Start Small

Despite being unaware of the Perverted Baron’s presence Professor Taylor knew something was wrong with her. The sudden heat flashes that struck her body followed by the sudden pinching in the buttocks and breasts region. Her natural response was logical rather than supernatural, assuming that it was merely a cramp caused by an **** workout routine the Professor had adopted when the dreams first began.

She never realized the spirit was interacting with her, feeding off her sexual frustrations and desires while slowly corrupting her and gaining strength.

That was how the spirit of the Baron gained control in his weakened state, stripping away at their mental defenses just as easily as he would strip away at their clothes. The thrill the spirit felt was only further enhanced by the sight of nearly fifty students seated before him. Some were taking notes intently while others simply ignored the Professor’s lessons in favor of sitting in the back and focusing on other activities.

Those were the ones the spirit influenced, the ones too focused to notice his actions and the ones too distracted to feel a shift in their minds.

While his powers were limited the spirit spent several days gaining the strength necessary to slowly corrupt Professor Wells and her students. Their minds slowly corrupted with images of lust and the curiosity of the Professor’s choice of clothing beneath the layers of professionalism she used to mask her insecurities.

As for the Professor, she imagined being daring in the darkened classroom while her students were busy taking notes displayed on the projector. The podium before her acted as a form of cover that prevented anyone from noticing that she had slowly begun undoing the button of her pants and slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her panties. Pleasuring herself while explaining the various bits of information displayed on the screen, her students completely unaware of her deviant activities.

It was not a thought the Baron created for the Professor and pushed into her mind but rather one formed by the corruptive influence of the collar wrapped around her neck and the Professor’s own imagination.

Yet he wasn’t about to ignore the golden opportunity presented to him as the spirit hovered over Taylor’s corrupted form and whispered a simple comment that changed the course of their interaction- “It’s getting hot.”

A subtle comment yes but an effective one that began to warm Taylor’s body and leaving her with the desire to slowly divest herself from her suit jacket. Her pure white blouse was thankfully very absorbent, yet the specter’s words continued echoing into her mind and convincing her to loosen the buttons of her top. Only her self-control prevented Taylor from removing the top entirely, but it was enough for the blonde Professor to show some cleavage to the unseen specter.

“Why would you hide such lovely breasts from the world?” The Baron asked curiously, his translucent form circling the blonde beauty from above like a vulture observing their prey. His eyes admiring Taylor’s exposed breasts with a mixture of lust and longing for the chance to truly touch her pale skin.

Alas the Baron knew how weak he was and instead was limited to feeding off her energies and that of her fellow students until he was finally strong enough.

Yet that didn’t mean he was trapped with inaction as his suggestions and subtle interactions provided the Baron with a slow and steady stream of energy. Enough for him to finally begin the next stage of his plan by touching the young woman’s soft cheeks and noting how the flesh reacted to his touch.

Whereas most spirits are cold to touch the Baron’s fingers felt almost warm to the touch against the woman’s cheek. The ghostly specter noting how her cheeks subtly pushed inwards, reacting as though someone was truly touching her cheek.

Excited, the spirit practically leapt into the air with joy before finally gaining enough self-control to lower his hands to slowly undo another pair of buttons on her blouse.

In the darkened classroom, hidden behind a podium, no one could see the specter slowly revealing her sunflower patterned bra. An adorable choice of undergarments in the Baron’s mind, one that fits well with Taylor’s personality but not his own preferences.

Still, he knew better than to complain and simply reached forward to touch the young educator’s breasts with a single finger. The feeling of flesh against his own was thrilling but one he could only enjoy with great effort due to his weakened state. His mind cursing at his previous host passing before the seven days were completed, trapping the fragment with the host and unable to influence her family into removing the collar prior to her burial.

It took nearly a century of constant energy for the spirit to finally summon a creature that could grant him freedom and now he was weakened, a shell of his former self.

The Baron only had himself to blame for this as he had chosen to challenge himself by latching onto a young woman betrothed to an innocent gentleman. One who refused to aid his host in her plight and instead isolated her from the rest of the estate until she was found no longer amongst the living.

Now he would not make such mistakes and instead was careful not to expend all his energy into this single act of perversion but instead focused on regaining his strength. His joy was obtained by finally being able to touch a proper woman’s breasts once more and the sight of her momentarily distracted by the sudden sensation towards her breasts.

Looking down Taylor nearly gasped upon noticing her state of undress and nearly moved to cover herself once more.

Unwilling to accept such a fate the spirit whispered into the Professor’s ears once more- “No one can see you in the darkness. Why don’t you let yourself cool off?”

Reaching down her opened blouse as though he was still alive the specter touched the educator’s nipple and felt the heat generated from such an act. Her nipples becoming erect through the fabric of her bra and leaving her momentarily stunned by the flash of lust that entered her body.

In her mind Taylor simply believed she was becoming ill, and her subconscious was simply generating erotic thoughts as part of a natural reaction. She never realized that a spirit was slowly circling her erect nipples through the fabric of her bra and sucking away her resistance as though he was a vampire.

That was the beauty of the Perverted Baron’s actions as Professor Taylor Wells, educator, strong and independent, slowly fell into lust. Her mind and body were already beginning to submit to the spirit’s perversions and strengthen his influence.

The only question now is what will he do to the Professor next?

A) Slow and Steady (Continue Groping)

B) Touch Me (Masturbate)

C) It’s Getting Hot in Here (Strip Further)

D) Show and Tell (Demonstration)

E) Wake Up (Resistance)

F) Other (Ideas)

Things are heating up for our professor and the spirit. Until next time