Sleepover Day

Two weeks have passed, since all that crazy stuff went down.

Marcie didn't seem to be particularly bothered by her full **** experience, and instead pushed herself to fill the void that was left by Lindsey's departure.

That was not so easy to accomplish. Despite her general laid back nature, Lindsey apparently did a lot of behind the scenes stuff that allowed the empire to run smoothly. Marcie cursed a lot in these two weeks. She ended up promoting Emma to the council, which helped a bit.

...Its not that I wanted that dumb council seat anyway!

And so it was probably no wonder that the date crept up on us.

The 14th December was Marcie's 19th birthday. She was about four months younger then me! For some reason that pissed me of more then it should.

“Wow! Must suck having your birthday in December. I bet you only get half your share of presents”, I teased.

Marcie merely smiled at that. “I got my present for this year early”, she said while patting my head.

“Oh, fuck off”, I growled, already getting flushed again.

You would expect an Empress to throw a huge, lavish party on her birthday, but that did not seem to be the case. Granted, after the absolute insanity that just transpired a party probably wasn't on everyone's mind.

“Oh but this just won't do!” Marel complained. “My little Dumpling! Why don't I arrange a party for you over at my house? Nothing too fancy, a small sleepover with you, Ocelot, Volleyball and Furball.”

There are so many things wrong with this statement. First of, only someone absolute insane would set a foot in Marel's house/**** dungeon. Second, this was just an all you can eat buffet for Marel. And third, Lindsey isn't on here. Well, I guess that is to be expected. It still felt odd, even knowing what she did. But then again, Marel always seemed to keep her distance from her.

To my absolute astonishment, Marcie actually accepted. “I have two conditions. First ditch Furball for Cutie and nobody is to sing Happy Birthday.”

“Are you insane? This is Marel we are talking about! This is clearly a trap!”

“Nah it's fine”, Marcie casually remarked “I happen to be a pretty good judge of character.”

“Says the girl who got pushed down a roof by her closest ally.”

“Well, can't win them all. I was correct with you wasn't I?”

Headpat.

Hey god? Can I still change my decision?

But at any rate, Marcie was all for the idea to walk headfirst into the Lion's den and so we all gathered at the school gate on Friday evening to watch me do my jumping jacks until a large limousine came to pick us up.

“Young Mistress, and friends, I welcome you.”, said the older butler/driver while opening the car door for us.

“Thanks Geoffrey”, Marel smiled. “Shall we be off then?”

Unfortunately, yes.

The car drove us outside the city and in the mountains. About half an hour later we arrived at the estate, or rather, the castle.

I was aware that Marel was rich, just not exactly how rich. The colossal mansion in front of us sat on a cliff overlooking the town and looked like some kind of evil billionaire lair. Both Rina and Cutie gaped at it in utter amazement while only Marcie managed to keep up a calm facade. The fact that someone with such deep pockets could even lose in the first place seemed absurd. Perhaps our factional disputes and wars where always just a mild distraction for Marel.

“Well then”, Marel announced with a smile. “Welcome to my humble abode. Shall we?”

The inside was no less impressive. In the huge foyer, two rows of Maids stood in front of us and bowed. One Girl, with a particularly pink hairstyle jumped and hugged Marel. “Welcome home, Mommy!”

“I thought I made myself very clear”, said Marcie with annoyance. Susan flinched and hid behind Marel.

“Aww, don't worry, little Furball won't join us”, said Marel while stroking Susan's head. “You will be a good pet and stay in your room, yes?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“I even allow you to play with your toys, you can edge yourself as much as you want.”

“Thanks, Mommy!” Susan grinned wildly and gave Marel a kiss.

“Good girl, run along now.” Marel send her off with a pat on the butt. From the squeal she made I was convinced there was something in there.

“Sheesh, what did you do to the girl?”, asked Rina while a bunch of Maids escorted us trough the mansion.

“Her training comes along quite nicely”, divulged Marel happily. “She mostly just needed a mother figure.”

Oh yeah, that's not creepy at all. Well I say this, but as I volunteered for Susan's punishment, I was privy to all manner of fucked up details of this training. I had to bottle feed her at some point!

I was expecting the Maids to escort us to a fancy dinning room but instead we where brought straight to a lavishly huge bedroom. The king sized bed in the middle was more empress sized and could easily fit 10 People.

“So anyway, let's get changed right away.” Marel declared with a cheerful and giddy grin, while she started to strip. Doesn't look like she is in the mood for wasting time.

“Seriously you brought the wrong girl here”, complained Rina. “I am no lesbian.” She had the most casual outfit of all of us. A short top and some short shorts. Very sexy in a lazy sort of way.

“But that is why I must suffer his presence in this lovely garden.” Marel gestured towards Cutie as if he was garbage. Poor guy, Marcie put him into some pink fluffy petticoat that no one of us would ever wear willingly. I bet she finds it fucking hilarious to put the only guy at a slumber party in the most feminine outfit.

“In that case we should have brought Ben along”, Rina said annoyed. “He looks pretty good in sissy things as well, you know.”

“This isn't supposed to turn into an orgy”, lied Marcie who uh...I had to stifle a grin. It wasn't bad looking just a rather weird choice for a slumber party. Marcie sported a cute two part pajama. Red with polka dots. Probably as unsexy as you can get, well if it wasn't for me.

Of course Marcie picked my sleepwear for me. And of course she put me into an absolute ridiculous looking baby blue onesie adorned with penguins. As it happens it was quite similar to the one I wore during my first day of Lindsey's punishment. Except that one was pink. Not exactly a memory I wanted to recall.

Marel flat out waltzed around in underwear, lacy ones at that, that left nothing to the imagination.

“Soo....” Rina looked around a bit unsure what to do. “Where is the food/ booze? I need to somehow keep me entertained here.”

Marel gestured to a corner where three carts stood. One was full with booze, the other full with snacks and the third full of toys. Not exactly the most healthy diet but I had to admit that I wasn't really in the mood for snails and caviar. Actually, I just realized...this is my third chance to finally getting Marcie to lift this blasted course. And this time there is no Lindsey to ruin it!

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“Blue jeans and bloody tears!”

I danced sexily while singing loudly.

“There is no life without your life in misery!”

“Tears will always have wet eyes!

“I will let you go forever!”

“Don't break my heart, it's powerless. Don't keep me hanging on.”

“Blue jeans and bloody tears!”

My plan was pretty much perfect. I just didn't account for the fact that every single person her loves to humiliate me.

And so I was **** to perform one weird song after the other. From “One more time” over “Life on Mars” to “O Captain, my Captain” and “Komm süsser ****”

What the hell is wrong with “Happy Birthday?”

There was no way to convince anyone of anything like this! At the very least, I got plenty of applause.

“I know, I know I've let you down.”

“I've been a fool to myself.”

“I thought I could life for no one else.”

“So with sadness in my heart. Feel the best thing I could do is end it all and leave forever.”

“I never love again. My world is empty.”

“I wish, that I could turn back time. Cause now the guilt is all mine. Can't life without the trust from those you love.”

I finally tumbled down into Marcie's arms, exhausted. Cutie was already there, but whatever. I greedily gulped on Marcie's beer.

“I can't believe Daft Punk broke up!”, Rina said while sniffling. “When that robot exploded, was like the most tragic shit ever! We must do them proper tribute!”

“Ooooohhhhh! My little Ocelot! That was marvelous. Can you do Bohemian Rhapsody next?“

They are planning of killing me. It's not even 7 P.M and I already feel like dying.

“I-I think she needs a break”, Cutie recommended mercifully.

Yeah no shit, you little shit! You made me recite some shitty poem!

“My little Ocelot, I am curious”, Marel began with a grin, lazing around on the bed. “Who is more skilled in the erotic arts. Little Dumpling or myself?”

Actually let me just go back to dancing. “You both suck.”

“Really?” Marel cocked her head. “I find that highly unlikely.”

“Can't you just make her say the truth with this curse stuff?”, Rina suggested.

“That is a clever idea”, Marcie pondered.

No it isn't, it's an awful idea!

“Oh! We can play truth and dare, but only truth, and my little Ocelot is the only one who has to answer questions! Doesn't that sound fun?”

Shit. I have to do something before this gets completely out of control. “That's against the rules”, I blurted out.

“Ah yes...the rules.” Marcie nodded sagely.

Both Rina and Marel had no idea what was going on. So Marcie explained. “We have a game of sorts going on. Gina has to free herself from this curse and part of the rules are that I can't reinstate an order I once lifted, which kinda sucks to be honest.”

“Anyway, bottom line is that I won't ever have to say the truth ever again”, I proclaimed with a grin.

“Wow that's dumb, how long is this game gonna go on?”

“A year. Today is Day 122 in case you care.”

“So, what happens if Gina doesn't break free?” This time the question came from Cutie, probably the only sane one here. Actually, I wanted to know this too.

“Hmm...” Marcie pondered that for a bit. “No idea”, she finally said, shrugging her shoulders.

“What? You said things would be awful if I lose!”

“Well, duh, I needed you sufficiently motivated. And that was back when I really hated your guts. I was sure I would come up with something good. Probably would have just thrown you to the students and let them have their fun with you.”

“Oh, I wouldn't mind that”, Marel smiled with a predatory grin. “So my little Ocelot is up for grabs 243 days from now? I must mark that date in my calendar.”

“Nah, of course I'm not going to that anymore. Still a punishment is needed.”

“Why do you not just keep her like this for...like forever?”

No, Rina, don't you even dare suggest that!

“Forever huh?”, Marcie smiled. “That would be one hell of a commitment.”

Oh great, she considers it. thank you very much!

“In any case”, Marcie slurred while patting my head, because of course! “This is supposed to be a party, right?” She casually tossed Cutie over to Rina, who looked up to her like a scared animal.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with him?”

“Pet him, it's fun. On the belly.”

Rina groaned but did as she was told. Cutie made some funny noises at that.

“You could use the training to be honest”, I said. “Try being a bit gentler with Ben, you know, not fuck him till he faints.”

“Fucking till fainting...does sound very pleasant tough”, Marel added.

“Bah!” Rina growled but somehow got into her new toy. “I don't like being gentle, **** is better. Like you need to make them squirm like this!” She pinched a nipple and Cutie let out a yelp.

“Oh, my little Volleyball! It is very important to learn new experiences.”

“Oh yeah?” Suddenly Rina grinned. “Then you start!” She tossed Cutie towards Marel like a hot potato. “Make out with him! Bet you can't.”

For the first time I saw something like uncertainty cross Marel's face has she looked upon the frightened boy in her arms.

“Just pretend it's a girl. He is girly enough after all. Gyahahahahaha!”

“My...” Marel smiled. “If I do, will you consent to some...experiments?”

“Ha?

“I take care of this...pets needs and after we are having some fun. Deal?”

Rina wasn't someone to back down, no matter how skewed the offer may be, so she took another chug and nodded. “Deal!”

Well great, didn't help that Marcie is headpatting me like crazy. She was clearly very into this as well.

Marel started out by slowly caressing Cutie's body up and down, who reacted as one might expect, by tensing up and gasping. “Hush now pet, I may not be into boys, but I can appreciate beauty nonetheless. If it only wasn't for this” She slipped her hand inside his petticoat and started to fondle him there. “I would totally smother you with affection.”

There was a clear difference in the way Marel treated Cutie, compared to me. With me there was always a certain playfulness surrounding it. That was gone now. This was a girl on a job. Sterile and cold.

I gulped. Perhaps it was due to my numerous humiliations at the hand of Marcie, but there was a certain appeal of being treated like this.

It didn't take long for Cutie to come. Since the very first time I gave him that blowjob his stamina never increased. He shuddered, and the moment he came, Marel dumped him unto to bed like a used towel. That was hot as well. My breathing was starting to go heavy.

With a triumphant grin Marel held up her cum covered hand. “Now my little Volleyball, it's your turn. Lick.”

Rina growled at that. “Didn't think you had no shame at all”, before making her way towards Marel.

Sure enough, Rina did as commanded, eagerly licking Marel's cum stained fingers. Marel meanwhile made a point of lowering her hand towards her crotch.

Speaking of hands to crotch. I placed one of Marcie's on mine, because if I don't get relief right now so help me god.

Thankfully Marcie seemed to get the memo.