(NOTE: Olga Ivanova belongs to Luca Guadagnino; Madame Sambuccetti belongs to me)
It was another typical day at the Markos Dance Academy and everyone had to learn a new dance routine of some sort, so they did. Then shortly after the new dance routine, the dancers were left to their own devices…and even a certain Russian student was no exception. Olga Ivanova was going for a walk around the city of Berlin and yet when she eventually returned, she saw an unknown hooded figure standing in the hallway.
“Who are you?” Olga asked.
The stranger, however, did not answer.
“I’ve just asked you a simple question,” Olga barked. “Who the fuck are you?! Answer me or else I’ll make you answer me!”
Yet the stranger still said nothing. However, when Olga began charging at them, they ran off, prompting her to give chase until they ended up in a rehearsal room, after which the stranger took their hood off, revealing themself as a middle-aged woman in her 40’s or 50’s.
“First off,” the woman said, “my name is Francesca Sambuccetti, but you can call me Madame Sambuccetti. In case you’re going to ask again, I’m new to this place as a dance teacher, and yet I’m planning to convert this place for a school for strippers. And you might be a perfect student for my new school.”
With that, she used her magic and before Olga could respond, she felt her head hurt.
“What are you doing?!” Olga cried in agony.
“Easy,” Madame Sambuccetti explained. “This magic drains your brain.”
Then as Madame Sambuccetti clenched her fists tighter, Olga’s migraines got stronger and that was when Olga realized that her intelligence was being erased…and Madame Sambuccetti made sure that Olga couldn’t do anything about it.
“No…ngh…no,” Olga groaned as she eventually felt the last of her intelligence fade away, “ugh…my…brain…what have…you done…to…my brain…”
Then as Madame Sambuccetti eventually drained away Olga’s intelligence, the younger woman fell face-down on the dance floor.
“I wonder what I can do next,” Madame Sambuccetti said to herself as Olga simply laid there in the eagle-spread position with a big puddle of drool coating the dance floor.
End of Part 1 (stay tuned for Part 2)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p59nzl/olga_drained_dry_pt_1_brain_drain_bimbofication