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Chancellor Gets Boned

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The pursuit of power is pointless unless you know how
to use it   

The look the Chancellor gave me was filled with hate

alright, but it was awash in a desperate sexual hunger too.

"You goddamn bastard," she huffed through clenched

teeth. My response was to switch finger slamming her, instead rolling her
rather large clit between my forefinger and thumb gently.

"Gak," she choked out.

"You can get on top and ride me," I promised her

softly. "You an even tie my hands up with the sash of my robe."

"On your back, damn you," Melrose snarled

ferociously. As I fell back, she ripped my bathrobe sash off so fast it yanked
me off the bed.

My ass had no sooner hit the bed again when Bazz pulled my

robe open and straddled me. She pulled my arms together and bound my wrists
with frightening proficiency.

"Not your first time at the rodeo?" I joked. She

slapped me across the face; not so hard to break my skin but enough to make me
have to rework my jaw to get it set again.

"Shut up, Braxton," she gloated over me, "I'm

going to treat you like the piece of trash that you are. You are going to
regret ever thinking you belonged here." Mel rose up on her knees,
maneuvered her hand onto my cock, and aimed it at her cunt lips.

"Oh," she gasped as her sex blossomed and let my

cockhead in. She slowly began shifting down my cock with ecstatic pleasure
written all over her face.

"It feels pretty good," I started to say. I was

going to finish with 'doesn't it?' but she cut me off.

"Shut up!" she seethed. "You exist solely for

my pleasure. I don't need to hear your juvenile stumbling at sexual
banter." This wasn't the time to start a fight; that would come later.
Doctor Bazz kept wiggling her ass down my shaft.

She was so lost in her own fulfillment that she almost

forgot about me. I grunted when she planted herself down particularly hard as
she was humping me. Melrose looked down at me. With one hand she struck
snake-like at my throat, squeezing my windpipe shut.

"You are just a child," she taunted me wickedly,

but then her whole tone changed to a creepy, appreciative voice, "a
pretty, pretty child."

Okay, I want a psychopath. I want a selfish bitch with no

issues beyond insensitivity. I do not want a woman in her forties telling me
I'm "a pretty, pretty child." That's just wrong, and that's coming
from a guy who screws just about anything that moves.

"Is this how you screw those sluts?" she moaned.

"Is this how you pack Heaven's tight little ass? Does she scream for
you?" Wait; did she call Heaven a 'she'? That's progress!

I choked out a non-response. I was getting enough air to

breath but not enough vocal freedom to talk, and I had a feeling this was on
purpose.

"You don't need to answer that," she chuckled

eerily. "I've heard reports of their sad little cries as they squirted all
over you. You love it when you break their wills to you and this, oh, God, big
cock, don't you?"

The Chancellor leaned forward, her bra-covered breasts

dangling tantalizingly close to my mouth, and rolled her hips so that her clit
rubbed against my cock.

"You hammer them, hammer them, and hammer them some

more until their tight little bodies can't even crawl out of your bed. And you
wanted to hammer me with this huge cock of yours; you wanted to make me sweat,
make me cry out your name, you wanted to wreck me," she sneered.

I reached up with my bound hands and lifted her grip off my

throat.

"Actually, I'm done. I want you out of my room," I

growled back. Melrose's breast heaved and she glared down at me, angry but
uncertain.

"I was hoping there would be something intriguing about

you but seriously, you are just, mediocre. Hell, Heaven is more of a woman than
you are and that's kind of pathetic.

I wasn't denigrating Heaven, who I cared about, but was

using Doctor Bazz's prejudice against the bitch.

"How dare you?" she muttered. She hadn't stopped

humping me yet.

"Get some plastic, a broom handle, I don't care, but

get the hell off of me, you evil witch," I insisted. As a counterpoint to
that, I began to thrust my cock deeper into her womb.

"Ugh, ugh, no," she gasped. "You don't, tell

me what, to do." Mel had now positioned her clit so that it received
maximum impact with my pelvic bone. I flipped us over; even with her
resistance, I was too strong for her. I pushed my bound hands down on her
sternum, the fear of sexual frustration written large over her face and burning
forth from her eyes.

"I want Heaven back," I demanded.

"Never," she growled. I began to withdraw my cock

from her cunt. She whimpered and tried to hold me to her body by grabbing my
shoulders in each hand.

"Get off me," I insisted. "Get off of me. If

you want some piece of meat between your thighs, go to an over-forties bar and
pick up some Momma's Boy who will pop in less than fifteen seconds, then grovel
at your feet for an hour like a worm.

"It would be better than an immature punk like

you," she struggled to insult me and my performance. I took three long
strokes inside her, flexing my cock when it was at its deepest, thumping her
G-spot each time. I could see tears of pleasure in her eyes. I tried to pull
out the fourth time but she hooked her legs behind me and held my shoulders
tight.

"No," she persisted. "I am going to use you

until I'm satisfied."

Instead of wrestling with her, I pulled her up so that my

hands cupped her ass, her arms remained around my shoulders, letting her kiss
me, and her thighs and calves were wrapped around my waist. I bounced her up
and down quickly, quickening her passion as each drop onto the fullness of my
rod brought her closer to orgasm.

"What?" she gasped, "Where are we, "

"Outside, so that your security can see us," I

explained evilly.

"No!" she squeaked.

"Heaven," I stated. She shook her head so I took

two more steps to the cutback exit in the screens.

"No, no," she insisted then as I took the next

step. "Fine," she said in defeat, but hating me for it.

"You can have her back for the short time she's still

here," she seethed. "The Board will support my decision and that will
be it for her, and probably the rest of you too."

"Don't be bitter, Mel," I teased. "You've

been good to me so I'm going to be good to you. How do you want it?"

She glared at me so I continued talking as I walked us back

to the bed.

"You want to be slammed from behind, don't you? It is

hard to get those girls you break down to do a convincing job of it, yet you
miss being treated like a slut," I verbally prodded her. She'd gone over
too fast to face down and ass sticking out for someone who didn't crave it.

I gently lowered us down to the bed while keeping eye

contact.

"Take off your bra, then roll over on your hands and

knees right here on the edge of the bed. She was torn; she had hold of me at
the moment, but she really wanted to give me my grudge fuck. As she opened her
shirt, I dove into her cleavage, kissing and licking.

She purred hungrily even as she worked her shirt off and

then her bra. While keeping up my torture of her breasts, I hooked her thighs
with my hand and hiked up her legs until I had her splayed out, her knees
pushed halfway to her breasts. I dove down to her muff and ravaged her clitoris
and lips. Doctor Bazz squealed with surprise and pleasure.

Right as my vaginal attention got to be too much for her, I

yanked her ass over the edge, bent her farther over, and returned to chewing on
her nipples. If she was upset that I wasn't immediately fucking her, she was
doing a good job of hiding it. The next time I dove on her cunt, I kept my
fingers on her engorged nipples, teasing to the point pleasure and pain
collided.

I tore up her cunt with a total disregard to patience and

sensitivity. The Chancellor squealed, squirmed, and thrust against me without
inhibition until she growled loud enough to bring any guards, had they been
close enough. She hit her second spasm when I rushed one hand down to her twat
and began to jackhammer two fingers inside her cunt, unrelentingly driving her
eruption from crest to crest.

When her eyes rolled back in her head, I released her, but

only to move to my next stage. I'd promised her a good hard fucking after all.
I took Melrose's hips and repositioned her so that she was face down, her knees
on the edge of the bed and her legs dangling over. I knelt between her thighs
and began licking her from clit to anus.

A few passes into it, I sucked several of my fingers on one

hand until they were really slick while working her cunt over with my other
hand. I think she was a bit surprised when I pressed my first finger against
her anus. As her sphincter gave way, Doctor Bazz finally spoke up.

"Don't you dare," she moaned sensually.

"Don't do this?" I teased her, as I sunk another

half-inch into her rectum.

"Oh, God, yes," she groaned like a wanton whore. I

wiggled in a little farther; Melrose gasped and shook her big ass in my face. I
pulled the finger, she whimpered in need, and I went back to assaulting her cunt
with my tongue and teeth.

"Put it back," she panted.

"If I put it back, I'll have to use two fingers,"

I informed her. Mel coughed in response. I obliged her quiet acquiescence by
teasing her anus once more.

"Ugh, bastard," she grunted. It started out angry

but transformed to sexual in mid-vocalization.

I worked my two fingers in slowly, I didn't want her to

scream and I'm basically not a sadist. I also ameliorated the pain by slipping
my cock back into her cunt seconds later. I developed a slow rhythm, picking up
the pace incrementally until she was really taken aback the moment I bottomed
out in her womb, tickled her cervix, and twisted my two fingers 180 degrees in
her anus.

"Oh, God," she moaned. I began fishing through a

list of affections until I found the one that bit - 'Gorgeous'. That word bit
into her psyche and I decided to use it.

"Oh, fuck, Gorgeous, you are so damn sexy," I

whispered to her. Melrose coughed, then growled. I took the moment to lean on
her back and cruelly grab a breast and begin to aggressively maul it.

"Oh, God, yes!" she exulted heavily. "You are

a filthy-minded, little, huge damn delinquent."

"And you finally got me to ream you good, didn't

you?" I responded.

"Play, play all you like," she groaned, "but I

know how to break you, now."

'Yes', I thought back, 'but I know you want something too.'

About this time I was pretty sure there was no possible way

I was getting away with this. I had fucking silk screen walls, for pity's sake.
Chancellor Bazz was equally sobbing and cursing into my sheets. One second she
was encouraging me to pound her harder, I obliged, and the next second she was
telling me how good it felt.

I will give her this much; the old bird had a lot of sexual

frustration to work out and I was her instrument. Having this game go on and on
certainly wasn't going to work so I had to figure out what I could do that I
wasn't already doing and what would turn her on. I didn't like my answer. I
reached down and took Melrose by the back of her head and pushed her face
deeper into the bed.

First she moaned louder and then her body started to tremble

as she thrust back harder. When the suffocation set in, she struggled to rise
but I was too strong and pressing her down with too much force. The Chancellor reached
back from her vulnerable position and tried to push me off and remove my hand
holding her head down.

She became more and more frantic, undoubtedly fuelled by her

own sense of rage upon the world and mirroring my own hatred of her as my
motivation. Her last explosion of air was a scream into the bed. A fear-fueled
orgasm overwhelmed her with her whole body going rigid, then lurching about.

Now that I'd gotten her off, I let go of her neck, going so

far as to grabbing her shoulder and pull her up for a desperate breath. I
withdrew my fingers from her ass and my cock from her flooded cunt. Melrose lay
boneless on the bed, dazed and incoherent. I put my fists on either side of her
shoulders and leaned over my tormentor and victim.

"You damn near killed me, you bastard," she moaned

heatedly.

"Was the orgasm worth it, knowing this might be the

last thing you feel in this life?" I whispered to her. "Don't answer
because your body told the story already. As much as you hate me, you loved
putting everything on the line like that."

"Shut up," she wheezed. "You know nothing,

Child."

"I know you are lying face-first, mostly naked, on my

bed, freshly fucked, covered in sweat, my cock resting on your open, inviting
ass with your legs spread wide for me, Doctor Bazz. I know I said that the next
time we met I was going to fuck you like I owned you, and I think I've done
that."

"I am, going to, break, all of your girl,

friends," Melrose ground out. "We will see who owns who when this is
over, Mr. Braxton," she gasped once she'd finally calmed down and she
could take an unlabored breath. As I slowly got off of her, she gave out one
last sigh.

"Remember your promise, Chancellor," I cautioned

her.

"I remember all kinds of things," she snapped

back. Doctor Bazz resumed a standing position but was polite enough not to kick
me when I helped her get her panties back on.

"Let's not do this again," I cautioned the

Chancellor. "If we do, I'm going to have to tie you up and abuse all three
of your holes all weekend long."

"The only 'next time' will be my last time using

you," she growled.

"You didn't let me finish, Mel. Next time, after I've

got you warmed up, I'm handing you over to Rio who, trust me, will be a lot
less compassionate than I am. Like you, she's got some anger issues to work
through," I grinned.

"Thank you for putting her back on my radar," she

sneered back sweetly.

"I'm not too worried, Mel," I replied. "You

are a pretty smart woman. You know that with Rio, the pain and risk of
permanent harm isn't just play. She'll be looking forward to making you beg for
your life."

The expectant smile she shot my way chilled the soul. God,

can't you give me some not-so-crazy women to deal with? For once, he gave me a
reply by way of a sudden insight: try not to solve every problem with my cock
and appreciate the sane women who do spend time with me. Doctor Bazz moved past
me so I gently stroked her ass.

"Done?" she snarled while looking straight ahead.

Her anger was betrayed by her hardening nipples.

"Yes. And I apologize, Chancellor. I was only thinking

about your arms bound behind your back while I pounded your cunt at the same
time as Rio slammed you from behind," I said softly.

She rotated her gaze to me, lust and hate warring across her

countenance.

"Every time we are alone together, Melrose," I

breathed into the side of her face as I rubbed a hand down from her stomach to
her crotch, "I am going to have to check out how wet you are." Her
hand flashed down and stopped my progress.

"Or would you rather I check you from behind?" I added

as I ran a hand down her rump.

"Fuck you," she sighed.

"Is that an invitation?" I teased. This was

killing me inside. "Just remember that next time, you are getting that
dildo rammed up your ass."

"Damn you," she seethed once more. "I have to

go before security suspects something." Like they didn't all know
precisely what had been going on? How dumb did she think they were?

Without another word she strode out of my bedroom into the

main area. "What have you found?" she questioned the guards.

Of course they had found nothing damning. They had to be

suspicious of all the TVs and computer stations without internet hook-ups but
no one mentioned a thing.

"This was a colossal waste of time," Melrose said

in an exaggerated display. "Let's go." Doctor Bazz led the way down
the stairs but stumbled on the first step.

The last guard in line smirked at me.

"Do you miss Dana much?" I inquired quietly.

"And how," she rolled her eyes. "Tonight was

a total bust. Anyone with half a brain knew you expected a raid tonight and
would have everything stashed somewhere else. All this overtime is good for my
paycheck but I'd kill for a good night's sleep."

"Oh, you are preaching to the choir, ma'am," I

chuckled, "preaching to the choir."

I went back to my room and lay down. Sleep did not come

easy. I knew that the Science Club's cameras had recorded the events of the
past half hour; I just had to figure out what to do with them, besides get
Heaven back.

Rolling Off the Bottom

I had grabbed a shower around 2:00 so I wasn't really

surprised that a dozen feet came running up my steps at 6:15. I was barely able
to prop myself up in the bed when Rio came storming in.

"What's up, dude?" she said as she plopped down.

"Planning to forgo cleanliness?"

"I showered earlier," I told them. Valerie, Iona,

Opal, Brandi and Barbie Lynn all came in and sat around me. Barbie Lynn was the
first to clue in that something was off.

"What's wrong, Honey?" she asked with concern.

"My room was raided last night," I answered. It

wasn't the total truth but I wasn't sure how I felt about my actions with the
Chancellor the night before, much less how my friends would take it.

"Well, you are still here so they didn't find anything,

so what is it?" Opal prodded.

"Ladies, can I keep this plan to myself?" I

requested.

"Of course," Iona responded. Sadly, she seemed to

be the only one who appeared ready to let the situation lie.

"Don't make us get all CSI on your ass," Rio

teased. "You know we'll eventually figure it out so you might as well tell
us." I studied her for a few seconds.

"I ass-raped the Chancellor in order to get Heaven

back," I told her in a dead-even tone. It was an empty joy to see that
most of them realized too late they really didn't want to know after all.

"What did she say?" Barbie Lynn came to my rescue.

"Are we getting Heaven back?"

"She promised me, and I have reason to believe she'll

actually honor it," I replied.

"Well, Rio finally kicked in, "How was she?"

"Why do you think I took a shower earlier?" I

pointed out. "I've never used sex that way and I pray it never happens
again."

"Don't beat yourself up over this," Brandi

consoled me. "You did say that being young means you get to do stupid
shit?" I don't recall using those exact words but still,

"I think we can agree to not talk about this outside of

this room," Opal added.

"So do you know of any Thai Sexual Cleansing ritual

that will help you get over last night?" Brandi grinned mischievously. I
chuckled.

"We'd love to help," Barbie Lynn chimed in.

"Thank you, ladies," I smiled, "but I think I

need to get my head on straight before diving back into the pleasurable side of
this school. I need to know if I did the right thing or not."

On that cheery note we all began to move toward the stairs and

out into the world. In the stairwell Valerie cornered me, put a hand on my
chest to impede my progress, and motioned to me that she had somethi

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