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The remnants of a recently cleared encampment smoldered as Nemat Shafik, President of Columbia University, walked out in front of the campus' prized library. Only, she didn't look the part. Standing nude but for Israel flag pasties, an Israel thong, her glasses and cherished pearl necklace and earrings, she stood all but nude before rolling cameras ready to capture this momentous occasion. At 61, she wasn't exactly the same feast on the eyes as in her prime, but she still retained an exotic charm that now eclipsed any education and accolades earned across her career.

"Greetings, ladies and gents," she said in her posh British voice, its usual entrancing tone ignored to focus on her Egyptian curves. "As you might remember, I was brought before Congress in November last year to speak on allegations of antisemitism at Columbia. After much consultation, I'm very pleased to announce that not only have we removed all trace of anti-Israel sentiment on our campus, but we have committed wholly to showing our support for Israel - starting with this very event!"

Despite their smallness, her tits jiggled as she turned and let the cameras capture the Israel star bright and big tattooed on each of her ass cheeks. As scandalous as that sight may have been, she drew attention to two women in stocks getting wheeled out between pillars of the library building. Standing right in the middle, she turned back to face their watchers and the crowd vetted for this event at the bottom of these steps.

"As reparations to the terrible harm we've caused Israel's reputation, we have prepared this unique engagement with the two notorious women who joined me in those hearings but decided to resign rather than take orders from our political betters. First, we have Liz Magill, former President of the University of Pennsylvania. Then we have Claudine Gay, former President of Harvard."

Each struggled in their bonds, muffled by Israel ball gags, sporting their own types of pearl necklaces dripping from their necks. Unlike Nemat, their proportions had grown with some cheaply done surgeries that stretched the limits of their boobs and butts. Their squirming emphasized their new dimensions, breasts swinging under them for the viewing public.

"It's not enough simply to punish these terrorists," Nemat said. "We must allow our Israeli partners to get justice out of them. That is why we have invited one such woman, Neri Oxman, to mete it out."

She clapped, moving aside to let Neri take control of this scene.

For this special occasion, Neri donned a bizarre creation of her own making, 3D printed with green swirls over her chest. Her decision to wear it sans pants was, in her mind, an artistic one - her pussy fully covered by her massive amounts of pubic hair. With a grin and a wave, she took the microphone and began.

"Thanks slut. I could have done without all the vapid talk, but it was worth it for this wonderful opportunity."

Strutting closer to Claudine Gay, she squatted to take in 53 year old's dread. A little pinch to Claudine's engorged tit made the ex-president whimper, delighting Neri as she addressed her audience. "You may not have known this, but Claudine here got run out of Harvard not for antisemitism, but for plagiarism! Yeah, she had the audacity to talk about other works without quoting them. She claims they're common knowledge in her field, but that's just an excuse. As I've famously said, plagiarism is one of the great academic sins, it has the power to destroy a scholar and turn a lifetime's work to dust. Isn't that right, Claudie?"

Neri gave a loud hard smack to her victim's newly prodigious ass, making it wobble for the crowd. "And now she's trying to twerk too! You'd think she would have some shame. As I always say, taking something from one man and making it worse is plagiarism. She can't even do twerking right!"

She waved off screen. From behind a pillar arrived another woman, wearing a rendition of clothing modeled after the Alma Mater statue sitting right outside their library. With a laurel crown, holding a staff in one hand and draped in only the scarf of an academic gown, she stood behind Claudine Gay with her eyes darting around nervously. Her arrival brought Nemat back to the fore, bouncing her tits to regain attention.

"You might recognize the esteemed co-chair of our Board of Trustees, Claire Shipman. She testified at the same hearing as myself. Her background as a journalist means she cares immensely about matters of plagiarism aside from wanting to show her loyalty. She will carry out Claudine Gay's punishment on our behalf."

Claire wasted no time, shoving the bottom of her scepter into Claudine's twat and turning slowly. Behind her black glasses, Claire analyzed the sweat on Claudine's rear, some drool coming off her chin, and pulled up just enough to make Claudine jerk her tits into a sway for viewer delight. She would be at this for hours - a cog in a machine, while the show went on.

"Next we have Lezzie Lizzy," Neri said. "You'd think a woman with a law background would know better, but nope! She decided to cut and run too instead of doing what she was told. But since she's not as, uh, urban, we're gonna let her off with a lighter punishment. Strap her up!"

This time, a couple no name officers took on the duty. Showing a vibrator colored and designed to match Israel, they shoved the massive piece straight into her asshole and set it on max. Liz's bouncing as it whirred inside her made the next task a little tougher, as they wrapped gauze around it and her waist to keep it in place. The wrapping quickly became soaked but held firm.

"That just leaves one more."

Nemat sighed, then waited. She visibly gulped when Neri sidled up behind her and brought her fingers to the back of Nemat's thong. With a swift, rough yank, Neri wedgied the Columbia University president - bunching up the front of her thong until it dug into her visible cameltoe.

"Nemmy may be loyal," Neri said, "but she took too long to take the harshest action she could, so she needs a little punishing too. That's where I come in!"

After hanging Nemat up for a good minute, the thong broke her loose, spilling her onto the ground. Neri then proceeded to turn Nemat onto her back with her foot and press her heel squarely against her quim. Their spot of choice allowed Nemat to throw her head back, over the top step of the stairs, where everyone could watch her wince and gasp while her chest heaved. This would be one day that lived in infamy.