WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?

If the humiliation of my situation won't do it then I'm sure to go mad from this blasted riddle.

The fact that I was very eager to show off my backside spread trough the school like wildfire. Monday was the worst. After today I would at least be able to get away with only showing off a part of my butt, but right now I had no panties on, so everyone got a full face of my ass.

“Aww, that is so sweet, Gina”

“Do you enjoy showing of your cute Tattoo?”

Where the types of comments I got from the girls, reveling in their power over me, while the guys mostly commented on my butt itself.

I did have some protection with me. Three girls followed me the entire day like a shadow. Marel was pretty much present all the time as well.(and asked me to show my tattoo off whenever I was covered for more then five seconds.) I was sure they where just there to check that I wouldn't hide in the bathroom for the entire day, but my prison guards did came in handy at one point.

I made a point to tell everyone that no touching was allowed and almost everyone respected that, expect for one assclown who copped a feel.

My guards where upon him in seconds.(Probably for the better, as Marel looked like she was just about to commit second degree ****.) Then I was informed that Empress Marcie actually gave me permission to punish anyone who dared to violate imperial property like that, provided said punishment didn't include ****.

Don't mind if I do!

I made the bastard wear a school girl uniform(no underwear) and **** him to lift his skirt whenever someone asked him to. I also announced that touching was perfectly fine. I had plenty of onlookers when I gave my verdict so the news that there was now another victim around the block spread quickly. Dude might as well gotten rid of the skirt for all the good it did him.

“Oh I love it when you are vicious like that, my little Ocelot.”, Marel praised me with a smile. “You could have just **** him to tell you what the Tattoo is, tough.”

Fuck!

While this did take the heath somewhat off me, I was still at the center of everyone's attention.

Even at class I wasn't safe. A whisper was enough for me to expose my butt, much to the delight to the entire class. I started to question the existence of the mythical beings called teachers.

Naturally photos where taken en mass as well as videos. Wait a minute, videos? It goes without saying that videos get uploaded, so I immediately opened youtube and tried typing my name in, only to realize that I couldn't.

Was there such an order?

“No research, remember?”, Marcie confirmed. “Which I assume gets interpreted that you can't look up anything. Oh, but if you need to research something for your studies, just tell me and I whitelist it for you.”

This is insane. At this rate the entire world except me will see my butt.

Things did get slightly better on Tuesday when I finally was able to wear decent clothing again. That didn't stop people wanting to get a glimpse at my tattoo tough. That meant pulling my jeans down, and exposing my left butt cheek. I would like to say that it was absolutely mortifying, but frankly, you can only show off your ass that many times before you stop caring. I almost wish I got back to wearing a dress. I even contemplated cutting a hole into my jeans, it was that annoying.

Will I have to do this for the rest of my life?

“Argh! What is it, what is it, what is it!” I paced back and forth in our club room.

“It Is really not that hard, you know?” Marcie tried to calm me down, sucking on a candybar. “You are probably just overthinking this. If you calmly think about it...”

Oh, fuck you.

“Is it a picture of me being in chains, while you hold a, leash laughing maniacally?”

“That's what I meant with overthinking.”

“Ah! It's an Ocelot right? An Ocelot!”

“You know..that is cute, but that is really more Marel's thing.”

“Then it's a Dumpling? That's what Marel calls you!”

“Oh, please.”

“Is it a curse word? I can't say them you know! So this is hardly fair!”

“It's not a curse word.”

“Its the date when you first took control of me August 15th!”

“Well, no, but you are getting closer.”

“It's the bloody candybar!”

“Yup got it.”

“Wait, seriously? That was just a random guess.”

“I mean, you basically just brute **** your way trough this. “ Marcie let out a sigh. “In hindsight I should have limited you to one guess a day.”

I took a deep breath. The candybar, of course It was the fucking candybar.

“Wanna see it?”

Marcie only had to put “Candy butt Gina” into Youtube for dozens of video showcasing my butt to appear. Sure enough there was a very nicely drawn candybar, with a piece already chipped off, next to it was an arrow that pointed right towards my butthole.

“it's pretty cute don't you think? Anyone who see's it will just think you are really into anal.”

“Oh yes, that is not a big deal at all!” I sighed, annoyed.

But true enough, it wasn't as horrific as I thought. It was easy enough to explain and at worst people will just think of it as cheeky(ha ha) Sure it was on Youtube, but none of the videos had all that many views. At the end of the day seeing a naked ass on the internet is hardly newsworthy.

I decided to get a look on it in person and yeah, there it was, on my left butt cheek. It felt a bit weird to finally being able to see it, but for some reason I almost didn't mind it.

If Marcie truly wanted she could have been much crueler.

“Grrrrrrrr...why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“I should hate you for this! This was such an awful experience and yet!”

Marcie patted my head. “I won't put you trough stuff you can't handle.”

“You say this, but next is Rina. She will have me gangbanged by the entire Volleyballclub if you have forgotten.”

“Well, actually you are wrong on that one.”

I looked at her with renewed hope.

“Because you know.” Marcie smiled. “First comes Lindsey.”