Scenes From A Destination Wedding Weekend, Part 10: Breakfast Pastries Revenge

The Broadcast

{reveal "Author Citation"} Marcie is Gina’s captor as seen in Gina and Marcie Read CHYOA {endreveal}

It is morning. Daphne’s death grip snuggle into Gina did not relent for a second. Alex is relieved. She loves her wives, but she is happy to not be in their claustrophobic cuddles for one night. She is watching the door, running through her chords for the Wedding March cover for the wedding, as she has been doing since Scarlet left to visit “downstairs.”

Gina, still blindfolded, gurgles as she wakes, “Help... me...”

“Just nibble on her arm fin when you want her to let go, dudette. Just don’t do it too hard or you’ll get her frisky.”

Of course the gooner goober bites down as hard as she can. And, of course that results in Daphne waking up, spinning the girl around, and riding her face in the 69 position, alternating licks with excited friendship talk. Alex sits back and pays no attention to it. She’s too busy getting into the performance zone. Today is going to be busy.

Soon enough, the mermaid squeezes enough orgasms out of the gooner to turn her into blissed out jelly. Alex helps carry her into the bathroom for a threesome shower. Daphne insists on sharing her Honey Ginger Salmon scented shampoo with Gina. Alex chuckles as she uses it to scrub Gina’s hair as Daphne suds up Gina’s enhanced boobs. The shower is mostly chaste. Mostly.

Returning to the Hotel room, Alex gets dressed. Stormbringer T-shirt (ripped just so), tartan mini-skirt, fishnet stockings, combat boots. Daphne, who is planning on attending the wedding naked, doesn’t.

Gina sits (blindfold removed and replaced with those dorky sunglasses) cross-legged on the bed and pouts. “Alright, you psycho fish and ghost, where’s my clothes?”

Daphne makes a face, more about the idea of clothes than the gooner’s rudeness. Alex isn’t going to let it go unchallenged; she leans into Gina’s ear, whispering, “What did we say about the insults last night? Ever been dropped from a thousand feet into the ocean?”

The sound of her gulping is delicious. “Sorry? Still, clothes?”

While Daphne extols the virtues of nudism (all based on being a mermaid), Alex gets on the horn with Prudence. Planning for an impromptu kidnapping of a naked girl via True Polymorphing her into a porn necklace was not on Alex’s list of items to prepare for.

The Production Assistant appears. “Hello, you three. I have heard your plea and have procured a couple of outfit choices for you, Ms. Walker. Would you rather cosplay as Daphne or Tina today?”

Gina stares at the two “outfits” with a blank look. “Fuck it, I take the hat.” It still beats the penguin suit and half the weirdos attending this wedding are probably naked anyways.

“And also,” Gina says while putting the bunny ears on. “It’s Stormwalker.”

Daphne hugs her new friend. “Oh, you and Marcie got married!”

The agent left with the bondage mermaid costume, tucking a business card into the brim of Gina’s hat.

It is pretty easy for Gina to finish getting dressed. The three head down to breakfast. Mildred is ready for Daphne, rolling a small aquarium full of writhing squid towards the table. She, of course, excitedly drools over it. Alex notices a certain blonde with the kind of ridiculous knockers that one normally only finds in hentai sitting alone at one of the tables. Daphne is instantly enraptured.

Marcie is brooding. She doesn’t really remember much from last night after she drunk two full glasses of wine but she still remembers what that insufferable Norah had told her.

Could I really have made a mistake? Am I to believe Andy was smart enough to outsmart even her? Could such a specimen of a man truly exist?

If that is the case, I must have him. Andrew Cooper will join me in matrimony and together we will rule the world as Wife and Husband!

Marcie squeezes a croissant so hard the filling comes out.

“Oi, wanna leak that early in the morning?”

Marcie’s brooding is interrupted by a virtually naked and very busty Gina walking towards her with a retinue of other delinquents.

“Your breasts have grown quite substantial, I see,” Marcie remarks.

“My breasts? Your boobs look like they need a fucking wheelbarrow!”

“I do not know what you are talking about, Gina.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING...”

Daphne wheels the fish tank over to Marcie, once the girl has been pointed out. She pulls a live squid out, offering to share her breakfast bounty with whoever wants some. Alex politely declines and heads over to the buffet.

“Ah”, the CEO collects herself. “I must offer you my thanks of taking care of Gina.”

“Taking care of me!”, Gina near erupts. “Marcie, if you know what these fuckjobs did to me, you would be... okay it would probably turn you on, but that’s beside the point!”

“I doubt that,” Marcie responds as she graciously (well, as graciously as you can when your body consists of 80% breasts) accepts the squid offered by Daphne the Mermaid. An offering of submission clearly. My presence here must have unnerved Daphne greatly.

“Oh, that reminds me!” Daphne exclaims, “I have a present for you! Here!”

Daphne summons a large wrapped gift addressed to Marcie from her inventory. She is so excited to see the look of joy on Marcie’s face. The Royal Portraitist did a really good job capturing Marcie’s egg sacs when he made the Susan cosplay painting. Of course, Marcie’s egg sacs are much bigger now.

And the submission doesn’t stop here either. Next, the mermaid offers Marcie a painting. She framed it in courtesy, but the message is clear. Daphne is practically begging Marcie to spare her.

But do not mistake these overtures as the act of a sniveling coward. By offering these presents publicly, in the presence of the whole wedding reception, Marcie would have to accept or be styled a tyrant.

Furthermore, by dressing Gina in this ludicrous get-up, they managed to preserve a modicum of their own honor.

It is deftly done, really.

Perhaps, she underestimated the mermaid. She is clearly the brains of Harper’s harem. “How very gracious”; Marcie thus responds, her face a polite mask. “But I cannot possibly accept this.”

A too quick acceptance of peace would make her seem weak. At the very least, she will have that Mermaid sweat a little.

Also, the painting is grotesque.

“Sure you can”, Gina grins. “We got plenty of space in the foyer.”

“Oooh, right over the fireplace?” Daphne speculates.

“...I am sure Gina would be most delighted to travel back to your realm once this party has concluded to further our friendship.”

“O-Oi!”

“But that can wait. For now we have a wedding to foil.”

Gina blinks. “What?”

“Circumstances have changed,” Marcie says calmly, “I have decided to make Andrew Cooper my spouse. In order to do so, I cannot allow him to make the biggest mistake in his life.”

Gina just continues to blink.

“In order to do so, I have concocted a scheme that will foil the wedding ceremony. You, mermaid, will assist me and my gratitude shall be profound and large. I may even be convinced to allow you to have Gina for a prolonged amount of ti...”

CHOP!

Gina chops Marcie on the neck. The blonde collapses immediately into the live squid. The squid wraps its tentacles around Marcie’s boobs.

“I suggest we stuff her in there until wedding’s over,” Gina says, pointing towards the fish tank.

Daphne considers it. “We need to make sure Marcie doesn’t drown. Or get eaten by my leftovers. Hmm...”

True Polymorph to the rescue, once again! Daphne casts the spell, and the unconscious Marcie turns into a small stone statue of herself in Susan cosplay, but with her new, bigger egg sacs. The mermaid sticks Marcie in the tank and grabs a breakfast squid.

She starts munching, talking with her mouth full, “Oh, and, you will need a way to turn her back when you get home! Scroll of True Polymorph. Break the seal and concentrate on how Marcie looks. You need to hold onto it for an hour to get it to stick. Here you go, friend!”

Gina grabs the figurine and scroll with a bit too much glee and stuffs them under her top hat. “Cool, If you excuse me, I’ll go grab myself some food that doesn’t want to rape me.”

“Okay, friend!” Daphne shouts, mouth full of squid. Why does Gina think my breakfast squid would want to rape her?

Mona

Mona woke up to something strong and wet pressed against her clit. She is already most of the way towards an orgasm. She instinctively grabs hair and presses the head deeper into her snatch. She squeezes down on the invader between her thighs, refusing to let go. The tongue works harder. Mona moans, then shudders into climax. The tongue keeps licking as she slowly comes down.

Winter: +0 XP (No XP rewarded on extra day; try again later)

Winter crawls up and gives Mona a morning kiss. Mona tastes herself on his lips and likes it. He smiles, “Morning, Mistress.”

“Morning, Winter. Where are Jenny and Kevin?”

“Jenny joined a couple of my mamas on an extra field trip, then she went to grab some morning sun before breakfast. Caoimhe is saving us some seats; she’ll switch to Kevin for the wedding proper. Sexy time shower now or after pastries?”

Mona is torn. On the one hand, sexy time shower. On the other, more of those breakfast pastries. Winter makes the decision for her, which is appreciated.

The shower in the guest rooms of the HH are considerably smaller than the one in the Mistress Suite “back home.” Mona doesn’t mind it, in this case. Winter’s hardish edges press into Mona’s pudgy curves as they squeeze together in the stall. Soon, they are both slick and slippery from the Hotel body wash. She feels his hardness start to develop between her thighs as they wash each other’s hair. While his cock is more cute than impressive, she still gives it just as much attention as she can.

He reluctantly stops the thigh job before he actually explodes cum all between Mona’s legs, to both of their disappointments. They dry each other off with super fluffy Hotel towels. Winter jokes about Mama Daphne’s cake. Mona smiles, reminiscing about how funny Ms. Norah and Ms. Riley’s faces were at the reveal.

“Two CUPS of sugar? Gross!” Mona mimics the mermaid’s Greek accent.

They exit the bathroom, wrapped up in towels and giggling at Mona’s surprisingly good impersonation. Summer is there in a pretty sexy dress, laying out some options for Mona. Winter teases, “I guess Mama insisted that you wear such a frumpy dress?”

That’s a frumpy dress? I can see so much side boob!

“Shut up, bro. You’re matching me. For the Mistress, some dresses to pick from.”

Mona knows she’s lost weight, but she still feels unwilling to show off her body. The dress she picks has a built in corset and covers up quite a bit. She is slightly uncomfortable once it’s laced up, but she likes how it looks like she has a tapered waist. Some makeup, some hair styling, and she is ready to go.

They head to breakfast, where (hopefully?) those pastries await. Caoimhe, dressed like she just rolled out of bed, saved the three of them a seat. Winter ignores the chair saved for him, slipping into the sometimes drow’s lap instead.

“Morning, Mistress.”

“Morning, my cute little sub. Mona, sleep well?”

“Yeah. Did you save me a pastry?”

Caoimhe slides a plate of breakfast over to Mona, who happily grabs one and starts to eat. She does a little happy dance as she savors the excessive carbs. When Jenny takes a seat, Mona greets her, mouth full, “Hi, Jeni. Wan breakfash?”

“How was the trip downstairs?” Winter asks, understandably.

Jenny takes one of the pastries off of Mona’s plate and nibbles on it. “Thanks, Mona. Trip downstairs was… tense, but good.”

“Dauwnstairs?”

“Mona, swallow, then talk,” Caoimhe sighs.

So, Mona does. “Downstairs?”

“It’s a place called the Hollow Garden. A place for eliminated and abandoned contestants of the Hotel. So, a group version of what Tyalangan and Tina did for me. It’s on a different time scale than the Hotel here, but it just so happens that we also arrived at 2 AM? So, most of the residents were asleep. I followed Katherine and met her sister living downstairs. She took her sister busting into her cottage while she was asleep surprisingly well.”

Mona eats and listens to Jenny describe this underground garden. It sounds fascinating. A big fancy garden for those the game grinds up and spits out. A place for them to maybe heal? How many people does the game destroy?

So, they sit and eat and enjoy their morning before the wedding festivities begin.