A few days later

Lauren was taking her sweet time.

She glanced at me angry in class one or two times, but of course I couldn't approach her myself. I had no idea what exactly Cow and Lindsey where up to either so I just had to play the waiting game.

If there was one silver lining here it was that Cow apparently didn't want to put me under too much stress in this critical phase, so her harassment was kept to a minimum. I have no doubt that it will return in full **** soon enough, but at least for these few days I got a bit of breathing room.

Which in essence meant plenty of time to let off steam.

“Lick”

Susan was eager to obey and sucked at my toes. I hadn't had a shower since Monday so this was no doubt doubly disgusting for her.

“Make sure its all clean, yes that's a good Cow.”

“Gina please...lets work together...” Susan pleaded between licks.

“Didn't I forbid you from talking? There is only one sound I want to hear from you.”

“Yes...mooooooo....” lick “moooooo”

I like to pretend Susan was Cow. Oh, the things I will do to her once I have regained control.

Susan made another attempt at a plea and this time I really shut her up

“It appears you still haven't realized your place, Cow.”

I wish I could hit her, I even pleaded with Cow to restore my ability to do so just for Susan, but she wanted none of it. “I abhor ****. You are free to punish Susan as you see fit, but should she come to any physical harm I will have you answer for it.”

Oh, Cow will really abhor **** when i'm trough with her!

“P-please Gina! You need me!”

“I need you alright, please open your mouth.”

Scared she did, I dropped my pants and panties and beckoned her closer.

There was something deeply pleasant of using Susan as my personal vibrator. She could technically refuse, after all there was no curse binding her. But she was so scared of me that she happily(well, not happily but you get my point) obliged. It really was amazing how quickly she caved.

Granted it was kinda gross, but it is doubly so for Susan. It also circumvented Cow's stupid masturbation order. Now I could fantasize as much as I want on how I will make Cow lick my clit just like that. The thought of it made me shudder with pleasure.

Of course I thought about using Susan for my own ends. Her being one of the few people who knew about my situation certainly makes her a tempting target. The problem is that Susan would betray me to Cow in a heartbeat. Now, in any case it's best not to think to hard about it until that order got removed.

Susan wasn't particulary skilled at that, but she still got me to climax. I let her lap up any remaining juices from my clit for good measure and called it a day.

Today was also the day when Lauren finally lost her patience and confronted me in class.

“What the hell is the meaning of this, Gina?”

“What is it now, Lauren?" Of course I started by feigning ignorance.

“My goons where attacked!”

“By who?”

“By your goons of course, you bitch!”

I allowed my visage to get just slightly concerned. “Who exactly? Give me names.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know! The attacker was dressed up like a monkey!”

I started to giggle. “Wait, what?”

“It was a monkey!” Lauren reaffirmed **** serious. “And that isn't funny! The Monkey even molested my girls with...with...”

“Yes?”

“A Banana!”

I tried my best to fake stifle my laughter. “Sounds like your girls had a fun time then. That's not really my style tough.”

“Don't screw with me! Vanessa come here for a sec.”

Vanessa slowly moved next to Lauren. She wasn't always that shy, but i suppose getting closely aquainted with a fruit does that to you. “Ah, our latest traitor”, I nodded. “So what of it?”

“Vanessa, tell your ex-bitch what happened.”

Vanessa trembled. “I-it was after practice yesterday, I stayed up late to clean up when suddenly a black shadow descended upon me. It started to strip me while screaming “Traitors deserve ****!” and “I want to fuck Gina with my Banana!”

Laying it on a little thick there, Lindsey. “I see.”

“And then..the Monkey took a banana and..and...”

Vanessa started sobbing, serves her right for betraying her rightful queen like that.

Lauren gently patted her shoulder. “It's ok. You did very well”, before addressing me again. “She isn't the only victim. Two other goons suffered the same fate. All describe a similar experience. How do you intend to compensate me for this?”

“Compensate?” I showed her a smile. “How about this? I will conduct a formal investigation. If it is true that this ridiculous assailant of yours was in fact one of my lackeys I happily hand her over to you.”

“Don't bullshit me!”

“That's my line!” I slammed my hand on the table. “If it's war you want you don't have to be so roundabout about it.”

Was I coming on too strong? For a moment it looked like Lauren would accept the challenge, but then she asked instead. “What do you mean?”

“That this was clearly a false flag attack to goad us into a war.”

“That's absurd!”

“What else could it be? I can tell you right away this wasn't Marel's doing. This isn't her style at all.”

I could see that this got her thinking. For a few moment she said nothing.

“What do you know about style?”, Lauren finally blurted out. “Just watch it, are we clear?”, and retreated back to her seat with Vanessa in tow.

Lindsey, who for once did not intervene, gave me an idiotic thumbs up.

I believe you can call this a full success.

Even Cow would admit so this evening. “That was done rather well.”

“Of course it was”, I said, swelling with pride. “If you mess this up, don't blame it on me.”

“That's quite insolent of you”, remarked Lindsey.

“I allow it. Good work needs to be rewarded.” Cow patted me head. I decided to allow it as well.

“That means you have to remove an order. And I want the one that forces me to send you mails about my plans removed.”

“I shall, provided you beg me for it.”

“Huh?”

“If you really want to have that order removed, get on all fours and beg.”

“That wasn't part of the deal!”

“I altered the deal, pray that I don't alter it further.”

I grinded my teeth. This wouldn't be the first time I begged Cow for anything, so why does that feel so much more humiliating now?

I had ****. If I wanted to have even the tiniest chance of victory I needed that order gone.

I slowly got down on all fours. “Please remove the order.”

“You can do a much better job.”

“Oh please, my master, please remove the order that makes me send my rebellious thoughts to you. Please! I beg you!

“I still don't think you are sincere.”

Oh, what gave it away?

But Cow merely giggled. “Don't worry. I would have removed the order anyway, regardless of how poor your performance was. I just had a sudden craving to see you beg.”

This little...

“Very well, I hereby revoke the order that forces you to send me your rebellious thoughts per mail.”

I slowly got up. Good, that's one step closer to freedom.

“Hmm...choosing that one.” Lindsey pondered. “If you ask me, that was a mistake.”

“Huh?”

Cow nodded. “There was a very easily exploitable loophole in that order. I am a bit disappointed you didn't spot it.”

“What loophole?”, I asked blankly.

“I am sure you figure it out, when you think hard enough about it. Tell me, Gina. Do you feel stupid now?”

“Yes”, I was **** to admit trough gritted teeth.

Cow had the audacity to smile at that. “Good. At the very least, you don't suffer from Dunning-Kruger effect. “Still, I want you to apply yourself a bit more, so I have another order for you.”

I probably should have expected this. “What is it this time?”

Cow smiled once more. “Have you ever heard the phrase: Arbeit macht frei?”