Believe her.

"I believe you Rose."

Tough, scrappy little Rose reaches out for you. The dark-haired schoolgirl is still red, bruised, and bleeding from her capture and ****. She gazes wide-eyed up at you. "Really, Mr. Doe?" Rose collapses against you, resting her dark curls on your shoulder, and wrapping her arms around you. "So you'll help me?"

You put your arms around the warm little schoolgirl and feel her tender bruised ribs through her torn uniform. Rose is strong, you can understand how she put up such a fight, and blinded her wrestling coach. "Yes, Rose, I'm going to help you. Call me John."

"Yes, John." Rose breaks down, sobbing into your shoulder, pressing against you, melting into your arms. "So you can get me out of here?"

"No Rose, your parents chose this school. They sent you ere for exactly this sort of education."

Rose pushes you away, her eyes suddenly flashing in anger. You manage to hold onto her, and keep her held close in your arms. She's strong, but she's really very small. "What! That's crazy! You have to help me call the police!"

You hide your smile and shake your head. "I'm sorry Rose, the school's policies are firm and explicit. No outside contact. Your parents knew this when they sent you here for education, care, and discipline."

"I already told you. I'll be your little fuck toy, if that's what you want. You, a man. I'm young, I'm horny, I want to get off as much as the next girl. I've heard the other girls talk about you. They say you're a great kisser, your cock is huge, and your cum tastes sweet. I'm so ready to fuck you, John you could do anything you want to me. But those bitches **** me! I don't want to be a dyke!"

"Rose, healthy bisexuality is an important part of your proper education, and we are going go give it to you."

"You said you'd help me!" Rose struggles, put you hold onto her.

"I will help you, Rose. I'll help you to like it. I'll help you to submit to the pleasure of a woman's touch. And to love the sweet taste of pussy. Come on."

You scoop Rose up and toss her over your shoulder again, holding her thighs in your strong hands. Feisty little Rose squirms against your shoulder, beating your back with her fists. "No! Where are you taking me!"