Jane Thompson, school teacher-Puppet

Jane sat at her desk grading papers during her free period. She rubbed one of her temples with her left hand. Her head had been aching for the last hour. She looked at her watch and saw the period still had fifteen more minutes, then the school day had another two hours after that. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Jane sighed. She wasn’t really feeling like helping a student right now.

“Come in.” She said reluctantly.

The door opened and Jane groaned when she saw Jake Boyd standing in the doorway. Jake was a troublemaker, never listening in class, if he showed up at all. He was always making inappropriate comments to both female students and even staff, which constantly landed him in detention. So Jane eyed him suspiciously when he entered the room, she felt like this definitely wasn’t about school work.

“Hey Teach!” He said enthusiastically.

“Jake, we’ve talked numerous times about how I’d like to be called Mrs. Thompson.”

“Sorry about that Teach. I’ll try harder.” He said. Annoyed Jane closed her eyes and rubbed her aching head again.

“What did you need Jake? I was a little busy.” Jane said, trying to hide her frustration.

“I’m really sorry Teach. I just wanted to turn in my paper on the ancient South American tribes.”

“The paper that was due last week?” Jane said, the annoyance in her voice coming through more than she wanted.

“Yea that one.” He said ignoring her obvious tone, and slid his backpack off his shoulder. He opened it up and retrieved a single piece of paper from it. It didn’t shock Jane that his paper was well below the required three pages.

“I wasn’t going to do the paper originally. You might be surprised to hear that.” Jake chuckled, Jane just stared daggers at him. “but then I actually looked up a certain tribe in the Brazilian area, and it really caught my interest.” He put the paper down in front of Jane and she looked at it, then back at her student.

“What is this Jake? It’s obviously not the report I asked for.” She looked at the paper again. On it was a single sentence, in a language Jane didn’t recognize. If it was an actual language at all.

“That’s my report Teach. Hear let’s turn it into an oral report.” and Jake lowered his voice into a deep growl and muttered words Jane didn’t understand.

Then fear swept through Jane as a strange feeling went through her entire body, and the next instant Jane’s body went completely limp in the chair she had been sitting in. She could still see, but she had no control over any part of her body anymore, even her eyes. Her head had drooped to one side, and her eyes could only look unblinkingly straight ahead, meaning she was looking at the left breast of her blue suit jacket. Then she heard Jake continue speaking.

“Like I said, when I looked into this tribe, I had found something that really peaked my interest. You see they had a very specific practice they did. Once every year they had a ritualistic sacrifice they made to a dragon like god they worshipped.” Out of the periphery of her now limited vision, Jane saw Jake move around her, to the back of her chair. He continued.

“During this sacrifice they had to have a willing participant, and this participant would have to walk into a burrow, a nest, of this very poisonous, very carnivorous species of giant reptile. After walking into this nest they would be bitten repeatedly, poisoned, which would paralyze them and then they would be eaten, very very slowly.” Jane would have jumped if she could, as she felt Jake’s hands massaging her shoulders.

“Now obviously, after a while, the people of this tribe were kind of uncomfortable and not so willing to volunteer for this slow painful fate, and the elders couldn’t just throw someone in this pit. They believed the person had to walk in willingly. If they were thrown in and tried to escape, that wouldn’t please the gods very much. So they came up with a new solution.

The mystics worked for years to develop a form of mind control; I won’t go into deep specifics, but using a teensy bit of magic, which is shockingly easy to learn if you find the right source, and a very small amount the venom of the reptile they used in the sacrifice, mixed with a few plants crushed into a fine powder, which is sadly kind of expensive, you can make your own quote unquote willing puppet. I guess they were fine trying to trick their god.”

Jake released Jane’s shoulders and walked around his teachers chair. He took a finger and put it under her chin and lifted her head to face him and their eyes met, one set was pleased with itself, the other frozen, wide eyed, and glassy.

“This stuff,” Jake brought out a small bottle of a pink powder. The bottle was big enough to maybe hold one ounce of liquid or in this case powder, it seemed to be half empty. “This stuff right here is two thousand dollars a bottle, and you’re not going to find it on the shelf at your local supermarket.” He laughed. “All you have to do is have the target ingest it, say by pouring it into their water bottle while they’re in the bathroom, and then you say some magic words after the potion spreads through their system, then poof, your own personal puppet.”

“By the way it said ingesting it may cause some rough headaches. Is that true?” He stared into her eyes and let out another chuckle. Then Jake’s eyes suddenly looked hungry. He took his thumb and popped it into his teachers mouth. He circled it around her tongue, pushed it in and out, then pulled it free and rubbed her saliva on her lips.

“God I’m glad it didn’t turn you into a little wooden toy. That wouldn’t have been as fun…or as comfortable.” Jake took a few steps back from Jane and looked at her, and he spoke in the low growling language again.

“Puppet, get up.” Jake said in a commanding voice.

Jane’s body reacted immediately, standing up from her chair quickly and besides keeping itself upright, going lifeless again. It’s arms hung at its side, it’s legs bent in an awkward manner and her head lolling to the side again. She looked like she was truly a puppet on slightly loose strings.

“Stand up straight.” Jake called in the same voice.

Jane’s body straightened. Her head looked forward, her legs snapped together, and her arms came to rest quickly and tightly at her sides.

Jake walked up to his former teacher now puppet, and reached for her blue suit jacket, undoing the buttons. He slid it off her shoulders and let it pool on the ground. He stared at the blouse that had been underneath the jacket. It was tight around her large chest. Then he reached up to the blouse. He unbuttoned several buttons, and marveled at the large amount of cleavage showing.

“Damn these tits are amazing Teach, i wish you would have shown them off more in class.” He reached in her shirt, underneath her bra and squeezed her right breast. He pinched a nipple and looked at her face to see if there was any sign of recognition in her eyes. He pinched harder, her eyes remained as glassy and unblinking as they have been the last several minutes. After reluctantly removing his hand from her breasts, Jake grabbed her bra and pulled until it was ripped off of her body.

“You won’t be needing a bra anymore Teach.” He said with a wink, throwing it down with her jacket, and he was pleased to see how her nipples noticeably pressed against her blouse now. He gave one a quick flick before moving on.

Jake then reached behind her head and let her hair out of its tight bun, and he ran his fingers through it a few times, teasing it up and feeling how soft it was.

Finally he bent down and hiked up her knee length skirt until it came down only a few inches below her ass, which Jake smacked hard when he was done. He reached under the skirt and like with the bra, ripped her panties off of her. Also like the bra he was saddened to see how boring the panties were. He’d fix that soon enough.

Jake stood up and turned his back to his new plaything, walking toward the classroom door. When he reached it, he grabbed the handle and opened the door.

“Come on puppet slut. Let’s go home and have some fun.” He said, looking back at her come to life again. Jake exited the room, accompanied by his teacher, her limbs flailing a little cartoonishly as she followed her new master to her new life.