We Don't Need No Education

(Another author here. Was very inspired by AliC's work, and with her blessing, wanted to branch off. I decided to not pick the most popular option, in case she wanted to continue with it. However, I will be taking the votes into account going forward)

Ali could only wait in suspense as the votes came in. She felt so powerless to stop whatever horrible thing was about to happen to her. All she could do was stand there, presenting her ass and titts for the adoring audience, due to believing she had the flirtation punishment.

Finally, as the final vote came in, Jack let out a playful laugh. "Well there you have it. Erased Education just barely pulled ahead."

Ali sighed slightly. All of the options were horrible, but her education was deftly the lesser of the five evils. Or at least that's what she though.

A chill crept up her spine and her head felt fuzzy. She could practically feel her memories being stripped away. She could remember being in classes and lectures, but the actual materials of those lessons were coming up blank. The content of whiteboards being written in some unknowable language. Mathematics now some sort of concept beyond her comprehension, despite remembering a time when it was easy.

"Having trouble Ali?" Jack asked, bringing her thoughts back to reality, having apparently slipped into a sort of trance.

"Y-yes! I'm fine!" Ali lied while pushing her young tits out.

"If you say so" Jack chuckled. "Which number chest will you take next then?"

"I'll take... uh... I'll take..." Ali began, before realizing something horrifying. As she looked at the cases, she found she couldn't understand what was written on them. She tried to wrack her brain on what she was even looking at, but came up blank. She remembered that it had been trivial enough for a kindergartner to understand, but now it might as well have been nuclear physics.

"What's the matter. Don't you know what a number is?" Jack laughed.

"Sh-shut up!" Ali snapped at him in frustration. Though despite her outrage, she couldn't help but pop her hips back and forth to give the audience a show, something her new female following greatly approved of.

Internally, Ali was panicking. Even though she couldn't remember numbers, she knew they were important... really important. Like, essential to basic functioning in society.

"Well, looks like you've hit quite the handicap Ali. This will make playing quite difficult, especially if you don't want to explode."

Ali gasped again, as the old threat returned. "No, please! There has to be another way. I know I need to pick boxes. Can't I just... point to them? You let me do that before" the slutty 19 year old begged.

"We never let you just point. You've always had to say a number" Jack lied, which Ali immediately believed due to her Gullibility. "If you can't do that, I guess it's all over for you."

"Please! Please just make an exception this one time!"

Jack made a big show of considering it, loving every second of the suspense he was inflicting on her. Finally, he said "oh very well. We can make an accommodation for someone of your 'special' intellect.

Ali let out a sigh of relief, not even caring that Jack called her stupid. "Th-thank you. That one" she said, pointing to an unopened case.

"Chrissi, please open up number one" Jack said, putting extra emphasis on the number to mock Ali's inability to know what a single digit was.

After a moment of nothing happening, Jack repeated "Chrissi?"

Jack and Ali looked over at the bimbo assistant to see that she was in a total trance, staring at Ali. She was visibly aroused, her cheeks flushed, as she undressed the schoolgirl with her eyes. She was subtly squeezing her massive left boob, while her other hand slowly inched down to the bottom of her incredibly short dress.

Ali couldn't help but return the feelings, as she suddenly felt an incredible attraction towards the hot blonde ditz. She could feel herself moistening up to match the obviously horny assistant. She barely even noticed as she flirtatiously lifted her skirt to give Chrissi a good look at the front of her thong, while biting her lip and winking. The more she looked at the blondes rack, the more she wanted to jump out of this podium, pin her to the ground, and...

"CHRISSI!" Jack yelled.

The blonde bombshell jumped in alarm in a way that sent her titts into a jiggly performance. "Yea, what?"

"Please open case number one."

"Oh, like, sure" She giggled, as she went for the case. The moment she was no longer looking at Ali, her vapid bimbo brain forgot about her, making Ali's **** attraction stop. She blushed in embarrassment at how horny her Chick Magnet punishment had made her.

Chrissi opened the case, and inside was...