Perfect Little Angels. A name for an all-girl school were they were taught, wore uniforms with proper length measured skirts and buttoned up shirts. They had rules, strict ones in place, and some followed, and others broke them. That was where M. Bison, the new Headmaster came in. One by one she was calling in bad girls and when they left her
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So when the summons came down from the new headmaster, she sighed, not really surprised.
She made her way to the office after her last class as the request demanded. Checking her watch, she discovered she was actually a little early. Deciding that might be a mark in her favor, she knocked on the door to announce her presence.
[ooc: Non-con is fine--especially if Bison disagrees with her opinion about the uniform :D. Here are her prefs. You can do whatever you like with (and to) her and as often as you want.]
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Her head snapped up and her eyes grew wide. She didn't like the word "interrogate". It made her sound like a criminal, even though he was only going to ask her questions. Still, she shook her head. She just couldn't do that--not to them or the school--and he'd grow tired of her refusals to answer anyway. Although, she seriously needed to learn when to shut up--or learn to carry a gag that she could shove into her own mouth with her.
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Bison rises to his feet, looking down at Sheena as he makes his way around the desk. Coming up behind her, Bison pulls the chair she's in back just a little, his hands at her shoulders. From there they slide down, effectively tugging down her top and freeing her breasts--of which he catches mid-bounce to give a gentle, cupping squeeze to.
"I'm glad you decided to go this route."
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She could hear him moving about, her body tensing in reflex as he stood behind her. She couldn't see him, but she could sense him there. Even so, she was surprised when the chair moved and his hands placed on her shoulders. But that was nothing compared to her shock when he suddenly freed her breasts, cupping them in his large hands.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned her head sharply. "What-? What's going on?!"
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Smirking, Bison leans in and kisses Sheena, his tongue strong and able to part the girl's lips well as he kisses her deeply, tongue moving and trapping her own, pressing against it, brushing over it.
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"My--" her words are cut off and any further verbal protests are muffled as his tongue invades her mouth. All thoughts of covering herself take a back seat as she pushes her hands against his massive chest, trying to get him off her.
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"Your interrogation." He repeats, a hand grabbing hold of one of Sheena's ankles to make sure she doesn't try to slide off of the table.
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There was no respect in her voice or answer as she responded, beginning to scoot across the desk. "Like hell it is!" She cried out in dismay when he caught her ankle in a firm grip, halting her progress. Shaking that leg in an effort to free it, she demanded, "Let me go!"
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So he pulls her until she's within range, and then reaches out to give her a sharp backhand with his large, free hand. "It already has begun."
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They only stop when he strikes her, and her head snaps back from the force of the blow. She reaches up to touch her cheek before turning to glare at him. There's more anger and shock than fear in her eyes as she gazes at him; she's not going to give in that easily. "Let me go, now, or I swear I'll scream my head off," she threatens, not even considering he might gag her instead of doing what she wants. After all, she's not known as a 'Banshee' for nothing.
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"That...That's not true!" she cries, knowing her voice would carry to the hall regardless of what she's saying. "No one has that power!" she declares, renewing her struggles against his physical strength.
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Now be still, or--" Bison pauses to hold up his free hand, clenching it into a fist as a strange looking energy surrounds it briefly. "--you'll quickly find out how this feels."
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She's about to point that out to him when her eye catches that glow. Having felt his slap, she's more concerned with the fist under it. Her struggles don't exactly cease, but she does slow them down to a tug. "Please, let me go. I won't say anything. I promise." She's good at keeping her mouth shut.
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