"Come in, come in!" the woman dressed as a teacher waved for the latest arrivals to take a seat. "Class will begin shortly, and as such, the door will lock." The latest 'students' took their seats, and waited as with a resounding 'click', the door locked.

The 'Teacher' slapped the desk with a riding crop. "This is remedial math class," she announced, "and as such, I will require volunteers. If there are no offers, I will volun-tell someone. Now, volunteer?"

A woman stood up. "I will, teacher!" She approached the front of the class, dressed in an adorable blue witch's costume. "How can I help?"

"What are the basic math functions?" the teacher asked her.

"Addition, Subtraction, Multiplication and Division," the Witch replied instantly.

"Excellent! Now," the teacher waved her riding crop and from the side of the classroom, a hanging curtain which drifted between the Witch and the class. "Addition is giving something to something else," she kept talking, and then waved the curtain away.

The Witch still stood there, except where her chest was riding high on her corset, now a second pair of tits were exposed to the world, her first pair lowered, taking the edge of her costume with them. She gasped as she hesitantly poked her new parts, feeling that they are real.

"Thank you," she said, indicating that the Witch should take her seat. "Next!"

This time, the volunteer was a Luchadore, wearing a mask and a very tight set of tights. "Madame," he said in a deep, sonorous voice. "How may I help!"

The teacher made no secret of her appreciation for his fine form, but she waved her riding crop again, and the curtains passed back in front of the man, hiding him from view. When he re-emerged, he was shrunken, now reduced to a head on his hips, and feet where his legs used to be. "Subtraction is the art of removing from the whole!" she announced.

"Er, Madame Teacher," the Luchadore informed her, "I am barely able to walk. May I get someone to return me to my seat?"

"Of course!" the Teacher waved at someone, she didn't care. "You. Take care of him."

Once he was back in his seat, the Teacher waved her crop over her students. "Next!"

"I shall," a tall dark woman stood, strolling towards the front of the class. She wore a fur bikini, coloured tiger Orange. "Teacher."

"Thank you. Now, stand there," she said, pointing at a place on the floor, and the woman did so, turning to face the other students.

The curtains rolled again, hiding the woman, then revealing her unchanged, where she stood. Then a second woman, a third and then a fourth. "This is multiplication," the Teacher announced to the class as they took in the four perfectly identical women who now stood at the front of the class. "However, as you can see, I multiplied my volunteer, not the clothes she wore."

"We have no problem with that," the ... middle of the clones informed the Teacher. "Shall we return to our seat?"

"Not yet," the teacher replied as the curtain moved around behind her and back to its starting place. "From multiplication, we are going to get division," she announced. "Now, when you divide by one, you get what you started with," she tapped the first woman on the shoulder. "So as you can see, she is as she started. You may return."

The dressed woman returned to her seat, ignoring her three copies behind her. "Now, when you divide by two," the Teacher moved the curtain in front of the first of the clones, then rolled it back. The clone was now in two pieces, separated at the waist, her top half on a table, her lower half now covered in a small sheet, adorned with a flower in a small pot. "Division by two works best if you're working with even numbers, but if you're working with an odd number, like say, one, you wind up with a half number in the end.

She moved the curtain over to the middle clone, then back.

The middle woman was cut up the middle, her left and right halves now over a foot apart, held in place by a small bar between them, her head now resting on a tall stand between the two halves. "This is division by three," the Teacher announced. If you want to know if a number can be evenly divided by three, then simply add all the digits of the number together. If that is a whole multiple of three, then you are good, otherwise, you'll have a remainder. If you're still confused, keep adding."

The curtain moved again, this time covering the last clone, then kept going to the far side of the classroom.

Now the woman was in four pieces, one division from her right shoulder to her left lower-hip, and another from the upper left shoulder to the lower-right hip, crossing in the middle. Her parts are held apart by a rack that appeared behind her. "This is dividing in four. As the more astute of you can tell, division by four can also be division by two, twice," the Teacher drew the two lines with her riding crop.

The curtains drew back across the front of the class, vanishing the three clones as it passed. "Now," the teacher leaned forward. "Pop-Quiz!"

*  *  *

A line of five women walk through the hallways. They are connected by a chain, attached to collars that each of them wear. Their hands are bound behind their backs, and they hold their heads up high. "Hello sir!" the lead woman greets a man dressed as a Vampire. "Would you like to support the School Cheer team?"

"How?" he asked, curious as the line stopped.

"Easy!" the woman at the front, short blonde hair cropped tight in a boy-ish cut. "Simply pick one of the Cheerleaders in the line, remove her from the chain and do what you want to her! Unprotected sex will result in a $500 donation to the team. If she dies due to secondary effects, that's another $500 for the team. If the woman of your choice dies directly at your hands, then that's $1000. If you return a live Cheerleader to the chain, then a mere One Cent gets added to the donations."

"Interesting," the Vampire was certainly interested. "But what is the difference between directly and secondary?"

The third cheerleader in the line, with black hair clipped to the sides responded. "So, if you disembowel me, and wait for me to bleed out, that's a secondary cause. But if you cut me open, rip out my guts, then rip out my heart and I die from that, that's a direct cause. We're encouraging a more hands-on approach with this."

"I'm interested," a man in a doctor's uniform approached the lineup. "But how do I get my chosen bitch off?"

Not caring about the insult, the last woman in line spoke up. "Ah, the key to our collar is inside our pussy. You may note that each of us has a small clit ring, and there's a chain attached to it. Just pull to get the key."

"Thanks," the Doctor said as he reached between the woman's legs and pulled, revealing a slick key. He they unlocked the brunette's collar, pulling her off the end of the line.

"Thank you for your contribution to the cheer team!" the four remaining women said as one.

"And when we're done," the Vampire asked, "I know that we get restored in the lockers at the front, so how do you get back onto the chain?"

"Oh, we have a deal with the Club," the lead Cheerleader informed him. "We'll be restored back on the chain, when people aren't looking, or they blink."

The Vampire could only accept this. It was that sort of night. "Cool," he said, and slid a hand between the lead Cheerleader's legs, pulling out the key. He removed it from the chain, then removed the woman from the chain.

"Thank you for your contribution to the cheer team!" the three remaining women said as one, then they walked away, the Vampire leading his victim in one direction, while the remaining members of the Squad went another way.

She followed without hesitation or worry, and when they were far enough away from where they started, the Vampire bared his fangs, and bit down on her breast.

"eeep!" the woman raised her voice as the man let go of her, and the two of them looked down at the four holes in her breast. "Ah, I think you're supposed to go for the throat," she told him.

"Actually, I wanted to see if I could get milk," he replied as she started bleeding a little from the wounds. "You're certainly big enough," he slapped her tit to prove his point.

"Well, yes, but I'm not lactating," she told him. "Besides, if you want the most blood, you want the femoral artery, on the inside of the leg," she, standing upright, lifted her left leg up until it was folded against the side of her body, a gymnast's vertical split. The Vampire was definitely impressed. "And please remember, sex is an additional donation to the Cheer team."

"Good point," the Vampire agreed. "I think getting your blood pumping, hot and bothered, would make you all the better tasting when I eat you."

"You mean drink, right?" she asked.

"Of course not! Your blood," the Vampire was now pressed up against her, rubbing their sex together in preparation, "will be the fine wine I drink as I devour you alive. "I think," he forced himself into her, not because she was resisting, but because the angle was a little awkward, "that you'll find my taste for red meat to be... raw."

The Cheerleader grinned and lowered her raised leg, this time, wrapping it around him to pull him close. "After you're done me," she said as she vigorously joined him in raising her heart rate, "The third woman in our line? She has a fetish for that."

"So noted," the Vampire replied, then opened his maw to bite her neck, to drink deeply before she gave out.