Gina II

I don't get it.

There was no reason to lie like that. Don't tell me she did this just to protect me? No, that's not possible. I couldn't ask her. Not now at least. So I tried my best to bathe in private, but of course that was a futile endeavor.

“Hey, Gina enjoying yourself?”

Lindsey with a bunch of my former lackeys approached. Not even a month ago they absolutely hated her guts, now they are suddenly buddy buddies.

That is dangerous. Even if Marcie wants to keep the whole thing a secret, Lindsey isn't exactly the most accommodating person.

“I guess”, I answered, not really wanting to have anything to do with them.

“So you beat Rina, eh? Good job, I tired her out tough.”

“Sure.”

“Are you aware that because of you Rina tried to make out with me?”

Like everything else in the universe this was my fault. “I hope you enjoyed it”, I said with a smile.

Suddenly Lindsey reached out and grabbed my tits. I yelped in pain. “Stop this!”

Lindsey gave me a cruel smile. “She does have nice tits, not as nice as yours tough.”

My former lackeys giggled. I tried my best to remain calm.

“Speaking of tits, shame about Marcie's, eh? Can you imagine how painful it must have been like? To have your own breasts sliced like this?”

I decided to remain silent.

“Hey Gina”, Lindsey continued with a grin. “You think it is on the table? I am sure you thought about it right?”

Gut you like a fish.

My pulse fastened.

Of course I thought about it! I tried to yank myself free but Lindsey held me like a vice.

“Lindsey could you stop this?”

Somehow Marcie crept up on us and finally Lindsey released me.

“Sure thing. Just wanted to have a bit fun with Gina”, she said with a smile. “Besides, this is supposed to be punishment right?”

“It is”, Marcie confirmed. “But this is Cutie's punishment and he has gotten it in that pretty little head of his that Gina should get a break. Speaking off, if anyone sees him, I want him delivered to me, is that understood?”

Marcie sure likes to fuss about that little twat. But whatever, thanks to her intervention I could actually bathe in peace for a bit.

Soon enough it was time for dinner to be served and we headed back inside. Of course my clothes where still in the middle of the hall. The only solace was that I wasn't the only naked person walking around for once. Finally able to get dressed again I joined the dinning hall.

It was buffet style and I wasn't really hungry, unfortunately the food order kicked in and forced me to load up a lot.

“You ok?”, asked Marcie, apparently sensing my discomfort.

“No...” Not that I could say something else even if I wanted to.

Marcie sighed and poured me a glass of wine. “Drink up.”

Luckily I can hold my liquor better then someone else I could mention here. Still being forced to chug wine like this wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.

Right now I could use it tough. As I stuffed myself with food and wine the world became slightly calmer again. Marcie matched me just as eager, when she wasn't asking about Cutie at least.

True enough, the little runt was still nowhere to be seen. There was a suspicious blond haired girl tough that was just in the process of getting carried away by Rina and a couple of her girls.

I could tell Marcie, but nah.

The Dinner continued in its merry way and from the looks of it, it probably would until the early morning hours...oh fuck. Of course Lindsey would be up to her old tricks again, trying to finagle control over my curse from Marcie! “H-hey Marcie! Don't drink too much ok!”

“Sure, sure!”

There was also another issue, my bedtime was quickly coming up, and I did not want to fall asleep here. Marcie found the whole thing obviously extremely funny. Still after a bit of prodding(and some help from Rina) she agreed and despite Lindsey's protest we made our way back to our room. Marcie, while a bit tipsy was thankfully still mostly in control.

We opened the door and found a tied and bound Cutie. He had a ballgag in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. Also it looks like he was getting some stimulation in from some vibrator eggs on his nipples...and was that a skirt?

Why do I keep questioning the insanity that's happening here? I silently lay down on my bed, sure that Marcie could handle it.

“Woah...what did they do to you?”

“Mmmm..mmm...”

“Don't worry, I take care of it.”

I watched how Marcie gently removed something metallic from under the skirt.(The fuck?) and then started to caress Cutie...down there.

H-hey...hey that is kinda bold isn't it? I am here as well, you know!

The skirt was in the way so I couldn't see what exactly she did to him, but Cutie was clearly enjoying himself greatly...yup that is the face of a guy who just came. Cutie shuddered and collapses in Marcie's arm who then proceeded to slowly put him to bed.

That was...kinda hot. Actually it was really hot and that my last orgasm came in the form of a wet dream did not help matters. My hand was almost moving on it's own as my brain conjured up all kinds of fucked up imagery.

Marcie must have noticed my stare and...movement because she gave me a wicked smile. “Stop masturbating.”

And just like that my pleasure came to a halt. “Oh, come on!”, I complained. I can't go to sleep like this. Marcie's grin got even wider. I did not like where this was going.

No, no..do not ask, do not ask...

“Did you enjoy watching?”

No, no, no!

“Tell me...want me to do it to you too?

“Yes!”, I said, my face completely burning up. “Yes! I want you! I want it! I want it, Ok?” From all the absolutely degrading stuff I was put trough, this was the worst. Someone just kill me please.

“Alright. But not here, I don't want Cutie to wake up.” She clumsily stumbled upright, amazingly that didn't wake Cutie already. “Follow me..and oh.”

“Your bedtime is revoked for today.”

We moved once more trough the Inn. The party was still in full swing, so I'm not really sure where the hell Marcie is planning for us to have our...ugh...whatever.

It was the hot springs, to be more specific the man's section of them.

You can't be serious? “Here?”, I asked worried. But of course Marcie was serious. She forcefully dragged me into the spring, cackling like crazy.

“M-Marcie..you are drunk right?”

“hmm...a little...”

“Can you release me from the curse...?”

“I'm not that drunk...just hold still.”

Seriously, is that really happening? Marcie started to fumble around with my body. God, she is so clumsy! I closed my eyes, this was too embarrassing! I don't even like girls, so why did I say yes?

“Marcie...You don't have to do this, you know...”

“I know...I want to tough.” She kissed me.

I suddenly felt tears welling up. “Why? After all that has happened between us..why?”

“Helsinki syndrome”

“The what now?”

“And Stockholm syndrome in your case.” She embraced me. “Don't get me wrong, your punishment is still not over and these coming weeks will probably be very hard on you.”

“Ah..”

“But I want you to feel good, at least for tonight.” Slowly her hand descended and started to treat my pussy like a flute. I shivered. Fuck, this should not feel that good!

“Wow, you are very wet down there, hehehe”, Marcie chuckled while stroking my pussy. Was that her attempt at humor? You aren't suppose to make jokes when fingering a girl! Oh fuck, stop being such a nerd...you...arghh..haaa...haaa

“You are very cute like that”,she slurred while giving me another kiss. “You really need someone to take care of you.”

“I can take care of...ugh!”

No way.

“Can't say it, can you?”

I was mortified. That is just...no way. Marcie however seemed to only get bolder with that new information and started to caress me all over. I finally couldn't take it anymore.

“May I please move?”, I asked, breathlessly.

She allowed it and I started to grind my body against her. I didn't care anymore. I was horny and Marcie was available. That's all.

There is no way that this is love.