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Despite maintaining the carefully cultivated image of a strict disciplinarian, Glynda Goodwitch cared deeply for each and every student she taught at Beacon Academy. It was her sworn duty to not only help mold these young men and women into the valiant Hunters of tomorrow, but to keep them safe until their potential was realized.
And it was because of that dedication to her students that she stood alone in an empty classroom after midnight, fidgeting nervously with her clothing as she waited for her “guest” to arrive. Given the choice, she would much rather have gone to bed a few hours ago, especially after the… eventful day she’d had. But considering the current situation, her hands were tied.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say her hands were about to be tied.
Finally, at 12:15 on the dot, the classroom door quietly opened and Ruby Rose entered, yawning and stretching as she approached Glynda.
“Um, Professor Goodwitch?” she asked nervously. “Why did you need to talk with me so late? And why didn’t you want me to tell my team about it?”
Glynda gritted her teeth, knowing perfectly well that she hadn’t been the one to select the meeting time or request it be kept a secret. Still, for Ruby’s sake, she kept her objections to herself and played along.
“I called you here, Miss Rose, because I had something important I needed to show you. Something that would be best kept a secret from your classmates…”
As her hands moved toward the buttons of her skirt, Glynda hesitated, her inhibitions coming to the forefront. What she was about to do went against all of her standards as a professional educator. She was putting her career on the line here, and she didn’t know if she’d be able to look at herself in the mirror afterward.
“It’s all for Ruby,” she reminded herself silently. “You’re doing this all for Ruby.”
With trembling hands, Glynda unbuttoned her skirt, then unclasped her cape, letting the garments drop to the floor around her feet. In due time, her boots, stockings, and top all joined the pile, leaving her all but nude in front of her eagerly-watching student.
There was no need for her to remove her panties or bra, as she wasn’t wearing any. What she was wearing was far less concealing.
A snug, intricate harness made of rough, itchy rope had been woven around Glynda’s torso, digging uncomfortably into the supple flesh of her breasts and criss-crossing down around her stomach to end in a tight crotchrope. Underneath the crotchrope, a pair of dildos buzzed softly inside her lower holes, the noise barely audible even in the dead silence of the empty classroom. The ensemble was completed by a leather collar around Glynda’s neck, previously hidden by the high collar of her usual outfit.
“Wow! That’s pretty kinky of you, Professor!” Ruby chirped, seemingly not at all disturbed by the sight of her teacher’s naked body. “Were you wearing this under your clothes all day? That must have been really uncomfortable to teach in!”
“As a matter of fact, Miss Rose, it was,” Glynda ground out, her eyelid twitching.
“And having those vibrators buzzing and whirring inside you all day?” Ruby shivered dramatically. “I would’ve gone crazy after five minutes like that! How did you make it through the whole day like that?”
“It certainly wasn’t easy, Miss Rose. Especially not during a certain class where someone was playing with the remote control the entire time. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Miss Rose?”
“Hmmm… nope, nothing’s coming to mind!” Ruby giggled, batting her eyelashes innocently. “But now that you mention it, you sure groaned pretty loud right after Jaune got knocked out during combat training today. What happened there?”
Glynda’s face turned beet red. “I-I hardly think that’s relevant-”
“Sure it is!” Ruby beamed, an uncharacteristically malicious gleam in her eye. “You made me come here in the middle of the night so you could show me what a dirty, kinky pervert you are, so it’s too late to back out now! I want to hear aaaaaaaall the juicy details!”
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Glynda forced herself to continue. “...That was when I had an orgasm in the middle of class.”
“And? You can’t just leave a girl hanging there. How’d it feel to cum like a slut in front of all those people?”
“It… it was the most humiliating moment of my life,” Glynda answered honestly. “I couldn’t believe I’d lost control of myself so completely.”
“But you did, didn’t you?” Ruby teased, leaning in closer to Glynda. “What would people say if they knew one of Beacon Academy’s teachers was getting off during her own lessons? Or if they knew she was such a horny, submissive bitch for one of her own students?”
“G-getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we, Miss Ro-aaaaah!” Glynda moaned as Ruby blurred behind her in the blink of an eye and roughly seized her breasts, kneading the sensitive mounds like lumps of dough.
“No, I think we got there a long time ago, Professor,” Ruby taunted, her thumbs teasing the tips of Glynda’s nipples. “What does the tag on that collar you’re wearing say, again?”
“R-Ruby’s Bitch…”
“And who am I?”
That, Glynda mused, was the real question. She knew almost nothing about the person tormenting her: their name, their gender, their appearance, or whether or not they were affiliated with a certain Queen. What she did know was their Semblance: the ability to completely copy their consciousness into another person, effectively possessing their body.
Glynda didn’t know when Ruby had fallen victim to this monster; for all she knew, they could have been impersonating her for weeks. She hadn’t had any idea they even existed until yesterday, when “Ruby” had approached her in private and revealed her true nature.
Her first reaction had been to subdue the infiltrator and find a way to drive them out of Ruby’s body, but that plan had come to a crashing halt the moment they’d unfolded Crescent Rose and placed Ruby’s neck against the blade. Their ultimatum was clear: if Glynda didn’t keep quiet and play along with whatever they wanted, they’d do as much damage to Ruby’s body as they could before Glynda could stop them.
Their first order had been a simple one. As long as they remained in Ruby’s body, Glynda would address them only by their host’s name.
“R-Ruby R-Rose…”
“Exactly!” Ruby said cheerily. “You’re my very own kinky, obedient bondage bitch! And that means I get to tie you up and do whatever I want to you whenever I want! Doesn’t that sound fun?”
“Y-yes, Miss Rose…”
“Good! Now, get down on your knees, Professor Goodbitch! You’ve been a naughty girl today, and I think it’s about time someone gave you some discipline…”
With a heavy heart, Glynda sank to her knees, allowing Ruby to begin trussing her up even further. The possessed Huntress had no shortage of supplies to work with - one of her other orders had been for Glynda to stock her desk drawers with a full complement of restraints, gags, and other accessories.
Soon, Glynda found her arms folded behind her back into a strict reverse prayer tie, the ropes woven into her harness in a way that pulled the ropes around her breasts even tighter with every movement she made. Several layers of black electrical tape were wrapped around her fists, turning them into useless balls that could only wiggle back and forth fruitlessly. Her long, shapely legs were frogtied tightly with even more rope, and a spreader bar between her knees forced her to keep her dildo-stuffed pussy on display.
When Ruby was finally finished turning Beacon’s most accomplished professor into a helpless, wriggling bondage toy, she picked one final item out of the drawer: a roll of bright red duct tape. Bracing herself, Glynda pressed her lips together, only for Ruby to wag a finger scoldingly at her.
“Nuh uh uh, not yet!” she sang teasingly. “There’s something special that has to go in first! Open wide!”
Reaching into her pocket, Ruby produced a balled-up wad of pastel blue fabric decorated with white snowflake patterns. Glynda had just enough time to recognize it as a pair of panties before it was forced into her open mouth. Two more pairs quickly joined it, one black and lacy, the other skimpy and bright yellow. Before Glynda could even think of spitting them out, Ruby activated her Semblance and wound half the roll of tape around Glynda’s head in a matter of seconds.
“So, how do my teammates’ dirty panties taste, Professor?” Ruby taunted, giving Glynda a quick slap on the rear to test out her gag. “I felt bad I couldn’t invite them along to have fun with you, so I dropped by the laundry hamper and picked up a few souvenirs. It’s like they’re right here with me, helping me dominate you in spirit!”
She leaned in close again, savoring the look of fear in Glynda’s eyes. “But don’t worry, they’ll definitely be joining us sooner or later. I can be very persuasive when I want to be…”
“DMM’T YMM DRRR!” Glynda yelled, fixing Ruby with the fiercest look she could manage. She refused to let any more students get involved in this nightmare!
“Aww, look at the cute little bitch, trying to look scary while she’s chewing on a mouthful of her students’ panties!” Ruby cooed. “Sorry, Professor, but I wasn’t asking for your opinion! If it makes you feel better, though, I’ll give you a choice about what happens to you next!”
Suddenly, Ruby was behind Glynda once more, plucking her glasses off her nose and shoving her forward onto her face. As she laid face-down with her ass in the air, trying to refocus her vision, she felt Ruby loosen her crotchrope slightly and tug it to one side.
“Since I know these vibrators are driving you nuts, I’ll let you pick which one I take out! Of course, there’s a couple catches. One, whichever vibrator you don’t pick has to stay in there for the rest of the week. And two -”
A chill shot down Glynda’s spine as something long, thick, and rubbery slapped against one of her ass cheeks.
“- as soon as one of your holes is free, me and my strap-on are going to spend the next hour going to town on it! Better choose carefully, Professor - I made sure to buy the biggest size they had…”
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