The Path to Power Pt. 02

This story follows immediately on from Part 1, commencing the morning after that nights' events.

Valerie sat in the dining hall with her friends Laura and Susan, and it was obvious that something was amiss right from the start. Instead of her usual, and almost invariably poisonous, comments about their fellow diners, Valerie sat in silence grinding her teeth. It was a bad habit from childhood that she had never shed, even her usually perfect and pristine hair was, by her high standards, a mess.

"What's got into her" Laura teased.

Susan adding "Into her is probably right".

Valerie responded by glaring in a fashion that froze them to the spot, their heads went down and breakfast was completed in nun like silence.

If Valerie was horrified by the events of the night before it was as nothing to Brendan's reaction, "What on earth had happened" he thought to himself, "What had he become", "Where had that come from". He tried to tell himself it was all her fault, she had started it and led him on, but feared that the police would be visiting his room at any moment to cart him off to prison, what would they do to him there he feared and wondered.

He must forget all about her he decided, life lay in his studies, it was where he drew his inspiration and lifeblood and it was to that he must return. He would avoid Val at all costs, she was what his mother had warned him about - the sort of no good hussy who went chasing after smart young gentleman like him, a bad girl, a bad influence. Still, though he couldn't help remembering back to her screaming as he had ploughed into her soft, wet .. stop it, stop it, that sort of thing led to no good.

As classes restarted Brendan was his usual timely self, though this time it was hiding in the cubicles in the gents until the lecture had started, dashing in, face to the floor, grabbing a seat on the front bench, and high tailing it as soon as the lecture was over, straight back to the gents. He would wait until a full hour had passed in the evening before leaving the halls, being locked in on more than one occasion, and when he did make it out he would study in his room in total blackness. There was a certain purity to this he thought and began to imagine himself as a cross between a samurai and early Christian martyr monk, St Augustine meets Bruce Lee if you would, it was a highly appealing notion.

Hated it though she had, Valerie began to realise that time was running against her, their first major essay was due in in four weeks time, she knew she had to score very, very highly in these to give herself a shot at the job. Baughton, Masters and Schofield and the first step on the ladder to true power awaited and this bunch of tin pot academics would not stand in her path, there was no choice she would have to seduce "Bren" again and this time do it properly.

In the meanwhile she comforted herself by getting appalling drunk and writing an anonymous note to the local newspaper accusing Professor Griffin - the department specialist in Statistical Maths for Economics - of improperly approaching female students. It was enough to get him suspended for two weeks, but no more.

But Valerie had other problems, where the hell was "Bren" going, last in and first out of every lecture and disappearing like the Scarlet Pimpernel's inbred, geek cousin, not answering her knocks to his door at night, bloody hell she wasn't wearing underwear like that for warmth or comfort. It was time to find out, midway through a lecture she left early and waited by the main hall door to see him do his disappearing act, so that's where he went, and that's how she would catch him.

The following day she waited until the lecture started, like a spider waiting in its web, hiding to just one side of the door, and as he dash for it, out she stepped. He was so focused on his own shoe laces that he barely saw her until it was too late, and then it was too late.

"Hi Bren" she piped up, "Where have you been", not giving him the chance to answer, or even think, she continued "I loved our time together, you remember. No man has ever been able to handle me like that before, you were so ... dominant".

She fluttered he eyelids before adding "I had no idea I was so submissive before you manhandled me, I'm begging to be your bitch again, pleeeease".

Brendan couldn't answer, in his body, brain and groin were going head to head in a civil war for his body and soul.

Valerie fanned the flames "I want you, I need you soo badly", " I want you to fuck me again, fuck me hard and make me scream, this time get that dick of yours inside me and make me beg for it again".

Brendan's eyes were like saucers, Valerie knew she was getting the upper hand, as she always did.

"Imagine me, stark naked, tied to your bed, totally vulnerable, pleading for mercy". She glanced down and knew she had won, "Tonight at 11 then" she said and walked off.

Brendan stood there, he was till standing there as the hall began to empty, busying himself and dashing to the cubicles once again.

Brendan sat and waited and waited , the metaphorical sword of Damocles dangling above his head, maybe she wouldn't come, maybe it had just been a bad dream, maybe it would be different this time, but when the knock came on the door at 11 he knew it wouldn't be so. Valerie strutted in, her blouse unbuttoned to reveal the same deep red satin bra that she had the first night, he already knew the knickers would match.

She pushed him down into the threadbare armchair and stood in front of him kicking off her heels, though her 5'8'' frame still made her seem tall even without them, next came the unbuttoning and disposal of the blouse and dropping the skirt to reveal her lush red knickers.

"What a bad girl I am coming to see you like this" she added, putting one foot next to Brendan's elbow, unclipping and unravelling the stocking from her right leg, followed by the left. She lowered herself onto his crotch unclipping her bra "I think I need to be punished.... really, really badly", grinding her crotch to his she swivelled round, stood up and bent over, slowly pulling down her knickers to reveal that magnificent ass, then turning to face him, her blonde neatly trimmed bush came into view.

Huskily she said "I have a very special present for you tonight" and she opened the hand bag she had brought with her, in it were six lengths of silk and a video camera.

"Are you man enough to do this to me, to really make me your bitch, to have me at your mercy and make me beg and plead" she taunted.

Brendan had tried, god knew had had, but at this point Dr Jekyll gave way to Mr Hyde and he burst from the chair with an animalistic roar, grabbing her by the throat and throwing her face down on the bed , spreading her arms out perpendicular to her body and tying her elbows to the bed frame so that she had to hold up her head over the edge of the bed.

He grabbed her flailing leg and pushed it up so that her knee was at the same height as her waist, tying both knee and ankle to one side of the bed frame and repeated the same trick on the other leg. "Now I have you" he announced triumphantly "And you'll do exactly what I tell" you. Grabbing the video camera he stood in front of her.

"Hold your head up and tell the world what a bad little bitch you are" Valerie lifted her head and stared into the camera as Brendan removed his clothing. "Well, come on Val, let's hear what you have to say for yourself".

"I'm a nasty little whore" Valerie sneered, "A vicious little bitch, who'll..." her words were cut off as Brendan forced his cock into her mouth.

"Enough" he announced, "You'll suck what I give you to suck and you won't stop till I say".

Grabbing her head from behind he began to mouth fuck her, Valerie's protests coming out as vowel-less garbled nonsense. Think! she had to think, had to get evidence for the blackmail for it all to be worthwhile, he couldn't cum in her mouth she had to stop him. Brendan had no such cares or awareness, driving himself deep into her throat, causing her mouth to slobber and her eyes to run. He stepped closer and drove still deeper, leading Val to try to jerk her head back but she was held fast by the ties and his hands.

"Take it you slobbering bitch, take it all" he announced speeding up his thrusts.

Faster and faster he went, Valerie desperately trying to protest, until he screamed at her "You'll swallow it and like it", before pinching her nose shut with one hand and driving her head onto his cock with the other.

She was choking, asphyxiating, swallow, she had to swallow and get air in around the corners of her mouth, valiantly she tried to prevent herself swallowing but she couldn't and drank deeply. As Brendan's dick deflated in her mouth she managed to breathe again and prevented herself passing out, she had to get him hard again before he came down. She looked up pleading with her eyes, but his were closed in post-orgasmic ecstasy, so she began to bob her head fanatically on his cock, taking her tongue along the length of his dick and around the head like a woman possessed.

Brendan's eyes opened to see her staring up at him as she worked his cock, he smiled at her predicament and enjoyed himself, before pulling out. "Put it in me, fuck me senseless and cum inside me, make me yours" she added and he was on her in a flash, shoving a pillow under her stomach to tilt her ass upward, without any sense of subtlety he slammed into her pussy causing Valerie's head to twist upward.

"That's how I like it", "Handle me like a real man, show me whose the boss and whose the bitch".

Intoxicated, Brendan sped up his thrusts, then something caught his eye, just above the pussy he was so enjoyably ravishing was her little puckered hole, could he, would he, should he? It was time to find out.

Dropping his thrusts slightly he wet his index finger and pushed it towards her anus, Valerie sensed what was about to happen, that part of her anatomy was strictly reserved for business class, not some two-bit geek like" Bren".

"No, Bren, please I don't like that" she said, but the tip of his finger went in and slid deeper "No!" she ordered, but now he was at knuckle depth, slowly her anus began to give and in it went "Noooooooo!" she screamed, but he wasn't listening, now it was time for more.

His middle finger joined the index finger at the entrance to her anus and this time she twisted and screamed "If you do that I'll scream the fucking place down, you'll love it being raped in the showers in prison you fucking bastard".

Momentarily stunned, Brendan relented but in fury began spanking her ass, raising his hand above his head and smashing it down on to her upturned ass cheeks. At first she gritted her teeth and tried to be silent but as the blows increased she began to take each with an audible grunt, then screams for mercy.

"Back to the kitchen for you, you fucking bitch" Brendan screamed as he put both his hands below her chin and pulled back as he came inside her again and again before collapsing on top of the stunned Valerie.

They lay there, naked, sweat soaked and exhausted for over half an hour before Brendan got up, and let her loose from her bindings. "Get your clothes and get out, I never want to see you again"

Valerie, head down, meekly began to dress, her stockings, knickers, bra, skirt, blouse and heels were put on in humiliated silence, but all the while she was scanning the room. Suddenly she leapt, cobra like, for the forgotten video camera, as Brendan went for it too, she elbowed him off balance kicking his ankles away from him so he landed in a mess on the floor.

She stood over him, one heel planted just below his ribcage, "Move and I'll run you through fuckstick" she announced.

"Here's how it is, when I get back to my room I'm gonna squeeze all your cum out of my cunt into my knickers, if you don't do everything I ask between now and exam time I'll go straight to the cops, that and this tape will see you down for rape and assault. You'll get 10 years, I doubt you'll survive one, Do you understand me" she roared.

The stunned Brendan could not even comprehend the question "I said do you understand me" she roared again booting him in the balls.

"I understand, I understand" he cried.

"Right then you're going to write my essays, they'll be put under my door two weeks before each deadline, and they will be perfect, anything below 90% and you can kiss your ass goodbye. And NEVER call me Val again, or even talk to me".

She stormed out leaving the naked Brendan on the floor, not even bothering to close the door.

To be continued ....