Day 100

I thought it would be today.

Today marked the 100th day since Marcie took control of me. No doubt she wanted to honor the occasion.

“I am sure, you are all curious what I have planned for Gina”, Marcie announced that morning. This time there was no stalling, no other matters to get trough first. She went straight for me. “And I think you will all be pleased. Gina come to me.”

I did, wondering if my time has finally come. I already got the spanking of my lifetime, so I dreaded how Marcie would escalate this even further. But Marcie merely smiled and started patting my head. The room was very silent as everyone waited with bated breath.

“Gina”, Marcie finally began. “Henceforth, you will get horny whenever someone pats your head.”

Huh?

My Body's reaction was immediate, as my face started to flush at an alarming rate.

Meanwhile Marcie merely continued to pat. “You won't orgasm from it, but your arousal will get stronger and stronger until it is barely tolerable. You are also unable to flee any headpats unless it's an emergency.”

The feeling reminded me of having Marel playing around with a feather at my pussy. “Ah”, I gasped.

“Wait what?” Rina found her voice the soonest. “The fuck does that even work?”

Marcie smiled. “I took Gina to a skilled hypnotist who planted some triggers. This is the result. Pretty impressive I think.”

They actually swallowed that bullshit. Sometimes I just can't help but wonder if every single one of them is brain dead. Although, I suppose it is still a more reasonable explanation then a curse.

“That is amazing!”, cried Marel. “I want to try it out!”

And as expected I had to make my round trough all the ministers. Even Cutie couldn't resist a few pats. By the time I was done I wanted to come so bad that I was ready to hump anyone in this room.

“That is my punishment”, announced Marcie triumphant. “Just as with her tattoo the whole school is welcome to join in. No other part beyond Gina's head is to be touched however.”

“You should also add a no masturbation rule”, added Lindsey, ever the observant torturer.

“That does sound prudent. Very well, you aren't allowed to masturbate at school, Gina.”

Fuck meeeeeeeeee.

“Umm...” I started, barely able to contain my panting. ”How long is that going to be active...?”

Marcie merely smiled at that. “As it is your final punishment I want it to last a while. Let's say until you finished your cheerleader punishment.”

My hearth sank. That meant a month and a half of this at least.

It didn't take long for the news to spread. Soon I had all kinds of hands patting my head. Classes provided a small relief.(although even then I had to deal with the occasional head pat) I pretty much spend the entire day in constant arousal. Of course even once school was over I was made to go out with Marcie and friends, providing an ample supply of more headpats. It was a small wonder I didn't collapse outright.

“Actually, since this is the first day”, Marcie said in ways of passing. “No masturbation for you today, period.”

I don't think I survive until tomorrow.

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“Oh my little Ocelot! I love you sooooooooo much!”

Marel had me on her lap once more,naked, patting my head furiously.

“Does it feel good? Does it? What if I do this?”

By this, Marel meant a feather that was stimulating my pussy at the same time as her headpatting was going on.

“Oh, you are sooo fortunate that you can experience this! Marcie you must introduce me to this hypnotist of yours!”

Ah yes, of course this all was going on on today's morning session. I didn't particularly care about anything beyond getting relief right now. The feeling was indescribable. I felt like I could pass out at any moment, but at the same time that would be a mercy.

“P-please”, I somehow manage to sputter out. “I'm, I'm...”

“Yes, I believe you are almost done, lets have you countdown from 100.”

100.99.98.97...”

“No no slower, start again.”

“100..99..98..97..”

“Still too fast.”

“100.....99.....98.....97....”

“Yes, just like that.” Marel purred. “Nice and slow. Make sure you don't speed up or I have you start all over again.”

Marel did indeed let me count all the way down like that. Of course she was patting my head all the while. I was way too afraid to go faster and once I finally reached 0, she immediately pushed her finger inside me and send me into Overdrive.

That was something else that I couldn't describe.

“Wow, I'm no lesbian, but that does look pretty fun. Does that work with guys as well?”

“I-is Gina ok? Don't overdo it alright?”

“That was way too easy! I would have let her count down from 666. Prime numbers only.”

Did somebody said anything or are these just voices swimming in my head? I merely leaned against Marel's bosom, completely exhausted. There is no way, no way I can keep this up for over a month.

And as if things couldn't get even worse. I learned something else this evening as my new...talent was quickly adopted into the cheerleader routine for this evenings game. My own headpats produce the exact same result.

Gina did allow me to masturbate at home beyond the first day. But she made sure to make that endeavor as excruciatingly humiliating as possible.

“Whenever you want to masturbate you are to call a member of Imperium Marcium and ask for permission.” She informed me. “You are to share with that member what you are thinking while masturbating. And this goes without saying but you can only call each member one time.”

Has Marcie just gone completely mental? Yeah sure I get that it sucks that Rina stole her punishment, but I take ten of her spankings compared to this!

The weekend provided me with a small bit of relief, And I managed to somehow get trough it without calling anyone. Who would even give me permission? Marcie, Cutie, Rina, Marel...Ben? Yeah I think so. Emma probably too if I ask nicely. Vanessa still owns me for when I get her off...when did the circle of people who gave a shit about me grew so large?

Of course I didn't intend to call anyone, that was way too humiliating! They would tease me relentlessly.

But in the end they would allow me to cum.

Shit...why am I crying?