Gina III

I don't remember going back to our bedroom. But somehow I dimly noticed that Marcie was right next to me as I felt into a deep slumber.

I woke up the next morning to the disgusting feeling of Cutie kissing me.

“hm...pffrrrrr!!!!!”

I wanted to punch the little twat, but of course I couldn't! I couldn't even move away. It took my brain a while to sort out that jumbled mess but I eventually understand that a) it was me kissing him and b) that was because of an order.

Marcie, having the time of her live, finally released me from said order just as Cutie was desperately trying to get away from my lips.

“W-what was that all about?”

Marcie shrugged. “Just thought I get a nice memory from the trip.” Then she showed me the video.

Sure enough, that was my, asleep, making out with an equally asleep Cutie. How lovely to know that orders even work when I'm not conscious. That won't mentally traumatize me at all. Thanks, Marcie!

“Anyway, we have to check out by Eleven, so get a move on.” Marcie dressed and left, leaving me alone with Cutie, who quickly started to pack stuff.

I just sat on the bed staring blankly at the wall.

We had sex yesterday, didn't we?

Why the hell isn't Marcie more embarrassed about that? Sure she was drunk yesterday, but now she is sober! Did she perhaps not remember any of it? That's probably it.

I took a deep breath.

What if I tried to get on our good side with that? It wouldn't be real, I would just pretend and then, when Marcie is least expecting it, I stab her in the back! I have to be careful about my words tough. I can only tell her the truth after all, but I suppose I did enjoy it a little bit...ugh..fuck...my face is about to melt right off.

I looked at Cutie, still busy packing everything. If only there was some way of using him. “Hey, Cutie”, I started.

“Y-yes?”

“Aren't you tired of being Marcie's plaything like that?”

Right away Cutie shook his head. “Of course not! Master takes good care of me!”

What a masochistic little twat. I suppose Marcie does get a bit emboldened by the fact that he is clearly enjoying this.

That's the difference between him and me. I don't enjoy this at all. I observed him a while, packing Marcie's underwear and stuff up like the good little pet he was. “This trip was absolutely awful.”

He had the nerve to apologize.

“Why are you apologizing? God, you are such a little...ugh.” Guess I have to say it. “You did this because you wanted to give me a break, right? I would have much preferred staying at home, but I can appreciate the sentiment, I guess. So...thanks.”

It was just a halfhearted acknowledgment but Cutie beamed at it like an idiot. He started to give me a speech about love and friendship and that was my cue to get the hell out of here.

Cutie was Marcie's weakness. Of course I intend to make use of him to have my revenge.

But I suppose I will go easy on him, just a little bit.