Chapter Three Outside her office however it was back to the vanilla facade of Ms. Rose. High heels click as the makes her way down the busy halls. Her traditional morning walk through gave the students a chance to interact with their head master, some that was rare at other boarding schools. However, Valerie truly did take a vested interested in her students. Some more than others. Making her way through the halls the Watson twins matching blond manes catch her eyes. The brats move through the halls as if they own them. What she wouldn't give to see those two cunts on the end of her cock. However, though they aren't beyond reproach as students' having them as toys was strictly out of the question. Too many pieces would have to be moved off the table. That's how it worked. High profile cases got a pass, but innocent little orphans like Roxy with no one to miss them, well they got all the attention they could ever want. "Did you rat on us you little bitch?" The sharp words from Clair Watson bring Valerie back to attention. She scans the halls looking for their origin. "Well did you?" Jane snaps, giving away their location. The swiftness that she displays as she makes a beeline for the voices of the every troublesome twins sends students splitting to either side of the hallway leaving a clear path to the bathroom door. She enters silently taking a quick evaluation as the Watsons' have the significantly smaller Roxanne trapped in the far corner of the bathroom. "If you ratted us out my dad will-" Jane's thought is cut short when she is viciously pulled away from Roxanne by a handful of hair. "You two have clearly lost mind," Valerie says bending the necks of the two bullies back. Wrapping her hands in their longs strands then turning them both around and marches them to the adjacent wall. "Lets set some ground rules, you do not talk to Roxanne, you do not bully Roxanne, and if anyone in this school so much as lays a finger on her I will hold you two personally responsible, make you both take thirty lashes in front of your class and then expel you!" She brings her hands together knocking their empty heads together. "Do we have an understanding?" Stammering words of agreement are all they manage to say before being escorted out by their hair. As Valerie returns a shocked Roxanne stares on, "go on sweetie, get to class." Val says softly with a reassuring smile. It takes Roxanne a moment to react, her mouth hanging open with amazement; she shakes herself back to the moment and gathers herself. "Yes Miss," she hastily replies as she presses her glasses back up the bridge of her nose still trying to wrap her head around what she just saw. Most people don't even notice her much less stand up for her. The hint of a smile plays across her lips as she exits. Val places her hands on the sink her nails digging into the porcelain, some days the self control required not to grab some of these girls and force her way inside them was actually physically painful. Her cock had just begin to press against her skirt, she took the time to compose herself before making her way back out to the hall. Concluding her daily walk through the halls she makes her way outside, the campus was always quiet early in the morning. As she stepped onto the quad from the front of the administration building she inhaled the fresh air, how invigorating. She makes her way toward her favorite building on campus. With the construction complete of the humanities building over two years ago, the smaller, significantly older and now vacant DeWall Humanities Building sits idle save for one very small crew of trusted workers. Men Val has known for years. She double-checks her surroundings, with class in session; only the odd groundskeeper is spotted here and there. Everyone is usually busy this time of day. Pulling her master key from her bra she slides inside locking the door behind her. Making her way toward the basement the sounds of construction get louder and louder, when she petitioned to have this building renovated instead of torn down knowing that it would take about 4-5 years for this project to come back on the books; this is what she had in mind. 1,500 sq feet, renovated with a holding cell, bedroom, small kitchen area, bathroom and of course a playroom. This is quickly becoming the perfect place to keep little miss Cho for her training. She took the liberty during the summer of having two small corridors added to the basement, one leading to her residence about 300 yards due north and another leading back to campus. Making for easy access when she needed it. "Bruce?" She asks peering her head around a corner. "How are things coming along?" A large man in a hard hat diverts his attention from the light fixture, looking down from his ladder and smiles at Val, "certainly is Val." He says before finishing locking the florescent bulb in place and then carefully making his way down the ladder. "We're just about finished actually." Wiping his brow and then his hands with an old bandana he pulls from his back pocket as he motions for Val to follow him around the small living quarters. "First, just like you asked, all the doors have remote locks that you'll be able to access with your phone. Next, the soundproofing is done and all your cameras are installed." He makes his way to the bedroom, pulling from his pocket a list reading from it. "Bedroom: one twin bed, steel frame, exposed overhead supports, once dresser, two way mirror, closet with in ground drainage, white carpet and pink walls." He turns back to Val, "this good?" He asks. Val fights the smile that is showing through despite her best efforts. She nods her eyes taking it all in. They make their way back through the only door in the room into the living quarters. "Living space:" he says again reading from his list, "mini fridge, sink, tile floor, one tall back chair. We good here too?" Val nods again her smile growing bigger. "And the last room?" she asks. "Well the last room was expensive," he says as they make their way from the small living area to a concrete floor. The feel of the last room was much different. The lighting was dim, and the floor cold. The walls had exposed metal loops sticking out ever 3 feet, another metal loop into the poured concrete floor and another in the ceiling." However as soon as Val walks in she cant take her eyes off the closet in the far corner of the room. Walking over to it she opens the door revealing a multitude of whips, ropes, suspensions, chains, dildos, buckets and many other items that she knows will make Roxy into her perfect slut. "It's perfect," Val says with a smile closing the door.