There was an incredibly long silence. For a second Ian lost track of time. His mind wandered impossibly off, speculating in a freewheeling associative style about all the things that lay ahead of the Inspectoress for the rest of the day. Insane but horribly plausible scenarios multiplied in his head. Anything could happen. Every single room was host to some depraved kinky spectacle, *all the time*. The whole school was an omnipresent miasma of debauch and perversion. Every classroom, every lesson, every single interaction featured teenage whores with massive porno tits and round bubblebutts asses getting railed like seasoned, can't-ever-get-enough nympho pornstar vixens, assfucked, facefucked, gangfucked, debased, splayed, perforated, penetrated, and plastered. And it never ended.
There was no room he could take his timid charge to where that *wouldn't* be going on. No door he couldn't open where Sanddy Sexxxton wasn't being spit roasted, no room where Diamond Gazongas hadn't coaxed a whole cohort of the boys into an impromptu bukkake session, no lesson where Robert Cummings wouldn't be laying pipe on any number of teen fuckdolls, where Adoria D'Annale wasn't taking it up the butt by three mutantly oversized horsecocks at the same time, where Titania Titts wasn't seeing how many blasts of spunk it would take to cover her mammoth melons in gleaming seed.
And it wasn't just the classrooms. Jesus christ on bike, the corridors themselves were ornamented with gold-plated dildos given away in award ceremonies and placed in glass cabinets, prize giving picture ceremonies looked like cum-splattered xxx orgies, *all* the headshot pictures of the female members of staff were sporting sticky facials (it wasn't that helpful actually, as generally, when Ian had dispensed them, their features were so obliterated it was difficult to tell them apart), while the male members were pictures of just that... male members. The cleaning staff looked like incredibly expensive streetwalkers, the *nurse* was... well, better leave that one alone for the moment. There was pornography festooned absolutely everywhere. And with the students dolled up like walking wet-dreams, things could come unstuck any second.
'The grounds...' Ian groped into the recesses of his mind to think what might be going on out there. Out of everywhere, he calculated it was the least likely to be contaminated. 'An excellent idea. Let's get out into the grounds.'
Yes. Good. Get Ginni outside. Get her outside.
His phone pinged.
'Excuse me.'
Grabbing it and holding it at an angle that would prevent Ginna from seeing his lock screen (Laura Hart taking a spectacular facial from his massive horse cock in high-definition, thousands of splatters of gleaming syrupy cum rebounding from the impact of a fat load directly between her eyes), his wallpaper (Diamond Gazongas taking a spectacular facial from his massive horse cock in high-definition, thousands of splatters of gleaming syrupy cum rebounding from the impact of a fat load directly between her eyes), or indeed any of the profile pictures of his whatsapp addressees (identical picture portraits), Ian glanced at his messages.
It was from Gina. Thank god *someone* around here was on the case.
Ian scrolled past the slew of indecent images Gina had sent him literally in the interim between depositing Ginna in his office literally ten minutes ago, which involved her performing an exciting double blowjob with two unidentified, huge-schlonged males, taking *both* massive meaty fuck spears into her mouth at the same time from opposite sides so that *both*her cheeks were obscenely bloated at the cocktips prodded out, and got to the words. It read:
'Stud. We got you on this. Take the slut out into the grounds for a walk. We are clearing a path for you. We're removing *everything* from the corridors and putting sheets down so it looks like we're redecorating, then we're going to clear as many classrooms as we can. I will give you a list as we go. Take her on the tour in the order I tell you. If you stick to the path, we'll get through this. Details to follow. DO NOT FUCK HER.'
There was a picture after this which featured Gina taking an incredibly messy double facial splattering and hefting her monstrous, tanned, spheroid boobs up, with Gina blowing a *huge* spunk bubble as a lace of syrupy genetic joy juice dripped from her chin. Both of the dicks were resting on her head.
'Ah good,' Ian said, 'everything's coming up roses.'
He looked at Ginni.
'Are you a fan of roses?'
Ginna looked nonplussed.
Ian put his phone in his pocket, managing to find just enough space to cram it in next to the enormous hog that was barely restrained by his trousers and bulging out monstrously. He kept the manilla batch file envelope in place. He knew he looked weird, but it would have to do. The only alternative was far weirder.
'The grounds. We have some excellent rosebushes. Excellent place to start. You may as well have the full tour, since you're here.'
Ginni smiled, 'that sounds delightful.'
Ian threw his hand to the door and gestured. Ginni turned and went ahead of him. Her ass was a pure peach. He shook his head. He would have to stop thinking like that. He clenched his teeth anxiously as she opened the door, but the corridor was mercifully clear.
Ian followed Ginni down the corridor and steered her left, through reception (the redoubtable Miss Benton, in a satin blouse, gave a nod to Ginni, and when she had walked past, a filthy hand-to-the-side-of-the-mouth-and-tongue-in-her-cheek blowjob sign to Ian), and out of the front doors to the school, out onto the colonnade, and down the steps. Veering left here, they walked on the gravel path along the front of the building.
Once he had Ginni outside, Ian was that little more relaxed.
'It's beautiful here,' Ginni said, looking around at all the square lawns, gravel paths and neatly tended rows of vegetables, herbs and flowers, fortunately unaware of the three male students stroking their massive, meaty, vascular cocks in the window about ten feet from the back of her head, shooting pumps of precum all over the windowpane. Ian saw the blonde fuckdoll Miss Campbell emerge, from behind the students, clip their ears, yank them away by their cocks and shoot an apologetic, if somewhat frazzled smile. Ian puffed his cheeks and let it out slowly. If Ginni was going to meet Miss Campbell later, she was going to have to change out of the black PVC bra, that was for sure.
'Well, it can be a little quiet around here,' Ian said, the window vacated of obscenity by the time Ginni turned to face him, 'but to be honest, that's how we like it.'
'Don't students require more... stimulation?' Ginni asked.
Ian reflected on this.
'We're all about the life of the mind,' he said finally, 'that's our ethos. Now. Here is the rose garden.'
Two minutes of looking at roses followed. It was agony. Two minutes down, thought Ian. He couldn't knock it. Hundreds more like it and he'd be home free.
'Let's take a look round the back,' Ian suggested.
Ian took Ginni the long way round, through as much dense foliage as was humanly possible, until the path converged with the tennis courts and sport fields. There was no-one here. It was still early in the school day, so the likelihood was that the students were in the changing rooms getting ready for the first lesson. They were unisex. Sometimes the students never made it onto the courts for the lesson, the physical activity all being performed in the changing rooms.
'Nice facilities,' Ginni said. Everything is so beautifully kept, and state of the art.'
Suddenly, the door to the changing rooms opened, about fifty yards away.
