Principal without principles

She finds Bryony helping a smiling, drunk looking Miss Baines up to her feet, heels kicked off, skirt dropped to the floor, exposing her thick, curvaceous ass and thighs clad in black stockings and knickers.

Bryony looks up at her, cheeks flushed a bright crimson as she carefully inquires"did Miss Baines hit her head, Miss Sharjan? She's being...weird. just woke up and started undressing and...smiling".

"She's lost some blood, so she's probably just woozy and light-headed. In any case, she needs to stay warm. Help her to bed, while I call her an ambulance" she replies in her way to her desk, punching in the number as her student does as she's bid, softly comforting her princpal, leading her by her hands.

"Come on Miss Baines, lets get you into bed..."

Miss Baines, still smiling manically, pulls the the bed's privacy curtain back around the two as she's led onto the mattress, it's springs creaking under their weight.

The phone rings for what feels like an eternity. In the background, behind the curtain, she thinks she can hear what sounds like mumbling, and the shifting of weight on the bed. Yasmin assumes it's just Baines half-concious ramblings, until she hears what she thinks is Bryony's voice, or something muffled at least. What is she doing behind that curtain still? A voice crackles to life on the phone just before she reaches over to check.

She snaps back to focus on the phone. "This is East Rilling Academy, we've had two serious injuries and a dangerous individual that's still on the premises...yes, that one, outside o-...yeah. as far as I can tell, we have a middle aged woman suffering alot of blood loss, and a younger man with a potentially worse injury...I don't know, we're still looking for him...".

Despite her concern, her attention is drawn to what's going on behind the curtain. The two are...mumbling? Groaning? Are they in pain? Baines might be, but that was definitely Bryony just then. And what on earth is that wet noise? Like smacking, or slurping.

"...hmm? Oh, sorry, yes. No, I just know he's a man. She seems to be, yes. I think. I'm the nurse. Yes, I do".

It's getting louder, and their noises undeniably obscene. She wouldn't, would she? How delirious can blood loss make a person?

Yasmin hates herself for her perverse imagination, but can't help but reach for the curtain once more, the dispatcher's rambling fading away to background noise as, after an eerie moment of nervous hesitation, she yanks it aside. The phone drops from her hand as her whole body tenses.

Bryony was in her headmistress' arms, facing away from her, sat on the edge of the bed, legs tucked underneath, arms limp at her sides. Her face quivered as she whimpered weakly into Baine's palm, her pretty blue eyes rolled back, head resting limply on her headmistress as she suckled on her neck, her dark blood running down her throat and staining her shirt collar. Her cardigan and shirt had been yanked open, leaving it's loose buttons hanging down her belly, her plain cream bra pulled up her chest to expose her fat, pert tits, one being groped and toyed with, Baine's ringed fingers running long, red fingernails against it's perfect, pillowy swell, stroking it's erect pink nipple.

Too mortified to do anything but stare for what felt like a truly twisted, depraved eternity, mouth agape, Miss Baines is the first to react to her intrusion. her head snaps back with a satisfied, wet smack of her bloody lips. She'd discarded her glasses, pulled her hair loose and let it hang down her bare back, the ample curves of her bare tits poking out on both sides of her student's back. She looked a decade younger, and as she gave a cruel smile and a slow, seductive lick of her blood-stained lips, sharp fangs bared, Yasmin couldn't help but feel a stab of warmth between her legs.

Terrified by the betrayal of her body as much as the beautiful monster devouring Bryony, she takes a timid step backwards, kicking the still humming phone as she did. Baines slips off the bed and stands up straight, whatever frailty she had before apparently long gone.

"M-Miss Baines? Can you understand me?" Despite her terror, her medical mind raced to diagnose her former superior. The best she could come up with is some bizarre form of rabies, but she knew even that was an impossibility. The blood loss, the pale pigmentation, the fucking fangs, the **** arousal made obvious by the glistening wetness of her panties, the red eyes. The beautiful...perfect eyes...

She found a strange, cool calm in those pupils, as inhuman as they seemed. It suddenly made sense to relax as Miss Baines approached, to let her undo her cardigan and the shirt beneath, to tilt her head slightly, and lovingly smile as she feels Baine's warm breath on her prickling skin, as if she was a long awaited lover, giving her a kiss.