Life of a Dominant Futanari Week 5 Chapter 181/29: Blow up

I released another load into his ass with a sigh and quickly pulled out, releasing a bit of seed on his ass without much thought. Jake moaned, and his ass squirted a little bit of semen out as it started to leak down onto his balls. Instead of caring, I flipped him over and saw Jake naturally spread his trembling legs with semen drenching the cage.

Taking the key, I unlocked the cage and felt semen all over my fingers as I freed his cock from its bindings. His cock got hard as I freed it from its bindings, but I didn't care as I stood back up with the cage, and I walked over to the sink and washed the cage. I took my time before washing my hands, then put the cage back into my bag and quickly retrieved my body wash and shampoo. I walked away from the twitching and trembling sissy bitch on the floor.

I turned on the water and started to wash myself, feeling the heat permeate my body, and I sighed. The relief knowing that this was the last time that I would be dealing with Jake was a massive relief. My mind almost melted in relief in the shower.

Something about knowing that I was done with this cuck was extremely liberating, even more than the thought of cucking him tonight. Just knowing that next week he would be Daniel's problem and not mine was huge, and I felt like I took off all the weights I wore when working out and was smiling.

I heard someone stepping behind me, and I saw Jake, on trembling legs, enter another shower and clean himself up. I heard him whispering to himself, but I ignored it all as I finished, stretched, and sighed. I left the shower, moved back to my bag, and started to get dressed in fresh underwear and my backup school outfit and found it tight around my breasts. I would need to update my backup uniform as it was a little smaller than I needed.

It was from last year, and I knew my breasts had grown and were still growing. I hated how much excess fat my breasts were on my body, but I could never truly hate them. They made me look good, and my body was a temple that I was building, and the foundation told my breasts to grow. They would grow. It was just how things worked.

Putting on my chest weights, I put the weights for my arms and legs into my bag. I took my time and saw Jake come out of the shower and dry himself off before dressing. I took my time and watched him go as I could see him wanting to leave.

He unlocked the door and left under my eye, and I smiled as I watched him exit. I got up and followed him out a moment later and walked down the hall towards the classroom, my mind switching to the plan for tonight. I would have very little time to get everything ready, and I would need a car. I needed to get to Samantha's club, grab the equipment bring it to the tops. Place it and get it ready, tell the staff to give Tracy a card after picking up my own card, then head to the lawyer's office. I had no more than an hour to do that, along with texting Daniel about when to come around. I had to talk to Tracy and finalize things.

It was a tight schedule, and I would need to talk to Samantha at some point. I decided the best course of action was to contact Crystal to help give me a ride. I doubted she would decline as she would be happy I was getting rid of Jake because she knows I hate him.

Still, this was a reminder that I needed my own damn car. Maybe I can do something about that next week? I wondered if I could go with Crystal or someone to help me out and get it done. I really needed help with it because I didn't know what car to get or the brand or anything.  I barely cared for the car that my parents allowed me to drive. I didn't even know my needs with a car, although something that had space for me to transport things would be nice. Maybe an SUV?

A Truck was kind of unwieldy to me, and I didn't want something so big. I also didn't plan to be transporting things all over the place, so it wasn't needed for me. Crystal's car was something I thought would be in my area that I could use best. Big enough to store and carry things but not huge.

I reached the classroom and stepped in a while, thinking about what car would suit me best. Without thinking or looking around, I moved to sit down at my desk and put down my bag. I pulled out my phone and yawned a little when I saw a shadow cast over me, making me look up.

In my vision appeared Marcus, who called me a snitch earlier this week, and I couldn't help but be surprised that he was in front of me. "Wow," I said with genuine surprise, "A fucking piece of walking shit is in front of me. I cannot help but disclose my surprise."

Marcus's face instantly turned red, and his lips turned to a snarl, "Fuck you, Dick girl. I heard you a fucking snitched and got Stanley killed," He snarled out, looking for some reaction.

My anger was instant as I didn't kill the fucking moron by calling the cops. I probably saved another life when I did, as he continued to drive by while I was waiting to kick the fucking shit out of him. He couldn't even tell that he made it home when I called the police on him, probably making him lost from even finding his own fucking house. Without realizing it, that last thought was like releasing a load off my mind, and I stood, putting down my phone and glaring at Marcus.

"You know what, Marcus," I said; my anger has easily been shown off to the world. "Stanley died because he was underage drinking. If I called the police, let me inform you that I said IF YOU FUCKING MORON. IF!" I emphasized the word, "I was the one who called the police, then I should be fucking rewarded and not dealing with your fucking moronic ass. We are all lucky he didn't drive into someone's home and fucking murder them. OR you know, HIT ANOTHER FUCKING CAR AND MURDER A FAMILY COMING HOME OR SOMETHING!" I yelled in his face, and Marcus stepped back, surprised, "Here you are calling me a snitch, thinking I am some fucking easy target to bully. Well, Guess what, Moron." I stepped out from my desk and peered into his eyes, showing my height advantage to him, "I will kick the fucking shit out of you without issue. I can do it in front of witnesses, and we can even make it a fucking event for all I care. I know a gym where we can do it in a boxing ring and will allow me to fuck you up so hard that you will cry home to Mommy every time you think about walking in front of me." A snarl on my lips was apparent, and Marcus opened his mouth as he tried to find some rebuttal just as the bell rang. No more students seemed to enter as the class was full.

"Come on, Marcus!" I shouted at him, "You going to fight me or cower away and try to bully me and call me a Snitch with no evidence behind you? I am sure that I can find a lawyer for the second," I finished, and silence reigned in the classroom until the teacher entered.

The teacher walked in and could see Marcus cowering from me while I had an angry expression standing in the middle of the classroom. "Angela, Marcus!" The teacher shouted, "What the hell is going on?" She demanded.

"Marcus here was calling me a snitch again and wanted to do something about it," I told her, my voice barely level as I couldn't take another thing this week. I was on the verge of just kicking the shit out of Marcus here and now instead of doing things properly. "When I said that even if I was the one who called the police on Stanley, I should be rewarded. Marcus didn't seem happy with that," I said with a little bit of an unprovable lie. "I asked if he thought I was an easy target to bully then because he clearly thought calling me Dick girl instead of my name wouldn't piss me off. I asked if he wanted to make an event of me kicking the ever-living fuck out of him inside a gym. You know, Teacher. An area with a boxing ring and gloves with medical personnel so we cannot truly hurt each other." I looked at Marcus, and he looked like he wanted to refute but didn't know how, "Instead, this fucking pussy backed off and cowered right here waiting for you."

My words left the classroom quiet, and the Teacher sighed, "Marcus, What do you have to say?" The teacher asked.

"I- I-" Marcus stumbled over his words, "I-" He took a deep breath, "Angela said that Stanley deserved to die!" He suddenly accused.

"That is not what she said," Sarah jumped in.

"FUCK OFF, SARAH!" Marcus snapped.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP MARCUS! You fucking coward," I snapped, "Either tell the truth, or else,."

"SHE IS THREATENING ME!" Marcus shouted.

"BOTH OF YOU TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE NOW!" The teacher demanded.

"Fine, Pussy. Follow me; I will make sure you show up, Peacefully or Kicking and screaming like the cowardice bitch you are." I snapped.

"ANGELA!" The Teacher demanded.

"Let's Go," I snapped, grabbed my bag, and walked to the door.

Marcus stood looking dumb, and the Teacher beckoned him, "Both of you, I will take you both," The teacher snapped, and soon we were both walking down the hallway. My anger was incandescent as we walked. Silence reigned between the three of us, and before long, we were at the principal's office with the teacher showing us in.

She instantly walked to the door and knocked, and I heard a voice telling us to come in. I was surprised that the secretary wasn't there and the teacher just knocked. A moment later, we were in front of Principal Black, and he looked confused as the teacher pointed at a chair in front of the Principal. "Marcus, sit there, and Angela," She said, pointing at the other chair, "Sit there; you both will talk to Mr. Black about why you were shouting at each other this morning." The teacher finished, and Mr. Black looked less confused. "Sorry, Mr. Black, I need to get back to my class," The teacher finished and departed a moment later.

"Easy," I said, looking at the principal. I moved, sat down, looked right into the eye of the principal, and began without waiting for Marcus, "I will say this once, so please listen. I am fucking done with this asshole, and I have enough shit on my plate to deal with his stupidity." I said, much to the Principal's surprise. "I was sitting at my desk I always sat at since School started this year," I said and noticed Marcus sitting beside me. "I was about to text a friend about giving me a ride after school. When I noticed that there was a shadow, so I noticed someone was standing above me and looking down at me. When I looked up," I said, turning to Marcus, who was looking at me, pissed. "This fucking waste of space was standing there and called me a Snitch. No idea where he got that rumor, but even if I did, then I would be proud that I called the police on Stanley for drinking and driving. Fucking friend of yours, Marcus?" I asked, leaning forward, "He was a piece of shit that could have murdered someone with a car like that," I finished.

Marcus jumped from his seat finally, and it seemed I hit something in him that brought his fight back. "Fuck you, Dick girl!" He snapped, "STANLEY WAS A GREAT FRIEND AND BETTER THAN YOU WILL EVER BE! YOU FUCKING CALLED THE COPS, AND I FUCKING KNOW IT BECAUSE MY SISTER LOOKED UP THE FUCKING LOGS, CUNT, AND FOUND A NAME REGISTERED TO A FUCKING ANGELA BROWN!" He screamed in my face.

Both the principal and I were surprised.  My Mind stuttered, not even knowing that operators could do that. Then my smile started to grow, and the Principal looked shocked at me. "Angela," he said, getting up as I found myself standing in front of Marcus so close that we were almost kissing.

"Oh, your sister is a cop or someone who works with them and gave you the logs," My voice came out even, and I didn't feel like I knew who was talking. "Told you that I called the cops on you?"

"Angela Brown!" Principal Black yelled, and I started to laugh.

"Your sister was right, you know, Marcus," I said through my even-toned laughter, "You know what is funny, though?" I asked.

"FUCK YOU! Stop laughing at me!" Marcus demanded.

"I did call the cops on your friend, Stanley," I said, my voice talking without my conscious input, "I called the cops when I noticed a car that I didn't know was Stanley's pass Stanley's house. Saw them driving all over the floor, obviously drunk and ready to kill someone. I called the cops, and I don't regret it. I am glad that the stupid fuck only killed himself," I felt my laughter and my tone instantly cool. "That is right, Marcus, You cowardly cunt; what are you going to do about it?"

The words were out there, and Marcus looked pissed to all heaven. I could see his eyes go bloodshot and tears roll down his eyes. "HE WAS MY FRIEND, YOU CUNT! YOU UGLY BITCH!" He screamed, "YOU KILLED HIM!" He shouted, and suddenly his fist was coming for my face.

I couldn't help but laugh as my hand intercepted it and pulled it toward me, bringing him off balance. It was like everything was so slow yet so fast as I twisted my body, hitting the chair out of the way as I heard someone yelling. I brought Marcus down onto the floor, and my knee pressed against his spine as I pulled his arm up into the air.

"WHAT NOW, MARCUS! YOU CANT DO SHIT TO ME, YOU LITTLE FUCKING BITCH!" I Yelled at him.

"ANGELA, STOP!" Principal Black demanded.

My head snapped up, and I saw Principal Black back off a step as I stared at him. "I am done, Principal Black. I am fucking done, He attacked me, and I defended myself with reasonable force. I have asked to be left alone from him multiple times, and I even said that if he wanted to fight me like he so clearly did, there was a healthy way to do so at a Gym with a boxing mat and medical care nearby if needed. I am fucking done being called Dick girl and other bullshit from people that do not know me!" I felt my fury, "I have dealt with it for fucking years, and I WARNED HIM! This shit," I said, pulling his arm more, making Marcus cry out as he tried to fight me off of him, "IS BECAUSE HIS SISTER FUCKING OUTED ME FOR MAKING A NINE ONE ONE CALL TO SAVE LIVES! DO YOU THINK I AM THE PERPETRATOR OR VICTIM HERE!" I screamed, my voice cracking as my emotions took control.

I couldn't take it anymore; I needed a break and had so much going on. I just wanted to attend school in peace. I wanted to go to volleyball in peace and maybe start running on the field team in peace. Play with Sarah, Alex, Tracy, and Kyle in fucking peace. Yet here this kid is attacking me for his dead friend that killed himself breaking the law.

Principal Black stood there, and instead of saying anything more, he sat back at his desk and picked up the phone. "Hello, Can I get a police officer dispatched to my school, please? I have a student that attacked another." He paused for a moment. He looked at me, "Are you pressing charges?" Principal Black asked.

"Yes," I snapped, and Marcus went still.

"Don't, Please don't," Marcus suddenly said and didn't even look down at him.

"Yes, The student is pressing charges," The Principal said, his voice sounding sad, "they are both over eighteen, I believe," He said. "How long?" He asked. After a brief pause, he nodded, "I will see you in five," Principal Black finished.

Principal Black put down the phone and looked at me while I held Marcus in place. "Ms. Brown," Principal Black said slowly, "I know you are angry right now, but can you let go of Marcus Delude?" He asked.

"No," I snapped, "I will not compromise on my safety at this moment," I said, my anger apparent, "I will not be attacked anymore."

"That is understood, Ms. Brown, But I think Marcus here understands that he cannot fight you," Principal Black said, his tone oddly calming.

I snarled, and I looked down at the now-crying Marcus under me. My anger wanted me to continue to pin him, but I decided to stand and take a step back after letting him go. "Fine," I snapped at the principal, and he nodded.

"Marcus, You have landed yourself in serious trouble." Principal Black said slowly, "Including your sister," He said, and Marcus was crying now.

"She attacked me!" He complained loudly.

"You attacked her, and she has the right to defend herself, Marcus," Principal Black said, "Truly, it was a mistake on your teacher's part to bring you both in here at the same time." He said slowly, "I will be sure to bring that up with her at a later time, but Marcus, you need to shut up and sit down in that chair as I tell you some very serious advice." Principal Black then looked at me, "Ms. Brown, please leave the office for a moment. I would like to speak with Mr. Delude in a more private setting. Do not worry, I will be a witness along with the camera in my room," He said, pointing at a CCTV camera up in the corner that you couldn't see when coming in. "No one ever reads the sign behind the secretaries desk saying everything is recorded." He said sadly.

I nodded and stepped out.

My anger was at its maximum, and I felt my chest heaving up and down as the anger hit me in waves. Who the fuck did he think he was? Who the fuck was his Sister, and was she allowed to look at those records?

Thoughts entered my head and left like fleeting thoughts, and before I knew it, two officers in black entered. "Hello," The first officer said. "Where is the principal," He asked.

The officer was a young-looking black man who looked at me with intelligent eyes, and I pointed behind me to the Principal's door. "Thank you, miss," He said and pointed at the door before an older-looking white man entered and walked to the Principal's door and entered. "May I have your Name?" He asked.

"Angela Brown," I snapped, not meaning to.

The black cop raised his eyebrows but took out a notebook and looked at me. "What happened?" He asked calmly.

"I was attacked by the other student and defended myself, pinning him to the ground. Principal Black said there was footage in his office, and you can see Marcus, The dumbass who attacked me, Threw the first punch, and me defending myself. We were here because Marcus was accusing me of being a snitch." I finished my tone slowly, losing the edge as I talked to the cop. "I would like to press charges, although I am not entirely sure for what," I finished.

"Okay, Can you tell me anything else?" He asked.

"No, I think you should look at the footage, and if there is a recording, you can listen to that. I am sure it would be very enlightening." I said, my anger, although less heated, still there.

"Okay," he said, "I am Constable James, reg number fourteen twenty-seven. Please contact me if you wish to press charges." James said slowly, and I nodded.

A minute later, the white cop came out with Marcus in cuffs. Marcus kept his mouth shut and glared at me as the cop walked him out. "Happy now Cunt?" He asked just as he was taken out of the secretaries office.

I snarled at him, and James stood in front of me. His large back protected me from seeing Marcus out of the office in cuffs. "FUCK YOU, MARCUS! I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE, ASSHOLE!" I yelled back, feeling my fury release.

The cop looked surprised at me before turning back to me, "Are you okay?" The Constable asked.

"No, I fucking am not," I snapped at him, "I am fucking tired and pissed off and want to be left alone from all these fucking kids calling me dick girl," I told him harshly.

"If you don't mind me asking, please stop me if it is inappropriate," Constable James said, "But why are they calling you Dick Girl?" He asked, curiosity in his tone.

I rolled my eyes, and with my temper at the max, I just lifted my Skirt and showed the officer my cock filled panties, much to his surprise. "Because I am a futanari, Intersex, Constable James. I have a fully functioning cock and pussy," I snapped before letting my skirt fall, "And Yes, I have spoken to a doctor; my womb is fully viable to get pregnant and bring a child to term."

Constable James took a step back, and I could see his surprise when Principal Black came out, "Angela, Constable, Do you mind coming into the office," he said.

I stalked into the room with the Constable following me in. "Constable, Angela, What has happened here is a shame, and Marcus was out of line. I would also like to bring up that his Sister apparently looked up the records of the person who called on a Drunk Driver, which happens to be Angela here, Constable, and told her little brother, Marcus the boy just escorted which resulted in the fight." Principal Black notified the Constable.

"Do you have evidence of that, and I mean more than hearsay?" Constable James asked.

"Constable James, Angela," He said, turning to me, "I record all conversations with students and CCTV in this room. I keep it for about thirty days and tend to save important things. I have the entire conversation on CCTV and recorded it." He said, "I can provide a copy to you in about thirty minutes once I have finished downloading it. Does that work for you?" He asked the constable.

"That works for me," Constable James said before turning to me. "Angela, Please calm down. May I suggest taking a day off?" He framed it as a question, but Principal Black nodded.

"That is an excellent Idea, Angela. You are extremely angry, and I don't think it would be a good idea to be in classes with your current," Principal Black paused for several moments before finishing, "Your current state of mind. Take a day off, hang out, or go for a run. Please give the officer some contact information, and you can press charges later today if you wish." Principal Black finished.

Silence reigned in the office, and I stood up, regained my bag, which found its way to the corner, and nodded. "You are right; I should take a day to myself. Bye," My voice was clipped, and I didn't care. I walked out of the room and heard a sigh of relief as I closed the door.

I knew this wasn't all done, and I would have to continue dealing with it. I need to talk to my lawyer and get a recommendation sooner rather than later. I could afford for someone else to deal with it, so I may as well.

I took a straight path to the exit of the school, picked up my phone, and called the one person I wanted to talk to. "Angela? Mistress?" I heard Crystal say over the phone, her voice sleepy, "Aren't you in class?" She asked, her voice curious yet still sleepy.

"Something came up, and I was told to take the day off. I have shit to do, but I want to see you and blow off some steam. I need to rant, and I want my Minx. You available?" I asked.

"For you, I am," Crystal replied instantly. "Do you need me to pick you up?" She asked.

"No, I need the walk; I will be there soon," I didn't have the patience at this moment and hung up before starting my walk to her place. I looked forward to seeing her but was also angry to high heaven. I needed to relax and couldn't think of a better place to do so. But, First, I would walk a little of the anger off.