All hail the Empress!

So Marcie has finally done it. A little over two months since she took control over my life she has bend the entire school to her will. Whoop di doo.

Of course the only reason she accomplished that was thanks to me. Marcie simply commanded me to go along with this absurd scheme of hers to the best of my ability. If only my acting wasn't that excellent. She could have at least trusted me to do it without an order. Sheesh. Of course, I would have totally betrayed her, but still, talk about paranoid.

In her generosity, Marcie did promise me a reward for my work, whatever the hell that means.

It didn't change the fact that I, in essence, solidified Marcie's rule. It made my blood boil just thinking about it. I was so close! Marcie was at the tipping point, I could feel it but somehow she not only pushed herself back from the abyss but grew almost untouchable.

Oh sure, some seeds of rebellion remain, but this wasn't just checkmate, the players have already congratulated each other on a nice game and extended dinner invitations. As such it probably came to no surprise that Marcie now demanded submission from all remaining Lords, including the boys.

Some of the smarter once realized the changes of times and came willingly. Marcie made a show of it by having me serve them refreshments in nothing but my underwear. She gave me a grand speech on how she wanted to show the boys that while she and most of her cadre are female, she will not tolerate gender discrimination.

Personally I'm pretty sure she just wanted to humiliate me again. At the very least she didn't made me wear the panties on my head this time.

The Boys loved it, but I doubt Marcie's bold statement on equality was the reason for it. Even the guy I used to have a crush on could barely contain his erection, by seeing my amazing body.

There was a strange indifference inside me. These small time humiliations barely fazed me anymore. Instead I used them to fuel my desire for **** on Marcie ever brighter. But my plans on said **** have grown...weird over the last month or so. One of my favorite recent fantasies is torturing Marcie with a feather, while she is begging me to finally allow her to cum. It somehow always ends with me allowing it tough, which is rather annoying. And sometimes our places get mixed up as well, which is even worse.

In any case, the boys who submitted got a pretty good deal. They where reinstated in their position and could pretty much return to business as usual, as long as they now do it for Imperium Marcium.

Others, weren't that smart. The captain of the basketball club for example remained defiant even when he was dragged in front of Marcie, kicking and screaming. Marcie heard his derogatory curses with a calm and cool demeanor before finally turning to me.

“Gina...what do you think would be an appropriate punishment for this rebel?”

I grinned and suggested to have his dick cut off.

Marcie handed me a pair of scissors and some girls took the poor guys pants of.

I only had to make a snipping motion once for him to piss himself and beg for mercy. Lindsey, always quick on the uptake, took a video of the whole fiasco and from that point forward we had a very submissive new lord on our side. (Well, “Lords” didn't exist anymore. Marcie created a whole new obnoxiously complicated caste system that I won't even bother wrapping my head around, you get the point.)

I admit it would be kinda funny to just be Marcie's **** master. I even thought Marcie might felt about all the **** she put me trough. What a foolish notion! She proved otherwise this Thursday.

“Well then”, the illustrious Empress spoke. “I know the last few days where a bit hectic, but I do think we finally have enough time to return to our regularly scheduled Gina punishment. I believe we last talked about her getting a Tattoo?”

The girls who pitched that idea eagerly nodded, it was clear that my noble sacrifice last Friday meant fuck all to them.

I had to speak up. “Please! I was instrumental in our success last week. Don't make me do this.”

“That is true”, Marel purred with a smile. “Without my little Ocelot we would not be here today. I do not mind a tattoo, but it has to be tasteful. That plastering of names on her chest, I just can't abide it.”

I could kiss Marel right now. As a matter of fact I did. I spend the last few days buttering her up, just in hopes of getting her on my side. That meant lots of cuddles, having fun with Susan and plenty more. Not exactly my favorite pastime but at least that allowed me to properly fantasize about punishing Marcie.

“Aren't you awfully generous”, Rina remarked. “I guess it worked out nicely for you, but if Gina had her way all of us would be your slaves right now. “

Marel had a bit of a curious look on her face and looked between me and Rina before answering. “And I would have treated you quite nicely, my little volleyball.”

Rina shuddered at that. “Look, unlike everyone else in this room I am no lesbian.”

“Oh...that can be changed easily enough, as our dear Empress surely would attest to. Well I say this, but unfortunately you would have been the only one...”

“Enough”, Marcie cut in, annoyance in her voice. “Let us stay on topic.”

There was a bit of a back and forth. The “Gina Loyalists” where of course still perfectly contend with ruining my breasts, but wonder never cease someone actually spoke in my favor!

“I was against Operation Queens Gambit”, said Emma. “From a strategic standpoint, there was no reason for Gina to go along with it. I was convinced she would choose to become Marel's plaything instead of enduring further punishment.”

“I suppose this is just how my little Ocelot shows her fierce **** of will!”

“Well, maybe,” Emma continued. “Perhaps it's her way of atonement? Whatever the case, no Empire can function in which good service is not properly rewarded. We all received our reward for our service. Gina should not be exempt from that.”

Rina growled at that. Aww, did I confuse your little hate boner for me? So sorry!

Marcie allowed herself to remain silent during the whole discussion before finally speaking up at the end. “Gina will get a Tattoo”, she decided to my horror. “ But in recognition of her efforts, I want to do something a little bit different then intended. I know it's presumptuous but would you allow me to take over from here?”

Of course there was no way the Gina Loyalists would refuse the Empress and so Marcie got her way. Well as far as rewards got, that was a pretty shitty one! Way to reward your loyal subjects! Why don't you shove another dildo up my ass while you are at it?

There was nothing to be done, but to dread what's to come.