Day 3722 Epilogue I

“Thank you Emma, looks like everything is accounted for.”

The shy woman nodded and made her retreat. With her report, all the documents where in order. Time to pay my wonderful boss a visit.

I took the elevator up the top floor, where the CEO had provided herself with an immensely gaudy office. Must she have the entire floor for herself? Seriously there is a limit to how indulgent you can get.

I knocked and after a “Come in, Gina”, I entered Marcie's office.

“Oh is my little Ocelot there? How are you fairing, sweetie?”, came the obnoxiously sweet voice from the speaker. “We simply must hang out again! I bring little Riceball along for the ride as well.”

“To be sure”, Marcie said, annoyed by the interruption. “At any case, your proposal is sound. Send me a draft of the contract and we iron out the details over the next week. Shall we go out for Chinese? No not Sushi, you know that Cutie hates it. Yes, yes I bring Gina along. Give my regards to Susan.”

Marcie ended the call. “Looks like our joint venture is coming along nicely. You have the quarterlies?”

“Indeed.” I unceremoniously dumped the report on her custom made parnian desk. “A nice improvement on margins from our energy divisions. Looks like R&D has finally achieved the break even point.”

Marcie took a quick glance of the documents and gave a pleased nod. “I knew Emma would crack this. Eight years, but this is finally it. We are going to rule the world with this, figuratively speaking of course.” She pulled the wrapper of a candy bar of in celebration.

I took a deep breath. “It has been eight years, huh? Since you forced me into this insane venture of yours, for below average pay, I might add. You know, I wanted to become a model once.”

“Thank god then for this curse. Like hell I'm letting you waste your talents gallivanting around like some empty headed Bimbo. And I believe you have been more then fairly compensated for your service.”

When Marcie forced me to work for her, I was expecting to serve coffee as a skimpy dressed secretary, The truth was fare worse. I actually had to put in effort.

It did pay off tough. In eight years she transformed that small startup of hers into an international conglomerate. My salary, starting out as such a joke that I couldn't afford the rent(at this point Mom had kicked me out of the house) grew into millions thanks to a lucrative stock compensation package.

“And all of that, because I decided Cutie should have bad grades.”

Marcie gave a wry smile at that. It was true, in a sense. She could only found “Storm Empire”(Yes, that is the name of our company. Marcie never got rid of those delusions of grandeur) from the profit she made by investing Cuties money in the stock market.

Of course that covered only the bare basics to get things rolling. “Fortunately” Marel was more then happy to become an early Investor, provided she gets exclusive access to certain company assets.

“She probably wants to fuck you in the ass with a strap on, but that is a sacrifice I am willing to make.”

-Marcie Storm at our IPO

I fucking hate her so much.

“Speaking of, how is your husband doing?”

Marcie glanced at a framed picture at her desk. It showed a handsome, or rather beautiful, young Man in a groom outfit. (I'm amazed as you that Marcie didn't make him wear a dress.) “Quite well, actually, he keeps the house in pretty good shape.”

“Good, good”; I grinned. “Would be better if he kept you in shape tough.” I snatched the candybar out of her hand. “You need to cut down on these.”

Marcie smiled sweetly at me. “Shove it up your ass.”

Right away I bend backward, lowered my silk panties and pushed the half eaten treat up my anus. “Ouch! What the fuck! Marcie!”

Marcie giggled. “You know I need to check every now and then if the curse is still active. You can stop pushing.”

“Of course it is!”, I winced in pain. “I saved your bloody life you ungrateful bitch! Fuck! That thing is lodged in way too deep!”

“Ah, to have you polite again.” Marcie got up from her chair and moved behind me. “I think I can get it out, want me to?”

“Yes!”

Marcie carefully inserted two fingers and got hold of the wrapping, she then proceeded to slowly pull it out. Of course that felt absolutely delightful.

“There, there” she announced while giving my tattoo a few pats. “That wasn't too bad was it?” She wiggled the candybar in front of me. “Want to put it on your night stand again?”

“Not particularly. Weren't you supposed to remove this curse a decade ago?”

Marcie giggled again, cupped my head upwards and gave me a longing kiss. I didn't take much convincing for me to reciprocate. “You lost the game remember? I gave you an entire year and you never broke free of me. That's my prize. I'm going to keep you forever.”

I dimly remember that I never agreed to this.

“I want you over tonight, Gina.” Marcie said with hunger in her eyes. “Lets have a nice dinner, just the three of us.”

Of course, I agreed.

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As expected from someone who flat out declared herself Empress, modesty wasn't exactly Marcie's strong suit. Not that my own dwellings where humble, but Marcie lived in a Mansion that almost put Marel's to shame. Of course her being rich and all there was no real reason for Cutie to do any housework, and frankly, given his intellect Marcie would have easily given him a seat in the companies board of directors.

But Cutie being Cutie, he apparently really wanted to be a house husband and Marcie is nothing if not accommodating when it comes to her hubby.

“Welcome Home, Master.” Cutie said with a cheerful voice while bowing. He wore the most stereotypical pink apron you can think of. At least it wasn't a maid costume, I guess.

“I'm home”, Marcie said with a smile while giving Cutie a kiss. “Sorry for the short notice, but I brought Gina along.”

“Hey, Gina.” Cutie greeted me with a smile. “I hope you are hungry.”

“Of course, just make sure you don't drink too much again.” I grinned at him.

“We are going to meet Marel next week”, Marcie informed her husband over dinner. “It's a business meeting, but I'd like you to tag along as well. Maybe with a guy there Marel will keep It in her pants for once.”

“As if you are the main target here!” I sighed. “I swear, we are all pushing thirty and she still treats me like some kinda pet.”

“Well, I can understand her there.”

Cutie giggled. “But it will be nice seeing her again, last time was...oh...” He felt silent.

“In any case” Marcie quickly picked up, while pouring Cutie another Glass of wine. “That steamed ham is delicious. I will have to reward you later.”

Cutie blushed at that. “Thanks, Master” and drank quickly.

“It is really excellent”, I agreed. “I envy you, Marcie.”

“You can always life with us, plenty of rooms available.”

It wasn't the first time Marcie made that offer. She never forced me tough. “No thanks”, I replied. “Having you around me at work is all the suffering I can stomach.”

“Umm..” Cutie started, looking a bit unsteady on his feet.

“Whats wrong, Cutie?”, Marcie asked, concerned.

“Nothing, I just feel a little tired.”

“Probably exhausted yourself cooking all of this.” She sighed. “Don't force yourself, get some rest then.”

“Yes”, Cutie said with a smile. “Good night you two”, and scampered off.

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“Out like a light” Marcie smiled while gently caressing Cutie's face.

He was lying deep asleep on the bed.

“You are so fucked up”, I sighed. “You don't think that he has caught on by now? This is what? The seventh or eight time?”

“The twelfth. He used to hold his alcohol very well”, Marcie mused while slowly undressing her husband. “But that's just what makes him so adorable. If I want him passed out, he happily drinks wine spiked with sleeping pills.”

I could only groan at Marcie's depravity.

“I love him for that”, she affirmed while giving him another kiss once he was fully naked. “But Cutie is like the sugar, you are the salt. You can't live without either, but you shouldn't mix them.”

“Very poetic way of saying you love to see your husband getting cucked.”

Marcie shrugged. “I'm not getting any younger, get naked already.”

And so I did.

Marcie slowly beckoned my closer. I gave her a kiss as she embraced me and we landed on the bed right next to Cutie.

“Wait a minute”, Marcie said, just as I was about to get really into it. Just with that any movement on my part stopped and I let out a small whimper. I hate when she does that.

“I have to fulfill my marital duties first.”

She moved over to Cutie's groin and started playing with his dick, all the while remaining eye contact with me.

“By the way, you are slowly getting hornier and hornier.”

I sharply inhaled. Of course we played plenty around with the curse. Marcie was not known for letting something like that go to waste. At the very least, she kept it to a minimum outside the bedroom.

Naturally, Marcie took her sweet time with Cutie. He might be fast asleep but his dick certainly wasn't.

“I wonder what he is dreaming right now”, Marcie mused with a smile, slowly and sensually stroking his shaft. “What do you think?”

“Frankly, I don't give a fuck...can you please hurry up?”

“Just sit there like a good little girl and remain patient, good things come to those who wait. No masturbation either.”

After Cutie was nice and hard, Marcie switched gears to her mouth. I certainly wished I was deep asleep right now. Finally, after an eternity Cutie shuddered and ejaculated. Marcie showed me the seeds of her work with pride before gulping it down, as if that was a huge accomplishment.

“Good boy, good boy”, she cooed while patting Cuties belly.

“Marcie please”, I almost was close to tears.

Finally, Marcie seemed to have tortured me enough, as she let off from her husband and slowly moved towards me. “You are unbelievably cute like that”, she purred while caressing my tight. “Shall I take care of you now?”

“Yes, please.”, I begged.

“Finger, Tongue or grinding?”

“Grinding”, I had the presence of mind to choose that one, as that was the only one that gave me any agency here. Anything else and Marcie would have kept her teasing up for who knows how long.

“Very well”, Marcie said and moved herself into position. “No coming until I tell you too, tough.”

“Oh fuck you!”

“I hope to!” Marcie gave me a wicked grind and started to move her hips, I matched her speed, but just as expected, things only get worse with no end in sight.

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”, I screamed while Marcie moaned just as intense.

“Oh yes, yes,yes...and cum!”

I screamed so loudly that I was sure Cutie would wake. For a moment I thought I would faint.

Marcie looked equally happy, although there was no question that her experience was way less impactful.

“You arousal returns to normal”, Marcie said with a grin.

“Why does our first round always have to be like this?” I complained while catching my breath. My pussy was soaked, so was the sheet and it looked like a considerable amount of it landed on Cutie as well. “Would it kill you to start with some normal foreplay once?”

Marcie gentle patted the tattoo on my butt. “I suppose you are not all salt, like this you can be pretty sweet to.”

“Please just stop.”

God, why do I love this girl so much?