Thread: Lady Isabella's School for Sluts

Admiral Squish said Professor Hart patrolled the hallways of Lady Isabella's school, his striking, sapphire-blue eyes scanning over the halls and the students as he passed. A hush followed him as conversations dropped off so the girls could give a respectful, and perhaps fearful, nod to the muscle-bound instructor. Even problem students avoided drawing his attention. Professor Hart was often difficult to predict. He commanded respect, and he was very particular about the rules. If he noted a minor violation, his response was to simply inform the student what she was doing wrong. Provided the girl responded in an agreeable manner, that would be all. But should he be witness to some major fault, or come upon a student who refused to take his 'advice', the claws came out, and he would tear into them. His massive body, combined with his exceptionally loud voice and lessons gleaned from boot camp instructors made unfavorable encounters with him terrifying. The offender would often walk away with bruises, shaken and drained by the experience. Whispers of these unfavorable encounters circulated for days. Of course, these terrifying outbursts were supplemented with a sexual appetite that was almost predatory, and his teaching methods, which were no less depraved than any other teacher's. And, of course, detention. Detention run by Professor Hart was either one of two things. Either he was going to fuck your brains out for hour after hour, or you did something bad enough to warrant his private attentions. The pad of detention slips sat in his pocket, ready for use as he checked uniforms and ensured his students were remaining respectful. That was when he noticed some sort of hubbub around the locker room... Click to expand... Ophelia rose a brow, as she was about to pass the locker room. She saw several other student's, seamingly that by their costumes, staring towards the locker room, as if those screams and sounds from in there, was an interest of theirs. Ophelia rolled her eyes and checked her nails once again, slowly shaking her head at peoples reactions. What ever two people was doing in there, was their business. Even though it did sound quite kinky. What kind of school was this anyway? Ophelia hadn't been told by her mother, exactly where she was going, all she knew was why. Her mother wanted her to be a 'Lady', and stop being a defiant brat. Ophelia hardly expected that'd be possible. Her eyes drifted to the many students standing by the door, shaking her head with a silent sigh as she looked forward again. Her left brow rose slightly, as she saw the first male of the premises. She hadn't seen any before him. He was rather attractive. How ever intimidating. Yet in her mind, intimidating was exciting. But he was a teacher, and possibly dull beyond belief, yet she still needed directions towards the Headmistress' office. And she might as well as what the fuzz in the locker room was about. She walked towards the Professor, nodding a single time. Excuse me.. Could you direct me towards the.. Erh.. Headmistress' office? She didn't approve much, of calling someone 'Mistress'. Seemed degrading to do so, and she made that very clear in her voice and tone. She pushed her blonde locks behind her ear, shaking the mane slightly as her eyes drifted towards the Locker room, with a raised brow once again, before looking back to the Professor.