Hand of the queen

For the next week or so, I eased up on Gina. There where a couple of reasons for it. For starters with her brother Tom at home and Susan in her class, there was enough torment for her already. Any further prodding might seriously affect her mental health, and I still needed her to fulfill her role as queen. I even told Susan to go easy on her.

I also wanted her mind to be completely focused on her inevitable weight gain. There was no question that Gina valued her body above anything else, and to witness it being slowly destroyed like this. Well, I can imagine how it would feel. To make things just a little more awful for here we started to have daily weight sessions. With me losing weight quickly thanks to my exercise and her gaining weight even quicker we rapidly approached the same weight.

There was however also a more mundane reason. In my role as hand of the queen i was suddenly put in charge of the most powerful faction of the school. And that surprisingly meant a lot of work. Beyond Gina's and Marel's faction, the other major power was hold by Queen Lauren, the number three of our school.

Being the weakest of the big three, Lauren mostly contend herself with being a bystander, waiting for Gina and Marel to take each other out. However, due to my sudden rise to power no less then five people of Gina's faction switched over to Lauren, putting us into a rather precarious position.

In short, I had to prove myself and that unfortunately included the rather distasteful means with which Gina held her iron grip on the school.

Bullying.

“Hu hu hu, we have a live one here!”

Cutie was tossed inside the Girls locker room.

“Now, what are we going to do with you?”

“N-no please leave me alone.”

I watched the scene unfold from a bit of a distance.

“Cutie” was a slender, short boy who had the misfortune of having natural blond hair. He also had an absurdly timid personality. Now, its very rare for “Royal magnificent” to go after boys. But Cutie was an exception for obvious reasons.

“Hey Marcie!” one of his three tormentors called to me. “Wanna play too?”

Of course as a bully victim myself I absolutely despise this. Unfortunately for Cutie, I had to prove my worth in front of the girls.

Also he really earned that nickname.

With a cool and collected smile I joined my subordinates and mustered the boy. “What did he do?”

“Looking way too cute for a boy.”

I gave him a little giggle, which i'm sure did wonders for his self esteem. “He does, does he?”

I slowly got closer and whispered into his ear. “I know how this feels, obey me without question and this won't end too bad for you, ok?”

Cutie looked at me, mouth wide open and blushing like a red tomato.

I smiled and moved back a bit. “Say, Cutie, if you had to kiss one of us, which would you choose?”

Somehow Cutie managed to get even redder.

“You better answer, if you know whats good for you”

“Y-you”, he stammered, much to the delight of my cronies.

This was of course perfectly within my calculations.

“Nice”, I replied. “Where do you want to kiss me?”

“O-on the cheek.”

“Really? You want to kiss my ass?”

By that point the girls where in stitches while Cutie desperately tried to correct himself.

“Say, you want to be my personal asslicker?”

“I-I” He stammered. “Ah...”

“You have two choices here. Become my personal asslicker or we strip you naked and leave you as a present for the volleyball club.” I actually want to have good relations with them anyway, so that would work for me.

“N-no!” he looked at me In fear. “I want it! I want to be your personal asslicker!”

The Girls hollered at that while I showed Cutie a smug grin. “Well, well! I take you up on that offer. Congratulations, from now on you are my personal asslicker.”

“And now, strip, huehuehuehue!”

I gave the girl who spoke that line a devastating glare. “...Sophie right?”

“Actually i'm Susan.”

“That name is already taken. Anyway, Sophie. Did you recall what i just offered this gentleman here?”

“Uh...”

“You are smart girl, I think you can figure it out.”

“We would strip him or he would become your personal ass ****.”

“Very good. Now, which did he choose?”

“T-to become your ass ****.”

“Exactly. Now why in blazes would you then tell him to strip? Are you trying to undermine my authority?”

“N-no, Marcie.”

“Good, I would hate to report you to Gina. Now get out,all of you. I need to give my newly acquired **** some instructions.”

Once the girls closed the door I took Cutie by the hand and sat him down at a bank with a reassuring smile. “See, that wasn't so bad now was it?”

From the way he was blushing he didn't seem to agree. “D-do I have to lick your...”

“No....you don't have to.” I quickly interjected. “I am however about to make you an offer that would be in your best interest to accept.”

Cutie looked at me expectantly and more then a bit scared.

“I'd like you to become my ****.”

“Y-your ****?”

“It's not as bad as it sounds. I expect you to obey me of course, but for the most part you will be free to do what you want. In exchange you will come under my protection. Nobody will dare to bully you anymore.”

“B-but i'm already Gina's s-****.”

Ha?

That was unexpected.

“I didn't know that.” I replied. “But the girls didn't seem to have any apprehension pounding on you.”

“Yes.” Cutie looked down. “I don't think Gina cares about me anymore. I still follow her orders, tough.”

“Orders?” I raised a brow. “What orders?”

That produced a fresh coat of blush on Cuties face “I...rather not...it's very embarrassing..”

Sweetie, that was just about the worst thing to say. “Tell me.”

Cutie took a deep breath. “Well...for once I am only allowed to wear tighty-whities.”

Oh wow.

“You mean white underpants...”

“Y-yes according to Gina I am only allowed to call them tighty-whities.”

I had to stifle a giggle..”So you mean right now...” N-no...don't laugh...the poor boy....

“Yes.”

I suddenly remembered that I had a role to fulfill. I mean as a Hand of Queen Gina I can't get too soft on this boy now, can I? So i totally have to do this right now. “Show me.”

“Huh?”

“You can't tell me something like that and not expect me to take a look.”

“B-but it' is embarrassing.”

I forgot how annoying things can be when people aren't **** to obey you at a moments notice.

“Suit yourself.” I turned towards the door. “But don't expect any help from me from this day onwards.”

“N-no!” Cutie stood up..”I show you...i show you.”

I have to admit, this was somewhat exciting for me. I already experienced this feeling with Gina, but here was someone who didn't deserve it. It did something to me, to put it bluntly. Of course I had no intention of really bullying the boy. I was not like Gina after all, this was just having a little fun.

With quite the trepidation Cutie unbuckled his pants and let them fall down. His shirt covered them mostly, but these where definitely white underpants.

“Hold your shirt up a bit”, I commanded, now fully in powertrip mode.

Cutie obeyed and exposed his underpants completely.

“Hm...nice.” I said with a smile. “I can see why Gina makes you wear those.” I am sure this wasn't the first time Cutie had to expose himself like this, still that didn't stop him from blushing profusely. “May I pull my pants up? The Volleyball club will soon be here.”

“Relax, we still have five more minutes”, I said while studying his exposed lower half. Despite wearing rather tight underpants the bulge he had was...tiny. Definitely not someone blessed in that department. I also noticed something else. “Your legs are very smooth.”

This somehow produced an ever bigger blush. “G-gina commanded me to shave.”

“S-shave? W-what exactly.”

“E-everything except my head.”

%$#%&%^&#@%&@%&!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had to turn away from Cutie. Calm down...Marcie..calm down....holy shit my glasses are fogging over.

“Umm...can I put my pants back on?”

“Yes” I said mustering all my willpower. “Anything else?”

“Y-yes, with tests, I am not allowed to score anything higher then a C-”

“What?” I whirled back around.

Up until now, I have to admit that while this was no doubt pretty awful for Cutie, I could appreciate the erotic appeal. But messing with his actual scholastic endeavors...suffice to say, as someone who takes studying very serious this pissed me off to no end. ”Since when?”

“Since six months ago...”

Well, isn't it nice that Gina always reminds us what a giant huge bitch she is?

“And what grades did you used to get?”

“Mostly A and B's”

“The order is revoked.” I said furious. “And make no mistake, Gina will pay for this.” I took a deep breath. “Is that it?”

“Mostly.” Cutie said. “There are some more minor orders, but I don't think Gina remembers them so I just stopped doing after a while.” He gave me a small smile.

I smiled back. “Good.”

“So..umm..” Cutie fidgeted. “Can you revoke the other two as well?”

“Well..” I crossed my arms. “You still haven't agreed to becoming my ****.”

“But you said you made Gina pay for this?”

Crap, I got too angry.

“You see....” I started fishing for an explanation. “This affects your future life. In this case you are liable for monetary compensation. You could sue Gina for this, but as her right hand it is in my best interest to settle this out of court. And just to be clear this has nothing to do with becoming my **** or not. You will be compensated for this.”

“So, you mean i'm getting money? uh..how much are we talking about here.”

“Well...you said six months and you usually average an A or B” I did a few quick calculations in my head. “I will of course need all the details, but I think we are looking at a couple thousand dollars here.”

Cutie's eyes bulged at that. “A-are you serious?”

“Of course. But anyway I would really like an answer in the **** question.”

“Y-yes!”, Cutie eagerly agreed. “I will become your ****.”

“Good boy”. I smiled and stroke his hair. “So..whats your real name?”

“Um...Frank..”

“Ugh..” I winced. “Yeah no deal, I stick with Cutie.”

This didn't seem to please Cutie and he pouted adorably. “Um...so about the other other orders...”

“Whoops” I said and got up. “Times up i'm afraid. The Volleyball club will be here soon.” I gave him a wink, “Don't worry we clear all the minor details next time.”