Martha is far too trusting...

'Martha.' Sarah acknowledged, her piercing blue grey eyes assessing Martha as she came in. 'I'm glad you could make it.'

Martha swallowed as she was pinned by her beautiful, nordic Coach. Martha wasn't gay(not too gay at least) but the simple cool authority plus Sarah's striking features and knockout body always seemed to wrongfoot Martha, like a deer in headlights.

'Um...Yeah...I got your note...'She trailed off as her eyes unwilling locked onto Sarah's tight, firm ass as she squatted to pick up a heavy looking box.

The insides clinked softly, bottles maybe?

'Yes. I've got a new...regime...for you to trail if you're willing, it's somthing my wife helped cook up but I think it could be useful to rest of the team?'

'Sure!' Martha said, far too quickly, her dark skin flushing darker as she bit her lip.

She always ended up coming off far to eager to please with Coach Strider.

'It's just admiration, a little bit of hero worship...It's not a crush!' She thought, biting her lip as Sarah's ass flexed within her tight white yoga pants.

Sarah smiled as she turned to face Martha, still holding the black medical crate.

'Good. I knew I could always count on you Martha.'

Martha beamed, a warmth spreading through her as she tried desperatly not to notice how much pale titflesh Sarah's white sports top was showing off.

'Not a crush,Not a crush-'

'This way please Martha.' Coach Strider said, her wide hips and toned thighs swaying hypnotically.

Martha was so drawn to her teacher's perfect ass and how her long, blond ponytail bobbed in time with her rear that it took Martha a moment to realise that they weren't heading towards Sarah's office.

'Hey Coach, where are we heading?'

'One of the old squash courts, Lisa's needed to set up some equipment.'

Equipment?

Hmm

'Uh okay...By the way, why did you send Docherty to fetch me?'

Sarah slowed slightly, a barest hesitation as the mention of William's name reminded of the huge, thick cock he shoved up her pussy as she was writing that note, gripping her long ponytail and pounding her as he debased her infront of her goddess of a wife as Lisa made Sarah list every single way she wanted to corrupt and change her prize student...

'I was busy at the time...He had just come from Principal Santiago and I put him to work...' The lie came easily, sprinkled with truth and Sarah licked her lips and grinned at how readily Martha swallowed the lie.

That loyalty. That level of adoration and lust as she felt Martha's eyes rove over her tight, fit body.

God she was so fucking horny...

'Whoa...What is this?' Martha asked as she stared at the strange white and blue chair. It looked like a bizarre high tech dentist chair, the actual seat reclined while a large box like base hid god knows what.

It hummed softly, lines of light blue light glowed through several hairline partitions...

A matching white helmet with a incredibly high tech blue visor rested on its seat.

'So...As far as I understand it, Lisa said it was an advanced learning chair. The helmet uses flashing lights to induce a heightened learning learning state. I'm hoping we can use it as a practice aid, to help memorize tactics and such...'

'Huh...So it'll simulate games and teach me how to win them?' Martha says, taking a seat and shifting in suprise as the chair conformed around her body slightly.

It hums softly beneath her, soft glowing lines flickering as Sarah lowers the helmet over her head.

'No, it'll teach you to be my slut and worship my cunt.' Sarah smirked as she activated the helmet.

'What did you-Uhhhhhhh~'

Martha's minds fuzzes as the visor lights up, showing thousands of geometric sequences every second, blotting out her upper brain functions as the chair begins to unfold.

Several sections of the chair that appeared flush with the body extend out on robotic arms.

Another small delicate set, tipped with small lasers and grabbers begin to systematically cut off Martha's clothes, the laser carefully not even grazing her skin as she's stripped.

Meanwhile the other sections reverse, the soft textured panels, made of some high tech self shaping plastic press into parts of Martha's immobile body, molding themselves around her ebony skin.

Her arms, Her thighs, Her trim stomach.

Two particulalry large ones engulf her small breasts, their gel like material sunctioning around her dark tits.

The actual seat of the chair shifts, cupping her tight ass perfectly as the front of the seat extends out and grows into a flexible yet firm compress that presses into her upper thighs and pussy, fully covering them while the bottom extends under to press into her asshole.

'Guh~' Martha moans as the panels begin to vibrate softly, stimulating most of her body, the gel like panels forming to perfectly hit every spot as dozens of tiny tubes thread their way up from inside the chair and connect to the back of the panels.

'Mmm...Looks a bit like a really fancy massage chair...' Sarah says softly yet Martha's ears hear it incredibly clearly, the words bouncing around in her mushy mind and as Sarah walks into her field of vision, Martha's senses are hyper aware of every inch of Sarah's body, the rest of the room fading as if there was nothing else in the universe other than her.

Martha didn't even have the mental capacity to respond, her mouth opened slightly as she moaned quietly, a tiny strand of drool leaking from her lips.

'You're mostly right Lover!' A deeper, more sultry voice said and a tall, statuesque woman appeared behind Sarah, cupping her perfect tits and the normally stern coach melted into the touch.

'It was originally designed as one before I took it and...made adjustments...'

'Mmm...Not just a pretty face! I fucking love you...' Sarah growls, grinding against Lisa's leg.