Back to school II

“Please, give Queen Marcie your full support!”, I said with a goofy grin on my face. The classroom giggled, obviously enjoying my humiliation. “Marcie is smart, diligent, charitable and very merciful, Under her rule, Noname High will prosper greatly! She also has very cute breasts.”

“But not as cute as yours!”, one of the guys said, giving me a friendly, casual pat on the chest. It has quickly become a routine under the male classmates to greet me like that. The bolder ones demanded a kiss as well, some even decided to get a bit of nipple play in, but the real problem where the girls.

“Thanks, John”, I replied, when Susan barged her way in with all the elegance of a monstertruck. She gave my boobs a tight squeeze. It hurt, but i would not give her the satisfaction to cry so instead I grinned at her. “You certainly have grown quite bold, Susan.”

“Because she joined up with us”, Lauren explained with a smirk. “And she told us a lot.”

“Is that so?”, I said calmly while enduring the pain. Yes, just a little bit more...Susan pinched my nipple and I gasped, clenched my fist and punched her square in the face.

Susan cried out and stumbled backwards, crashing into a chair. Fuck, that felt good.

“What the...!” Susan screamed in complete and utter shock. “You hit me!”

Lauren narrowed her eyes. “I thought she wasn't supposed to be able to use ****?”

“She wasn't!” Susan said, crying. “That bitch Marcie must have changed it!”

She did, or rather that was a safety measure. I couldn't do anything against fondling, but if it become violent I was allowed to defend myself. And since Marcie **** me to stuff myself like a pig and exercise daily I was actually in decent form to dish out some punishment. Susan was my first victim tough.

“Well, well, well. If it isn't the Gnat and the Weasel tormenting poor Gina.” Lindsey entered the conversation with her usual swagger.

“Lindsey”, Lauren growled. “Tell me, is it true, that Prissy princess is under some kind of curse?”

“Sure!”, Lindsey answered cheerfully. “Our illustrious Shadow Queen is actually a powerful witch and used her magic to put Gina under an obedience spell. That's how she took over Royal magnificent.”

Lauren squinted her eyes. “So your aim is to make me doubt the curse by openly admitting that it's true.”

“What a clever little Weasel you are. Yup, got it in one. You are way too smart for me, I fear.”

“It is real!” Susan cried, still rubbing her face.

“Not sure what your problem is since I agree with you. This curse is totally real. Makes you a bunch of morons tough. After all, who would oppose such a powerful sorceress?”

That actually got Lauren to pause for a bit. “Is that why you joined up with Marcie? Because you are scared of her?”

“Nah.” Lindsey grinned and slung an harm over my shoulder, partaking in the boob squeezing. Not that she needed an order for that in the first place. “I just really like tormenting Gina. Speaking off, kiss my ass.”

Of course I obeyed right away, getting down on my knees and planting a short peck on her ass cheeks. At the very least she still had her pants on. This time. “Again.” Lindsey said and I obeyed. “Again. Again. Again. Again. I want some nice long kisses with tongue action on my cheeks or you will do this all day. Again.”

“See!” Susan brayed. “You think Gina would do this without a curse?”

Lindsey wiggled her butt for good measure and then addressed Susan.“This is why you will always remain a gnat. You should have spilled that information back when it was actually useful. Good thing we didn't use you as our spy.”

“Fuck you!” Susan hissed back.

“That is your job.” Lindsey chuckled. “Did Marel already have her pleasure with you? What about you, Weasel? I bet Marel fucked you real good.”

“Nobody fucks me! Marel and myself rule Crazy Blue as equals! Do not presume otherwise!”

“Two queens!” Lindsey chuckled, but I could see a strange gleam in her eyes. “I suppose we will have a very royal wedding soon then.”

“Joke while you still can”, Lauren spat. “We will have you kneeling before us soon enough.”

The rest of the week passed as you would expect, with me making a daily fool out of myself and kissing everyone that felt inclined to have a taste of me(which was at least half the school). My boobs where pretty much public property at that point. I wish I could hit someone else, but after I slogged Susan everyone was gentle enough with them.

I suppose it could be worse. I only had to keep this up until Thursday after all. After that should be a bunch of punishments from my old guards. I have to break free of this curse by then. I can absolutely not let this go on to Rina's or Lindsey's punishment.

I actually talked with Marcie about it, hoping to get some sort of assurance, for the worst case scenario.

“You won't get pregnant. I will make sure they wear proper protection.”

That was not the assurance I was hoping for. “M-marcie...are you serious?”

“Have you forgotten that this is a punishment? I told you many times that this won't be a walk in the park.”

“B-but....the hot springs.”

“That was me giving you a break. Nothing more. I believe I already told you I will only start going easy on you once this round of punishments are over.”

“Please...”

But Marcie only gave me a cool look. “I'm not the one you need to butter up. Try begging Rina for forgiveness.”

“FUCK GINA!”

Yeah, fat chance of that.

“The evil queen is deposed off. And who have we to thank for that? Marcie!” So began Rina her speech. “Marcie is a fantastic girl. I respect her deeply. I don't think there is anyone in Royal magnificent more capable when it comes to the administrative side of things.”

Time for the but.

“But she is a coach, not a captain. A captain needs to be firm and decisive. Someone who is able to kick all your asses into gear if needed. Who was it that lead the Wildcats to victory against the Leaders? Who was it that spearheaded the **** at the battle of the underpass? And who was it that beat Lindsey in a bloody match of Ping Pong! That is what a captain does! Always in the thick of the match, always ready to take as much heath as the enemy can dish out! I am a better fit for the position! Marcie shall remain and excel in her role as coach from behind, while I will led us to victory standing tall at the front Also vote for me and you get to do whatever the fuck you want with Gina and the cheerleaders. FUCK GINA!”

Pretty sure that last part was all that mattered for her fans.

But still, it was a pretty good speech. I wonder if Marcie miscalculated slightly. She even gave me a command to vote for her, which felt awfully petty. Her speech was next, and as expected she touted her own horn, highlighted all the things she achieved in her short reign.

Cutie came least and his speech amounted to begging everyone not to vote for him. It got quite a few chuckles.

Royal magnificent had 26 Member and this was a simply majority vote, hence whoever get the most vote would be the victor.

The voting itself was a remarkably simply affair. Every member of royal magnificent was to slip a piece of paper containing the name of their favorite candidate into a tissue box. Said box would then turned over and counted. Why exactly this needed weeks of preparation, I had no idea.

The final count hence proclaimed:

Rina: 5 Votes

Marcie: 10 Votes

For a brief moment, a fraction of a second, in fact, there was a smug smile on Marcie's face. It quickly disappeared however as her mind no doubt did the mental math.

Cutie:11 Votes

I didn't care what would happen to me after, I laughed like crazy at that.