Through Heaven and Hell

Author's note: Contains dickgirl on femboy. Fairly vanilla, other than said femboy receiving a rimjob. Second chapter will be a lot more extreme.

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Scarlet sighed heavily as she looked through the surveillance footage. With a tired finger scrolling past several pages of nothingness, just students going about their day, she was about to call it quits and hit the sack. Out of necessity this had become her daily routine, and it was driving her crazy.

It was truly unfortunate that the college she had fought so hard to make a reality was suffering from these kinds of problems. Most students were in their twenties for christ's sake. How could something so juvenile as bullying still be a thing? You'd think people were here for one thing and one thing only, to study. Especially considering that it was one of the most expensive schools in the country. Why were some students willing to risk throwing it all away?

As the owner and dean, Scarlet had taken the liberty to secretly install hidden surveillance cameras all over the campus, in classrooms, auditoriums, outside the dormitories... pretty much anywhere imaginable except for bathrooms. All in the name of catching so much as a glimpse of the supposed bullying that had been reported from both students and parents. But each time she went through the footage there was nothing even close to what had been reported. Sometimes there were things that caught her eye, but they usually turned out to be nothing more than playful shoves or students engaging in questionable games. Nothing that could be called bullying, really.

Perhaps all the reports had been fabricated. For what reason, Scarlet couldn't even begin to imagine. Greedy parents attempting extortion? Bickering students trying to screw each other over? Who knows.

But then, something finally stood out, after a good fifteen minutes of non-stop scrolling. From a camera at the end of a long corridor, just outside one of the women's bathrooms. A small girl trapped in the very corner of the building by two other girls, one of whom was a thin asian girl with long black hair, who held the small girl's equally long, golden-brown hair in a tight grip, pulling her head to the side. The other one, a chubby girl with a blonde ponytail, took the opportunity to deliver a hard slap to her face, sending her big, round glasses flying onto the floor.

There was no audio, but the two girls seemed to erupt in laughter, before the asian girl suddenly punched the small brunette square in the stomach, folding the poor girl over as she clutched her abdomen in pain. And then, as if they hadn't done enough, the chubby one leaned over the girl's head and spit in her hair, while her friend watched and laughed.

The small girl was still leaning over, her entire body quivering, presumably from crying. The two bullies had finally had enough, as they suddenly turned around to leave, both of them with shit-eating grins on their face. While they casually strolled out of view, the girl remained in the corner, still leaning over in pain, her pretty hair hanging in front of her face, obscuring it.

Scarlet couldn't believe her eyes. Was this really happening? Inher school?! This was outrageous! Never in a million years could she have imagined that the bullying she had heard about could be something of this magnitude. And they werelaughing about it! Those snot-nosed little fuckers!

Finally, the decision to put up cameras had paid off. Not only had she caught them in the act, she had gotten a good view of the bullies' faces as they walked away. Now it was only a matter of bringing them to justice, a thought that almost brought a sadistic sense of satisfaction to the otherwise kind and compassionate Scarlet. Anyone who sullied the reputation of her school through such despicable behaviour was not worthy of sympathy in her eyes.

But satisfying as it surely would be to punish them, even she knew that it wasn't the top priority. The well-being of the victim was always the most important thing in these kinds of situations. Up until this point bullying had never really been an issue at her school, so she didn't really have a protocol when it came to dealing with it, but she was damn well going to do it on her own. She had given everything to make this place a reality, and if someone on school grounds was suffering due to her negligence it was her duty to set it right.

Just as she was starting to wonder who the small girl might be, she thought she'd finally get the answer as she watched what happened next. After reaching for her glasses, the girl stood up and on shaky legs began slowly walking back down the hallway in the direction of where the camera was located, giving Scarlet a view of her face, although just barely, due to her hair that still covered most of it. Unfortunately she didn't recognize her, but she did have the names of every student listed in a register along with photos of their faces.

She could barely contain herself as she hurriedly began searching the registry folder on her computer, burning with curiosity to find out who the poor thing was. From subject to subject, class to class, she scrolled through the list, quickly becoming frustrated with the time it took to find the elusive girl. But then, she finally came across a photo that matched what little she had observed of her in the surveillance footage. The same round glasses, the straight, brown, glowing hair hanging down either side of her face like a hood, as if she was trying to hide behind it, only barely showing her facial features. But it was unmistakably her. She went on to read her name, absent-mindedly letting it escape her lips.

"Daniel Stevens..." ... Wait,what?

She did a double take, her eyes carefully scanning the letters, wondering if she had accidentally read another student's name. But no, the name written under the "girl's" photo was definitely that of a male.

Shocked, Scarlet clicked the photo, enlarging it so that it covered the entire screen. She ran her gaze all over the boy's face, scanning it like she had scanned his name, in disbelief of how what she was looking at was actually a male. Long hair, fair, smooth skin, full eyelashes and brows, a modest, rounded jawline and pink, luscious lips. Her eyes locked on to his, the crystal blue color in them not unlike Scarlet's own ones. There was a slight creasing in the boy's forehead and a tilt in his eyebrows in what seemed like a brooding facial expression, as if the timid little thing was camera-shy.

Needless to say, he was gorgeous. And while it was shameful to feel that way about her own student, Scarlet couldn't deny that he was just her type. She couldn't take her eyes off him, that cute, nervous look on his face practically begging for someone to hold him tight and tell him that everything would be alright.

But anything of that sort would have to wait. Right now, there was something else on Scarlet's mind. Something that resulted in a certain "swelling". Biting her lip, she glanced down at her crotch, cursing herself internally at the indecent thoughts she was having, but finding it impossible to make herself stop what she was about to do.

She sighed as she looked back at the pretty face on her screen, while her fingers eagerly moved to unzip her fly.

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The murmuring of students could be heard throughout the hallway along with the clacking of high heels. Heads were turning, the boys' in awe and the girls' in jealousy. Such was the case whenever Scarlet wandered the school. The students couldn't help but stare at her, at the tall, curvaceous woman in her early thirties, her ample chest pushed out as she walked, her chin up, her sauntering causing her thick buttocks to move mesmerizingly within her black pencil skirt.

Everyone felt small in her presence, partly due to thick body and her height of well over six feet, but mainly because of the sheer confidence she constantly oozed, and understandably so. She knew she was a beauty, with a body and face that seemed to have been meticulously crafted by God himself. High cheekbones, a thin, shapely nose, eyes that looked like they would glow in the dark, and plump lips that always appeared to have a slight smirk on them.

Her fair skin rivaled that of Snow White, but Scarlet's face had the added beauty of freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose. Down her back, all the way to her waist, her curly, bright, ginger hair flowed like fire, dancing from side to side with each step she took.

Everything about her screamed femininity, from her body and face to her clothing. Her red high heels went perfectly with her hair, and paired with the black suit jacket she wore along with her skirt, the color combination gave her a somehow intimidating look. Dark, yet fiery.

None of the students ever dared to speak to her, which, while understandable, often caused Scarlet to feel somewhat frustrated. There was a plethora of cute students attending her school, most of them young and in good shape. And honestly? The thought of them lined up and bent over as she had her way with each and every one of them was something that crossed her mind more often than she would ever admit to. Hell, if one of them had so much as came up and asked for a piece of her, she would gladly have given it to them. Even if that "piece" was something different from what they had in mind.

After having been ogled by what felt like every student in the entire school, Scarlet finally arrived at her destination. As she swung open the door and took a step inside, the teacher standing in front of the class, a fat, middle-aged man, went from looking annoyed at the interruption to pleasantly surprised at seeing the beautiful dean standing in the doorway.

"Sorry for the interruption," Scarlet said, her tone as friendly as always.

"No worries, miss!" the fat man beamed, a faint blushing appearing on his scruffy cheeks. "What brings you here?"

Scarlet's eyes scanned over the crowd of students sitting in the auditorium. "I need a word with Mr. Daniel Stevens. Is he present?" A short silence followed from the rest of the class as Scarlet continued to look for the boy, until she saw one of the students slowly raising their hand in the corner of her eye. She turned her gaze over at whoever it was, and sure enough, albeit barely visible, as if hiding behind the person in front of him, there he was. Small and timid looking, with those thick glasses and that gorgeous, glowing hair covering a large portion of his cute face.

"Umm... I'm here..." he mumbled softly, barely looking up as he spoke. The silence from the rest of the class was deafening. Some of the students looked at him, clearly wondering what business the dean might have with someone like him, most likely resulting in the boy feeling even more uneasy.

"I'd like to talk to you in my office if you don't mind." She smiled warmly as she spoke, her voice sweet and tender, and truth be told it wasn't even on purpose. It was just the effect the boy had on her, rendering her unable to hide her excitement of getting to meet him.

After a moment of hesitation, the boy silently stood up and made his way down the aisle, his body language exuding insecurity. His eyes fixed on the floor, his shoulders raised, and one of his hands clutching the opposite arm. He hurriedly walked down the steps, while the other students stared at him and mumbled amongst each other. They of course assumed that he was in trouble. Why else would the dean be involved, right?

Scarlet held the door open for him, maintaining her smile as she tried to make eye contact with him, but he remained shy. He walked past her without saying a word, into the hallway and away from the stares of his classmates. Scarlet casually waved to the fat teacher as she closed the door behind her, while he just gave her an awkward smile in response.

As she turned around to look at Daniel, he was still nervously looking down at the floor, with a troubled expression on his face. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Scarlet assured him.

"Umm... okay..."

"Just follow me, alright?" she said, smiling brightly at him as she began walking down the corridor, receiving a nervous nod in response.

Their trip was spent mostly in silence, much to the discomfort of the fragile Daniel who kept thinking that he had done something wrong, despite Scarlet stating otherwise. As she walked slightly ahead of him, she made sure to shamelessly sway her hips as seductively as she could, hoping that he would be staring as much as any of the other male students would have in the same scenario. Although from what little she knew about him, that seemed unlikely.

The students wandering the corridors, specifically the male ones, stared daggers at the girly boy following the beautiful woman, jealous over the special attention despite being ignorant as to why he was in that situation. Seeing Scarlet interact with a student in any shape or form was rare, let alone someone as insignificant as him.

When they reached her office, she could barely hide her excitement as she swung the door open and ushered Daniel inside. "After you," she said, indicating for him to enter with her open palm.

The boy gave her a nervous glance, to which she just responded with a cryptic smile on her pretty, red painted lips. He audibly gulped as he slowly walked past her, still in the dark about why he was here. Being invited to the dean's office without any prior notice was unheard of as far as he knew, and without the knowledge of what to expect he was close to breaking out in tears. He heard the door close behind him, while he just stood there, quivering, his pulse quickening and his every breath a struggle to keep under control.

Scarlet stayed at the door for a moment, eyeing Daniel from behind, taking in his entire being. As harsh as it may sound, it was no wonder he was getting bullied. Not only did he have the body and face of a girl, but also the fashion sense of one. A white t-shirt that was almost slightly see-through, hugging his body tightly, bringing out his thin waistline and slim, rounded shoulders. While his overall build was quite skinny, he did have some decent curvature in his hips, made all the more delicious-looking due to the short shorts that barely contained them, and showed off those pretty, slender legs of his. It was in moments like these that Scarlet was happy about her decision to not establish a dress code at her school.

"Have a seat," she said, her tone upbeat, as if trying to dissipate the tension she knew that the little boy was experiencing. Instead of indicating towards the chair in front of her desk, like she normally would when initiating a one on one meeting with someone in her office, she instead pointed at the small couch directly to the left of the entrance, barely wide enough to seat two people.

Daniel looked at her for a moment, growing ever so slightly more relaxed for every second he spent in the beautiful woman's presence. She did seem to mean well, and to his knowledge he had done nothing wrong, so perhaps it was best to just get it over with, whatever it was. He quickly made his way over to the couch and sat down, his hands nervously gripping his thighs, but his eyes finally lingering on the dean's face, indicating to her that he was more at ease than a moment before.

Scarlet followed suit, sitting down right next to Daniel, a bit too close for comfort perhaps, but a shy little thing like him could stand to get more used to female contact. Well, that was one of her reasons. The other one being getting to see his cute, blushing expression as their thighs rubbed together.God, he was so adorable.

"Is everything alright, Daniel?" she inquired, tilting her head as if speaking to a child, making an effort to appear as gentle and caring as possible.

Daniel looked at her in silence for a moment, finally getting an idea of what she might want to talk about. "W-what?" he squeaked, his adorable voice brimming with innocence. "What do you mean?"

"Here at school, I mean. Is everyone treating you okay?"

Instantly, Daniel's mind filled with images of his two bullies, like he was being forced to relive everything they had done to him during his time at school. But still, realizing that the dean most likely knew about his situation came as both a surprise and a relief. He turned away from her, processing how to respond. Should he deny it, in an attempt to appear strong and independent? He was an adult after all. But could he really bear this any longer? Perhaps it was best to open up about it, to finally get some comfort at the hands of someone who actually cared. Not that he knew the dean personally, but she did at the very least seem to have a kind heart. And God knows those kinds of people are few and far in between, at least in Daniel's experience.

Staring at his twiddling thumbs he opened his mouth to speak, although at first he didn't manage to produce any sound, his throat drying up while he searched for the courage to spill the truth. "Well..." he mumbled coarsely after sitting quiet for a while. "Not everyone, I guess..."

"Those girls... what's their problem?"

Surprised at how much Scarlet seemed to know, Daniel turned to look at her, noticing the distinct concern in her facial expression, something that was extremely rare on the usually confident, almost smug woman. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead as he once again failed to speak up, debating in his head whether or not it was a good idea to rat the girls out. If they were to find out, the bullying would surely get worse. Unless the dean had some plan to prevent it of course, but he still wasn't sure to what degree she truly cared.

"I'm... not sure if I'm ready to talk about it..." he said meekly, once again turning away from Scarlet's analyzing stare.

"I won't force you," she replied without skipping a beat. "But I want you to feel safe here at my school, you know. And I think it's important that these kinds of things are dealt with immediately."

"... Well, it's not like talking to me will make them stop."

"I know, Daniel," Scarlet said in a hushed, kind tone, making sure to tread carefully with every word she said as to not discourage the boy from speaking up. "But it's important for me to hear your side of this. I'll be talking to them too, you know. Besides..." Gently, she wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and lowered her face so that it was level with his, while her left hand gently grabbed his chin and turned his face towards hers. Staring deep into his pretty, bright-blue eyes, past the round glasses and brown strands of hair hanging in front of his face, she couldn't help but notice the little droplets forming in his tear ducts. "I care about you. It hurts me to see you get treated like this, it really does. I don't want you to ever feel unsafe here."

Daniel stared right back at her as he listened to her speaking, her words soft and soothing, like the song of an angel. They were so close to each other. Scarlet's fresh, minty breath washed over him, cooling down his flushed face, as if she was blowing on his wounds, somehow managing to make him feel more at ease than he had felt with anyone else. Try as he might to be strong, to keep his emotions in check, there was no denying the lump in his throat, or the tears threatening to flow freely down his reddened cheeks.

"So please..." Scarlet continued. "Talk to me, and let me do what I can to help you."

Breaking eye-contact, Daniel looked away from Scarlet, swallowing hard in an attempt to hold back his urge to cry. "They..." he began, followed by a sniffle. "I'm... I'm..."

"It's okay." Scarlet tightened her grip around the boy's shoulder and held him firmly against herself, hoping that the intimacy would help him calm down, but knowing deep down that it was mostly an excuse to touch him. There was little muscle mass to speak of around his shoulder area, but damn if his smooth, soft skin didn't feel good to hold onto regardless. "Take your time. There's no need to rush." Slowly, she began rubbing Daniel's shoulders up and down in what was like a light massage, soothing his grief while also sating her own twisted desire.