master caused the Cheerleader to turn around and face her class, eyes defiant as she scowled,

“I must always do as Simon says!”

The genie looked back as she watched her teacher’s face go blank, then the rest of her class. The blonde smirked and sat on the platform with her back to the others as they began to paint her naked form. The nude Cheerleader watched as Miss Russell shook her head and then scolded the young woman with her bare ass facing her classmates.

“Not another word, Jessica! Speaking upsets the process! One more peep, and you’ll fail your semester, and I’ll send you straight to the office! Understood?”

The blonde nodded and bit her tongue. The painted and transformed teacher placed her uniform on the empty chair where her bookbag sat. Now out of view, Jessica repositioned her hands, one to cup her left breast and the other pressing against her entrance. Out of habit, Jessica bit her lip out of nervousness and looked past the students attempting to sketch her.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable.

“Buenos Dias, Natalia.”

Kevin delivered a quick spank to the teacher’s naked ass as it attempted to escape the confines of that tight metallic dress. Peralez spun in enthusiasm as she faced him with a wide smile,

“B-Buenos Dias, Maestro!”

“Hm,” Kevin thought, “She seems more nervous than she had this morning….”

In any case, he was looking forward to enjoying his first Spanish Class as the top student, along with a show to match it. So he whipped out his phone and opened it to the teacher’s cell phone. The nerd would enjoy watching her debase herself in front of the class of nearly all female students.

The only exception to that was himself. The formerly-scrawny outcast didn’t know how he lucked out into such a situation, but the nerd couldn’t complain. It was like being in a candy shop with what power he had now. He controlled the teacher, and he could pick and choose what to do with every girl in this class. The redheaded Lauren, one of the many faces of the varsity cheerleading squad and her angelic face, sat two rows in front of him and greeted her coach without knowing the difference.

Kelly Barnhart, the brunette bookworm, enjoyed chewing on the edge of her pencil when she got too nervous. Kevin wondered what an extra dose of confidence could deal with her. Of course, then there was Terri Weathersby, the short-haired, nasal-pierced, fighter girl who once threatened to beat freshly-minted Varsity Cheerleader Jessica Edwards in her junior year for spilling her coffee. The nerd sighed in disappointment. He would’ve paid good money to see that beatdown but shrugged it off quickly.

In her ebony glory, the Six-Foot-Two Anya Robinson of the Basketball team laughed behind him to his right with Rebecca Dawson, a brown-haired girl on the volleyball team with blue streaks that ran into her ponytail. Both had solid legs and admirable asses. The pervert would grant them that.

Then there was Madison Alverez, the dark-haired outfielder on the Softball Team led by Valerie Pearce, who sat to his right, her chest covered by the light hooded shirt she wore with the school logo on its red and gold striped surface.

Kevin relaxed back into his desk as he locked eyes with the Spanish Teacher and Helpless Cheerleader Coach that froze up at his gaze. She smiled and began to pace around the room, stuttering slightly in her obvious faux-accent as those golden stilettos clicked with each tap on the floor tiles.

He continued to watch and thought about taking out his phone to text her a few commands, a few threats of ****.

Show your ass to your students, or I’ll release a video.

Talk dirty in Spanish and say you want to be fucked like a whore, or I’ll tell the class we’re having sex.

The formerly-scrawny Kevin sighed at the possibilities when a voice interrupted him,

“Having fun today, Kevin?”

He raised an eyebrow and turned to the source of the question. Madison continued to scribble her notes and not bat an eye to him until she felt his spectacled gaze upon her.

She looked confused at the nerd, “What?”

Didn’t she just say something? He thought. The nerd shook his head and continued to take out his phone as another voice spoke to him.

“I’ll admit that it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Kevin’s head immediately twitched to his left, and the sight of the petite form of Helena Lee, a Korean girl with long black hair and looked five years younger than the rest of her peers while still being an eighteen-year-old. The young woman looked up at him with a raised eyebrow in annoyance as she moved her head away from him like he saw a ghost.

“What did you say?”

The girl doubled down on her cocked eyebrow and whispered harshly, “I didn’t say anything, you weirdo….”

What the actual fuck? He definitely heard Helena say something that time!

Kevin felt his muscles tense up as he shook his head and cast his aura around the room, the blue flames dancing around everyone around him, not one immune to his power. He looked behind his shoulder and then faced the front of the class again.

“Does having power make you feel less afraid or more?”

He felt himself gasp as his head spun around to face the young woman sitting behind him. Ellen Lidst and her pale white-dyed hair that fell over her blue hoodie looked up at him and then snapped her eyes into focus on him.

“Can I help you?”

Kevin shrunk around and clenched his fists as he began to feel paranoid. That was her voice; he knew it. She said it. He heard her say it!

“Maestro Scott!” his Latina Fucktoy chirped in nervous excitement.

Question time. His Natalia now seemed very eager to speak in Spanish to him by the way her caramel-skinned chest bounced and began to sweat in her tight little gold dress. A slight peek of one of her dark areolas as one of her breasts was ready to attempt an escape. The muscular teen’s eyes darted around the room in suspicion beneath his glasses.

No one else seemed to say anything, but his toy’s attention brought their eyes to him. He clenched down on his teeth and smiled in restraint as he exhaled,

“Yes?”

Natalia crossed her legs and squirmed, her face beginning to flush as the nerd watched his pet teacher’s eyes fog over and her hand stroke over the top of her ample cleavage. Finally, her mouth gaped open as the Latina’s voice turned soft yet aroused. Kevin became confused and raised an eyebrow at the woman’s sudden change in behavior.

“Me quieres? Maestro?”

He didn’t exactly know what that meant. The bitch was supposed to be teaching him Spanish, wasn’t she? But her voice quivered in utter arousal as if she was about to do something she regretted without a choice.

“Si,” he brushed off with a sigh and a shrug, not in a caring mood.

He owned the Latina Cheer Coach. She’d say he was right either way. The woman gasped and smiled excitedly in approval; her body jiggled at every bounce. Her behavior made him smirk. Perhaps he had created a worthy plaything after all. Her most important role would come after class when she would hand over….

“So, what’s the endgame after this with Tiffany?”

Another voice interrupted his thoughts as he turned back around to Ellen as she adjusted his glasses, her head looking down as she continued to look at her Spanish Book. Then another voice spoke in front of him as he heard someone approach as they suddenly moved from their desk.

“Is there a reason you want all the cheerleaders besides Jessica?”

A knee slammed against the top of his desk as the nerd’s eyes shot up at the sight of the angel-faced Cheerleader with red hair hovering above him, rolling her hands over her scalp as she held her arms up, her eyes gazing down at him,

“Do they all have some certain appeal to you? Like a status symbol? It’s superficial, isn’t it?”

His eyes widened as Lauren’s body leaned forward in his face, those same soft, angelic features speaking along in that soft voice of hers, those eager-looking lips Kevin wanted to have wrapped around his new cock. He shifted his gaze around to see the entire class of female students staring right at him.

“Or is it because they all see Jess as their leader? Because Jess valued them? That they all deserve it?”

The Cheerleader then tilted her head, “They’re nothing more than the school sex symbol. Coveted like cards for a deck. All to collect, all to throw away….”

Lauren’s face was now blank, and her eyes stared into his face, “Is that it, Kev? Did I miss anything?”

Simon…

Kevin felt his heartbeat start racing as his wide eyes behind glasses began to show panic along with their unhinged quality upon receiving power.

His friend was controlling his class.

“H-How….”

Lauren’s voice continued to speak for his friend as desks and chairs moved from behind him,

“You said it yourself. Anything is fair game. That’s why you have my girlfriend posing nude in her art class.”

Kevin couldn’t react fast enough when he caught their movement in his peripheral vision. The once-scrawny and lanky student suddenly felt the grip of a dozen female hands grabbing onto him from his left side and pulling him from his desk, and tackling him to the floor. Kevin attempted to pull himself up with his new muscles but soon found it impossible as Helena pinned his left arm along with Ellen, their nails digging into his shirt and skin as they dropped from their desks. Next, Lauren, the Cheerleader, pinned herself down on top of his chest, with her skirt revealing her blue and white striped panties right in his face as she sat atop his torso. Next came Dawson and Weathersby, as the fighter and volleyballer dropped down and pinned his right arm. The fighter, in particular, launched herself and slammed her elbow into his bicep to keep him from using it to knock them away.

Kevin could feel several other girls pin his ankles and bare legs to the ground as Madison Alverez moved to his side and began to unbuckle his shorts and pull them down. Then, the formerly-pasty-skinned teen felt the girl reaching her rough, blistered, softball-playing hands against his cock and began to roughly and rapidly stroke it to life. Kevin grunted in pain at the sudden and **** stimulation he was feeling. Ordinarily, he would be all for a handjob out of nowhere, but the circumstances weren’t exactly what he had in mind!

“W-What are you….”

Anya Robinson’s tall frame stood over him with her arms crossed as she spoke for Simon this time,

“These were the rules you agreed to. Jess wouldn’t break under your changes or ask to go home over you cumming more than five times. It’s the final class of the day; you’re at four. One more is your limit. She’s holding up even after everything you’ve thrown at her….”

“I still have time!” the nerd hissed at the girl his friend was speaking through, “She still has to get through her practice! I can still beat her!”

The entire room full of young women rose and suddenly surrounded him, either standing or continuing to pin him, their eyes all on him. The feeling of all those eyes made Kevin’s face pale. Then, he began to see their auras all in blue flame, all unimmune to his powers, all he had to do was change them and….

“That answer assumes that I would let you.”

The blue fires in his vision suddenly shut off like a pilot light.

The inflection of Lauren’s words made the muscular nerd freeze up, his muscles tensed as he grunted at his cock, now fully erect after much effort by Madison’s rough hands. It became even worse when the softball player began stroking his balls and bobbing her mouth up and down his shaft. Kevin groaned out and grunted as he shot his eyes up at the Cheerleader on top of him. Once again, in vain, he attempted to knock the girls in his class away from his body.

There were too many of them. All of them were different, and all of them had been in his grasp the moment the perverted teenager walked into class.

He should’ve noticed or realized something was up, but unfortunately for Kevin, he had no idea of the changes made to his class. In the end, the power of the wish was greater than that of the amulet. Otherwise, the young man would’ve realized that having a class of all female students was too good to be true, but for him, it had been what always been.

“What’s the matter, Kev? I thought you wanted shit like this to happen to you?” Lauren’s voice asked as she raised an eyebrow.

The nerd hissed at the remark and knew his friend was behind it. After all the years of sharing or displaying his perverted thoughts, his thickheaded dork of a friend was flipping it back on him,

“I’m not the one doing it, Simon! This isn’t my choice!”

He clenched his fists and writhed under the hot mouth of the softballer on his cock, the feeling of different female bodies and breasts pressed against him, keeping him pinned. This wasn’t his choice!

Again, Kevin learned his mouth was not his greatest ally.

“Not having a choice isn’t the best defense in your case, don’t you think?” his friend shot back through the voices of the young women in the room.

Lauren leaned forward and wrapped her delicate fingers around his neck, pressing her nails into the sides of his skin, her angelic face locked on him in the same ghoulish stare and blank expression that made her look ready to kill. Her skin and the skin of the others began to turn a greenish-grey tint, and their eyes began to glow in a hauntingly pale white color as if they had all turned into ghosts from one of the Korean-Horror movies he saw trailers for on his computer. As Anya’s frame moved over him, he could watch the young woman’s ebony skin turning into an ashen and cracked white tone as her hair floated behind. As she moved toward Peralez, Lauren’s own empty and pale eyes bore into his glasses, her nails and fingers growing more black and dark by the second,

“You have no qualms about taking the choices of others as they were taken from you. Some things we don’t have choices over. It wasn’t my choice to stop being friends with Jessica when we were kids. It wasn’t her choice to be born the way she was, and it wasn’t her choice to lose everything because of that. She doesn’t have the woman who gave birth to her because her mother’s choice was taken away, made for her. And it wasn’t your choice or mine to be bullied by Jess and her friends all these years. Was it?”

Kevin felt his eyes roll over as he grunted, and his body shuddered under pressure, Madison gasping out as his cum exploded onto the softball player’s face and like a fountain out from his enhanced cock.

“That makes five,” Helena stated robotically, her skin now a pale chalk white and eyes all black, her head twitching afterward.

The perverted outcast nearly felt his soul jump from his body at the sight of her, but the horror show hadn’t finished yet. Lauren stood up and revealed the mess that the nerd could now see from his pinned position. The softballer’s hoodie and face splattered with the white substance that now coated his pelvis and still throbbing member. The sight of which made the nerd growl. For then, he found himself greeted by the sight of his Latina pet standing there, staring at the picture of her Maestro’s cum and cock on the floor. Unlike the others, she was still normal in her appearance. Her fingers openly reached down and pushed into her caramel and pink pussy in front of her students. The woman was unable to control herself at the sight of him.

Kevin watched as other members of their class that had remained seated had now gathered around their teacher from behind, whispering into her ear, muttering in her native tongue. One he still did not understand. Their hands made his transformed toy of a teacher look like a marionette.

“Though, acting like we don’t have a choice, that’s what makes us all hypocrites in the end, doesn’t it, Kev?” Ellen’s voice asked in a ghoulish whisper.

Lauren’s face hovered over him again. Her head tilted off to the side as her lips looked as if someone painted them black, “Because, in the end, this was your choice. When I offered you the amulet, you could have refused it, but you didn’t. Did you?”

Kevin felt his dark eyes widen in shock behind his glasses. His face paled as he came to the sudden realization as Simon’s voice spoke through Madison’s cum covered face and empty eyes,

“I gave you the tool to inflict **** and make your life as you wanted. I chose to do that because I’d hoped to sate that want for vengeance, but you’ve tied yourself to this place, just as much as Jess had…so I’m following through on making sure you don’t become an obstacle.”

The formerly-pasty nerd felt that pale tone return to his face as his eyes widened at Simon’s words given to him through the ghostly Cheerleader. The choice he made? An obstacle? Simon couldn’t have, had he?

“W-What are you saying…that y-you tricked me!”

His eyes darted around in panic as the voice of his possessed classmate spoke as Madison tilted her head over him along with all the other girls pinning him. The motion in unison.

“Of course, I tricked you, Kev. That should’ve been obvious hours ago,” the softballer stated in Simon’s deadpanned mannerism.

“But that’s not the question you should really be asking right now, is it?”

Not the question he should be asking right now? What the fuck was he supposed to be thinking about, Kevin thought. Simon was always using the same cryptic bullshit, even when torturing him. What the fuck was he supposed to be thinking about? How his best friend gave him everything he wanted? How he tricked him, his friend, into it?

What the fuck kind of game was Simon playing?

“Do you remember who Faust is, Kevin?”

…oh, fuck. The formerly-scrawny teen felt his eyes widen at the question.

Faust? The nerd questioned himself. He could barely recall that name, but he had heard it before. His eyes glared ahead at his teacher, who began to pull at her tiny golden dress at the continued whispers and mutterings in Spanish. His Natalia’s fingers were still pumping into herself as she drooled at the sight of his cock still cum covered and straight ahead of her. She seemed utterly ignorant of the ghostly apparitions her students had become and more focused on her aroused state. Kevin recognized the ultimate desire to be fucked all over his pet teacher’s face. However, it was incredibly distracting given the situation, and Simon was asking him to think about Faust.

How the fuck was he supposed to remember who that was….

“There are two versions,” the ghostly Ellen’s voice purred, two white fingers held above him, “But both have the same characters. Faust is a dissatisfied man who decides to gain otherworldly knowledge and desire at the expense of his soul. As a man who can never be content or find happiness, he gains this power by making a pact with the devil.”

Anya, the basketball player, walked ahead of the nerd toward his transformed pet, slapping the Latina in the face with her palm and helping yank the dress off to reveal Peralez’s naked and perverted form. The other girls began to encircle the young man and stare at him, looking down at him from the floor. Then two others spanked their teacher forward until she fell to the ground on all fours. The caramel-colored woman moaned out in pleasure and whined out in her perverted mother tongue, “Ay! Papi! Si! Si!”

Kevin watched as his puppet classmates smiled and continued speaking in Spanish toward his teacher, making her crawl ahead on hands and knees until she began licking the cum clean from his pelvis. Almost chanting her into doing something as she couldn’t resist the treat in front of her. A shudder shot through him again at the familiar warmth and moistness of her tongue as he arched his head back. Natalia lost all compunction and began to pleasure her Maestro without resistance.

Simon continued speaking between each class member; one completing another sentence after the other as they circled their naked teacher and pinned classmate.

“The Devil sends Mephistopheles, Mephisto, as his representative, and Faust gains everything he could ever desire, but at the end, the Devil gets his soul and enslaves him for eternity.”

Kevin grunted as Natalia began to smash her enlarged breasts around the base of his cock and continued pumping to get him hard again, squeezing and massaging while moving as fast as she could,

“Maestro. Must…please…Maestro…Si…Natalia es Bueno, Natalia de Maestro Scott….”

“Get off me, you fucking whore….” he roared internally at his pet but was unable to stop.

Lauren’s voice continued as her haunting form remained above him, “Mephisto serves Faust, gives him everything he could ever desire. He even gets him to seduce a beautiful young woman named Gretchen, but because of his acts, Faust destroys her life, and she bears him a bastard. Being a different time, she drowns her own child for being unholy and ultimately becomes condemned for ****, but being an innocent soul, she is allowed to enter heaven.”

Kevin cringed at the words and as his Latina continued to make him hard once more, altogether eating and licking clean his body of cum at the cost of her own. The woman’s long and delicate fingers sucked on in her mouth as she began to drool and lose further control of herself.

Helena now continued as the pinned nerd shot his angered and panicked gaze up to her, “Faust has two paths. In the later versions, he repents and moves heaven and earth to achieve a single moment of happiness for himself which saves his soul, but that’s only later.”

Madison leaned forward, her face still dripping with the nerd’s cum as she spoke, “The earlier versions show Faust is irredeemable, too corrupt to save his soul. So he accepts his fate and is eventually dragged to hell.”

Faustian Bargain.

That’s what this was about. The nerdy teen realized his friend didn’t just give him the amulet to let him have his fun. It was about control. Lost in the details as per fucking usual.

Kevin’s body and new abdomen writhed under the pleasure of feeling his perverted and transformed slut mashing herself into him in front of all of her students. His eyes shut as her tits bounced away.

“So what? Are you saying you’re the fucking devil now, Simon?” he hissed out as he felt his body grow tense again.

The muscular nerd began to smile in an unhinged manner and chuckle, “Are you saying we’re enemies now?”

The entire class of possessed and ghostly female students tilted their heads in the same curious manner as the young man who had been his friend for nearly the last decade. Simon didn’t seem even to register the idea of it, wherever he was,

“If we were enemies, Kev, do you think I would’ve given you the amulet in the first place?”

Knowing him as he had, Kevin still couldn’t believe the response. Was he fucking serious? What the fuck was this about? He was the one who started this whole fucking thing!

The muscular teen slammed the back of his head against the floor. He hissed as Natalia’s breasts continued to squeeze against his shaft. Unable to move he spat out,

“Then, what? Am I fucking joke to you? Why go through all of this shit!”

“I already told you that,” Lauren’s voice once again stated bluntly.

Helena’s voice picked up from where the Cheerleader’s left off, “I’m going to protect Jess. No one will take her from me again.”

“You are my friend, and you deserved a chance to prove yourself,” the pale Ellen added soon after her.

Then the basketball player’s athletic frame leaned over.

“But you’ve allowed yourself to be corrupted,” Anya’s voice continued.

“Tainted,” Madison’s voice added.

“Power-Hungry,” the fighter Weatherby snapped tersely.

“You’re allowing yourself to become what you despised,” Kelly added.

“What you hate,” Rebecca Dawson’s voice sounded.

The Cheerleader in the room took over again, from where they all left off, “You aren’t content with your ****, with your new life, you still want to destroy Jessica. You still want to have what isn’t yours. You don’t have an appreciation for what you have now. What you’ve taken, you haven’t even made an effort to keep.”

Kevin growled as the others let go of him and allowed him to move again, his body sitting up in what he believed to be a response to the newfound freedom of movement. He grinned and chuckled, rubbing the saliva that escaped his mouth. His glasses moved as he gazed up at all the female students that surrounded him, and the naked teacher still mashing her caramel-colored breasts into his cock.

“Are you saying I’m not appreciative enough for what you’ve done for me?” he remarked with an angered growl, his eyes glaring at his Natalia.

How could Simon think that about him? Him of all people? Kevin thought. This was supposed to be his moment, and his friend knew it!

“I was the only one who gave a damn about you when you lost that blonde doll of yours. I was your only friend. Of course, I appreciate what you’ve given me, but you’ve always held me back. This was my time, and you don’t own this place. I do. This was finally going to be mine, and I’d have paradise. I don’t fucking care about life after this, after what Eastlake’s done to me! I’m going to make it my domain! I can fuck whoever I want here! Whenever I want here! I’m at the top now! Above all these fucking tools!”

He began to chuckle and laugh as Simon spoke through someone else again. Someone he didn’t expect,

“When Jess told you that you were just like Brad, this was what she meant, you know….”

Kevin’s eyes immediately widened, and he snapped his hands in front of his mouth in a panic. That was his voice. Simon was talking to him through his own damn body! He could feel his muscles moving, his tongue curl, the muscles in his throat. His hands pulled away, and he adjusted his neck, then smiled, his voice speaking in another language like a ventriloquist’s dummy,

“Natalia, ride your Maestro in front of your class, or I’ll kick you out of the house.”

Panicked, the now eager and horny Spanish Teacher and Cheerleader Coach jumped herself onto his cock and began riding her male student with her arms behind her head, breasts jutted out and bouncing as she cried out and squealed in front of her entire class.

Kevin felt his arms grab onto her waist as he lost control of his body again, Simon speaking through him, even as he was being fucked, “I told you, I could do whatever I wanted with you, Kev, but I wouldn’t because you’re my friend. You know what’s going on, unlike everyone else.”

The nerd gasped as his hands continued to mash against the Latina’s flesh as she rode his cock as best she could.

“But you’re not immune. If you try to hurt the people I care about, I can do much more than this. Much more.”

He began to grunt and gasp out again, his teacher crying out as his hands latched and gripped onto her enhanced tits and abused the nipples that faced him. Simon’s voice now speaking through the entire group of female students at once, in one voice,

“You know better, Kevin.”

His head fell back as he gasped and arched his neck backward, Lauren’s foot pinned onto his chest as the Cheerleader’s face and body began to return to normal. She innocently smiled as Simon would and simply stated another fact as the rest of his class moved about the room,

“I’ll be waiting for you when you’re finished.”

Kevin groaned as his teacher moaned and cried out in ecstasy, panting and babbling in Spanish.

“Ay dios mio! Ay dios mio! MAESTRO!”

Mount Cockatoa erupted inside Natalia Peralez’s squishy, loose, and moistened pink flesh again at full blast, the woman cradling herself as the semen and hot shaft continued inside the teacher as she continued to remain upright. Kevin adjusted himself as he seethed in disgust and anger, seeing the dumb and happy smile on his toy’s face.

He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her limp body forward, and slapped her off with the back of his palm. The nerd grabbed her by the hair and glared at her in the eye.

If she wanted it that fucking badly, after that shitshow, he’d give it to her! He looked at her face staring off dumbly as she smiled at him,

“Natalia es Bueno, Maestro?”

He dropped her and flipped her around so that her breasts pressed into the floor. Then, he pressed his cock in between her ass cheeks with one word on his mind,

“Again!”

“AH! AH! HAA! AH!”

The poor genie gasped and moaned, rolling onto her stomach as her hands desperately tried to unleash all the energy coming out of her in successive waves.

“I wish for complete telepathic control of all female students in Natalia Peralez’s class until the end of the bell.”

“I wish all female students in Peralez’s Sixth Period were engaged in a trance that would end at the bell.”

“I wish for the ability to speak through all students in Peralez’s class until the bell rings.”

“I wish the classmates of Kevin Scott would take on possessed or ghoulish appearances until he cums for the sixth time.”

“I wish for Kevin to fuck Peralez until the bell rings once she’s made him orgasm for the sixth time.”

“I wish Madison Alvarez was unaware of the cum on her face, and no one said anything about it until after she cleans it off.”

“I wish all students upon the exit bell that were entranced by my wish would awake and remember nothing of what happened in their class.”

“I wish Senora Peralez would change into a set of sexy gym clothes fit for her new body once fucked by Kevin in every hole at least once during her class, and she believed that Kevin instructed her to wear them for her practice.”

Her emerald eyes rolled back into her head as she squirmed on the matted white platform, face red and flushed as Jessica remained unable to control the pleasure escaping her body. Her mouth popped open as she gasped and moaned out, her fingers still pumping inside herself and massaging her breasts.

The genie felt like her body would melt through the floor and that her asshole would pipe out hot steam like an overheated tea kettle. Instead, her perfect skin flushed red, her back and forehead beginning to drip with sweat as she had writhed and masturbated originally on her back.

The transformed Russell allowed her students to work, but the body-painted teacher did not sit by as the blonde twisted and moaned loudly during the process.

“Jessica! That is not quiet! I told you to stop moving, young lady! Now!”

The genie let out a gasp as the feeling of something wet and cold pressed down on her back to pin her, and another moan loudly escaped her mouth. If she wanted to stop herself, Jessica would attempt to hold it in and remind herself of the shame that came from being like this in front of a crowd of students who were busy trying to sketch her naked form.

But because of the quick phrase she had uttered, the Cheerleader’s classmates seemed unwilling or unable to notice the fact they were painting the Queen of the School’s naked body. It was all just a routine day for them. Nothing special.

“Miss Russell! Can you get her to stop wiggling her ass! I can’t focus on it!” Amy Grant complained as she shot her hand up.

The body-painted teacher whipped her hair out of her face and continued to hover over the genie’s still-fingering body to smile.

“Miss Grant! If you can’t focus on making Miss Edwards on your canvas, perhaps you can make Miss Edwards a canvas instead! Come up here and paint something on her!”

Jessica mewed and whimpered as she remained focused on cumming again, unable to resist or protest as the thin and long-haired teenager walked up to her and began painting something on her ass. The cold feeling of paint against her hot flesh made her squeal again.

The head cheerleader let out a cry and gasped again as her pussy drenched the floor in more of her nectar, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as the naked girl panted heavily on the platform.

Russell responded again, with another two students walking on top of the elevated platform and painting the naked blonde. Jessica could not stop them as she felt one begin painting up from above her ass and along her spine, another painting on her left arm.

Her teacher grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped the Cheerleader over onto her back again, watching the poor blonde arch as her fingers continued to massage her breasts and twist her nipples; her other hand plunged into the wet pink folds of her pussy as it kept going on. Two more cold and wet handprints on her pinned shoulders.

“Master…Master!”

At this point, Simon was the only person, the only thing she could think about. The only word in her aroused and foggy mind from the wishes he unleashed one after the other.

He did it.

He did it!

Precisely as he explained it to her, and just as he had set up hours ago. Kevin had lost the moment he shook her Master’s hand. The moment the perverted bastard insulted her one too many times. The way he was as arrogant as her ex-boyfriend had been when he thought he would crush her Master under his shoes and fists.

It only made it hotter for the head cheerleader. Yes, the genie thought to herself, underestimate her beloved childhood friend; think he was nothing but a dork; a thickheaded and innocent shell until they dare cross him or try to come between them!

Only she could know the whole truth! Only she could truly have him!

She wished she could’ve seen it play out in person to laugh at Kevin ever trying to think he could get away with becoming what Simon had despised. But, instead, her eyes snapped shut, and her body shivered as another classmate came and began to paint something on the bare skin of her stomach, poking her belly button with the wet paintbrush in his hand.

The genie writhed and whined as another classmate held her head and painted on her face in a way that brought up memories of times at carnivals or events with the Harris family.

Jessica could see the body-painted teacher standing over her as the blonde continued to play with herself uncontrollably as she opened her eyes. She writhed and moaned, eyes fogged over in the same lustful haze that her Master had once again placed her in. Whenever they got home, wherever home would be, the genie would insist to her Master that he play with her, how Jessica longed to play with him. A horny giggle escaped her lips as she writhed on the floor again and rolled back onto her stomach. She humped her hips against her fingers, and the platform as the blonde closed her eyes while biting her lip and moaned.

Lost in her lustful state, she could remember the feeling she had when her urges reached their peak when she heard Simon admit that he loved her for the first time.

If not for this stupid game forbidding her from leaving this otherwise humiliating spot in the middle of her art class, the genie would’ve gone to her Master’s side immediately. In this state, nothing else mattered to her but him. In some way, it grew in intensity by that same feeling and desire she had as a child. If the younger Jessica wanted Simon, she’d find Simon. It was easy, simple, with nothing complicated at all in those days. Maybe having been an overly-attached genie child gave her a built-in homing beacon. Simon said he could never get away, perhaps it was because of a child’s wish, or maybe she had always wanted him to be around and subconsciously stayed near him! Maybe…maybe…fuck it!

The young blonde bombshell shuddered with pleasure again.

Fuck it. Fuck everything else! It just felt so fucking good when Master won something! And she made it possible! Obedience was Pleasure, wasn’t it? This was a reward for helping him beat his opponent, an opponent she wanted to defeat more than anything!

‘I’m a good genie! Yes! I’m a good genie for Master!’

The genie sighed and cooed in her lost and lustful delight as she ignored the continuing stream of classmates ushered one by one to paint on her naked body. Her mind had been somewhere else, adrift at the urge of serving her Master.

Only when she felt something cold drip and spill over the side of her head and forehead did she shudder and squeak back into her situation. Green paint whipped off her hair and shoulder as she shot up and sat in the puddle of her juices.

Emerald eyes widened as she shot around the room and noticed the class still at their assignment...

Sketch the naked Cheerleader!

Right, she was **** to strip naked for her class by Kevin, but Simon was using it as an opportunity for her to grant wishes and not have it be a scene.

But she was still fucking naked in front of all of them the whole time! Even if they didn’t care about her endless masturbation session, she was still self-conscious of herself!

Jessica felt her spine go rigid as she gulped and shivered to touch the cold, wet paint on her body and head. Goosebumps formed on her skin, the nipples on her breasts once again hardened as another voice spoke to her. Her mind tried to switch between arousal from her Master and panic at where she was and what she was currently doing. The Cheerleader, still having not registered until it was too late,

“Hold still, Edwards!”

As she looked at the source of the voice, the blonde bombshell’s flushed face felt the cold feeling of a paintbrush as she saw white paint on the peripheral of her vision. The female student bit down on her tongue as she worked to get the genie’s nose and stroke a few lines on her cheeks until Jessica could sniff the contents of the white pastel that attempted to get on her lips.

Whatever the girl drew, it did make a familiar voice chuckle at the Cheerleader’s expense when she wrinkled her nose and squinted to keep the liquid from dripping off. A few other laughs burst from the room toward the Queen of the School. Her body shivered from both the cold paint and the realization of what had taken place.

Green paint dripping off her lovely golden locks of hair made the cheerleader attempt to squeeze out as much as she could before it dried. The act made her feel her hair stretched against her scalp as her breasts bounced freely in front of everyone. The genie turned around to look behind her, seeing her naked body turned into graffiti against her soft and perfect skin. Her cheeks flushed as she could only imagine how she looked in a mirror.

Jessica’s emerald eyes widened, and she let out a rather noticeable squeak as she folded her hands over her naked pussy to cover herself. The painted student glanced around in a panic as she turned her eyes to the clock on the wall.

So close. So close, just make it!

Miss Russell, her body fully-painted herself, had other ideas as she stepped in front to stop her from moving any further,

“Class begin to finish up! Let me see your work so far!”

The moment her painted-on ass stood in front of the young woman’s face, Jessica shot her eyes back down onto the white smock tarp she sat on. Her transformed teacher’s plump rear end made the genie blush. For a flamboyant man turned woman, Russell’s hips didn’t seem to lie, the embarrassed genie thought to herself. That was very much a woman’s ass. But, unfortunately, the realization only made the blonde’s painted face all the redder and nervously sweat.

Understanding how she was a magical being was already hard enough, throwing in the everyday human struggle to understand her sexuality? That was making it more of a head-spinning day.

The blonde thought it was a rather nice-looking ass with those painted-on pants. Maybe Master could try that with her sometime.

Wait, no, the genie thought to herself as she shook her head again.

Focus, Jess. Just wait for Russell to finish, and you can just get dressed. If you’re lucky, she’ll let you go get the paint off your body when….

“Miss Edwards, where do you think you’re going?”

Apparently, the Cheerleader had already acted upon her desire as she had crawled slowly out from behind her teacher to get to her desk. Now she had to spin around on her knees and look up at her teacher in front of everyone.

“Um, to get dressed, Miss Russell?”

The transformed teacher jutted her hips out and crossed her arms in front of her breasts, “No, I think not, Miss Edwards. You’ll just have to wait until everyone else hands their assignments in and are all dismissed.”

Dismissed?

The blonde’s eyes widened as she looked over her bare and painted left shoulder toward the clock and the door. She even caught sight of the paintings drawn on her body that she hadn’t noticed before. Now panicked, the Queen of the School broke from her usually public composure and started stuttering at her teacher,

“B-B-B-But…Miss Russell, I’m….”

“No buts, you’ll just have to wait, Jessica.”

Crud.

The genie spun around again and saw the familiar set of eyes belonging to her feuding best friend on her. Tiffany was thinking about something, calculating that same energy when she had an idea. However, at the sight of Jessica’s emerald orbs on her, the raven-haired Cheerleader scoffed and looked away from her friend, shaking her head. Then she texted something to someone, and the future-Prom Queen felt her face pale.

Did Tiff, did Tiffany send a photo of her to someone? Oh no….

The bell rang, everyone proceeded to get up, and the door opened to reveal the throngs of Eastlake High Students moving as fast as they could in some cases to get out the door. The class began moving out of their seats, so to avoid more eyes, the blonde bombshell, naked and covered in paint, quickly dived and shuffled herself underneath the white tarp on the platform.

The wait was excruciating, and Simon wasn’t available to bail her out this time because of having to confront Kevin. The genie pouted as she attempted to poke her head out so her eyes could see what was happening.

The entire class had already left after a few minutes, Miss Russell taking the opportunity to stick a paintbrush handle up her pussy as she waited for the right moment.

“All right, Miss Edwards, AH! You…you may leave, n-now! Ah! Mmm!”

Jessica managed to poke her green-paint splattered head out from the tarp and stand for the first time since class began. She kept herself wrapped underneath just in case someone decided to enter unannounced. The painted and naked genie managed to feel the tiles of laminate panels under her bare feet again and tried to navigate around the stations and desks.

Where is it? She thought to herself while looking for her bag.

The blonde looked around and attempted to find the bag, knowing that she had left it by a specific desk, and retraced her steps. Where could it have gone? She thought.

Slowly the Cheerleader tugged at the covering of the burdensome tarp and found a blue notecard from her flashcard box. With her fingers, she flipped it over and found a handwritten note. Her body gulped instinctively from nerves as she saw her friend’s handwriting,

“No more secrets. If you want your clothes back, meet me in the locker room before practice. Unless you can BARE finding and telling your boyfriend…”

At that moment, the genie felt her stomach drop along with the notecard from her fingers. Anger rose but was destroyed and overwhelmed by the feeling of panic.

The genie was alone.

The naked girl was covered in paint.

The Head Cheerleader had a friend and teammate out for her head.

And worst of all, Jessica Edwards had No Clothes.

Exposed…