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 Chloe my daughter was lead down to the master stateroom after her
exhibition top side, her face and body covered in cum and her eyes glazed
in exhausted pleasure, every part of her explored and impaled and mauled
and fondled and she had been superb, eager even, as if all events had led
to this, had brought her to this exalted position as she worked at the
cocks and cunts and jizz and perversions that were thrust onto her, like
she had realized the accumulation of her mother's genes had taken root in
her and that she would not wait to enjoy and embrace them, she wanted the
sensation and full expanse of what her life would offer her in her life as
my wife, my one true soul mate, my one "loved" passion and partner.  She
shied away from nothing, knowing early on that she was a thing of want and
lust and depravity and for her that was how she intended to conduct her
life and servitude to her Lover/Master/Father/Husband/Provider.  She was
sculpted to be a whore wife, a slut hole but also to be the courteous
helping daughter and disciplined companion to him when it came to it,
elegant, well spoken and cultured and intelligent as the situation called
for it.

   She knew as I did that this was a illicit forbidden arrangement between
them and would always be a hidden thing within the "normal" world.  Chloe
also knew that she willingly wanted and ached to spread her legs, mouth,
ass or perform any act for him however or whenever he request or needed. 
Millie accepted her limp body as she was let down and began to "prepare"
Chloe for our morning blessing in an unholy matrimony.  Millie allowed
Chloe to sleep after cleaning her, as later and most of the night would be
spent to "present" her to everyone as my "wife", now and forever more.

   Chloe woke to the feigning taste of a liquid being poured through her
lips and coating her mouth and then oozing into her throat, bruised but not
swollen from the earlier gag session she had performed on the Bull,
actually Chloe had managed to part her throat wider as she pulled his
bulbous thick cunt breaker in, skewering in deeper onto his meaty shaft a
little more each time she plunged forward, but the liquid milked her throat
and soothed it.  It was tangy but mildly delicious as she drank it, a
little at a time as it was fed to her.  She kept her eyes closed, half
dreaming, half wakened, imagining herself an empirical courtesan that was
being pampered and pleased by servants in some court.The drink was thick
but light as it generated a mixture of relief and arousal as it washed
around in her mouth cavity, tingling as she drank the marvelous mix.  She
felt hands on her, slathering on crèmes and potions, but she was so
exhausted from her earlier exposition she merely acknowledged and pressed
upwards to the hands as they coursed over her legs, stomach, shoulders and
tits, her neck.

   A melodic sound played around her and she thought that it was so close
she must have the sounds directly posed inside her ears.  Chloe suckled the
poured liquid, immensely enjoying both the taste and effect, it felt as if
it were drenching her insides as it reached her bloodstream, invigorating
every pour of her skin, sparking every nerve within her, stirring her to a
euphoric pleasant rhythm of pulsating tingling inside and out.  She savored
the feel and still she lay back, running her vision of servants attending
her and polishing her body as well as her soul, the conditioning of an
empress.

   She felt and saw in her mind's eye, preparation exquisitely being
applied and ministrations to mold her to her finest.  She felt a stray hand
lotion up her fuck lips and she stretched up to them, letting the fingers
pull her open and sluice them with a lingering lather, the small numbing
stretching up to her clit, even which seemed to her to be larger and harder
than she remembered.  The drink trickled along her lips and she felt the
sensation flow into her eyes, crystallizing her vision, making her bright
eyes seem even more unbelievably sharp and twinkling bright.

   Her sense of smell was more acute, as was the furtive motions of touch,
the fingers now parting her lip ridges as tight as they were and were
denuding them with some apparatus, cleansing them of hair both outside and
to her, inside.  Her ass hole was probed open as she lifted up from her
small hips towards the fingers working her twat and a mucus tube was
inserted, but it felt wonderful to her and as she let down she ground it in
on the altar she seemed to be stretched across, the probe leaking a viscous
fluid into her bowels, something sticky sweet and powerful as she felt the
effects immediately, warming her.  Chloe never felt so alive and so
empowered, she had vitality and curiosity and vivaciousness all at once, at
her most aware and emboldened.  She fought to open her eyes, but couldn't,
some obstruction was stopping her; but she didn't feel panic, only mere
delight at the nurturing she was getting.  She accepted every touch,
knowing that when her nipples were being burnished with what she imagined
was wax, she twisted wanting to feel the pulling and twisting of
them,encouraged it.

   A few small stings caught her unaware and she slightly flinched but she
settled quickly from the awareness and again urged the unknown hands to
continue, to sculpt her for her eventual marriage and destiny, to be a twat
toy and fuck sleeve for the man that had always cared and loved and
provided and adore her as much as she adored him.  She reeled in the
swirling anxiousness of her impending nuptials, and quivered with the
thought that soon she would be my wife, my precious pump princess that
would forever be perfect and parted for me, enslaved as my carnal cunt hole
and fervently aching to revel in her position of my pubescent model wife. I
watched at the top of the stairs as Millie and Thrya, my other breed whore
prepared my young daughter cunt wife, until I retired to get ready for the
ceremony.  I had gone in and pulled open her cunt lips as Millie preformed
the electro analysis removal of any stubble inside and out of her pink jizz
hole, and licked at my fingers smelling them as I left.

   Chloe felt so good laying back, half in a dream state, half awake. 
Visions came in her mind as she lay there feeling all the magnificent
pleasures working on her body, the small buzzing and the lathering over her
body, but she was defenseless even if she cared to stop it, Millie was
there and she would take care of her.

   She thought back to the partial remembrance of her time in Europe with
her mommy, her beautiful laughing carefree mommy, who would not hesitate to
fling off her clothes and allow anyone watching to see her exquisite body,
or so Chloe still had the vision of that.  She drifted on a narrow euphoria
of having her "go and not come back", as her other Daddy explained it to
her.  Then the immediate rush of change that brought her back to her
"Daddy".  She shifted through the scenes that she had experienced so far
with HIM, the pounding of her slot, the way HE had taken her and molded her
into something her 12 year old mind and body craved, to be HIS, without
question.  In order, she thought, she was a daughter, loved and adored,
with, as yet, unknown cravings for perversions that HE would safely but
assuredly would provide her, a milking mouth and bald slut hole for HIM and
HIS instructions to use as HE saw fit.  A devoted lover and fuck toy for
the experiences that they would create in their life together, side by
side, preciously needing and challenging each other to push deeper into
their "base" depravities together.  A sumptuous team that would join in
exploring HIS crass filthy desires and allowing her to partake as a willing
piece of fuck meat, her tenderness the enticing entry hole, pink and tight
and pure and rimmed for perverse gratification, all of her holes and mind
pliable and young.

   Finally, now, she would be HIS wife, soul mates and her place, a
submissive greedy wanting "toy" for HIM, a "trophy wife" in the truest
sense of the phrase, all of her education provided by the best tutors, her
makeup flawless, her training at being presented in the most cultured
events assured, everything that money could buy for her "sculpting" was
provided her.  Her wardrobe was "personally" chosen to present her either
in the most "innocent" light or in, as she liked, a mixture of nastiness
and wanton display.  Her sexual guidance was at the hands of Millie, the
lewd developments of her budding "wife/whore" persona intensified as time
had gone on, each plateau met by her with overwhelming enthusiasm.

   The next time I would see her, she would be in her bridal "gown", ready
to take vows as my wife before a crowd of guests assembled and whole
heartedly enthusiastic about us joining together as "man and wife".  Many
had had a chance to partake of Chloe the night before and all of them had
congratulated me

   on raising a woman/girl/hole of such pleasure, obedience and
willingness. All agreed that it was both our fate to be joined and that
they either felt immense envy or intense restlessness about how soon she
may be available to any circuit that they may partake in.  I merely laughed
the comments off for Chloe was to be my private whore hole, my dearest
daughter and confidant and purloined pump hole.  The circuit was not for
her, she was to be honored and placed on a limited use basis from now on.
She was to be my wife and how would it look if I let just anyone fuck my
prized daughter/slut wife?  But then how would it look if I didn't?

   Those questions just as quickly evaporated as I roused from the party
taking place top side.  The small skiff had arrived a few hours after Chloe
had been taken down and most of the guests had ever taken to their
staterooms or were just separated into paired groups.  A wife being
serviced by a few select men or a husband himself rooting into his mistress
in the pallid tropical night air, unencumbered by their position or
influence or discreteness.  This was a pleasure yacht in all its meaning, a
stately vessel where nothing seen or done would reach their respective
offices or countries.  Given the hidden cameras on board, I wouldn't allow
it, unless of course, there was direct reason to.

   The small motor of the skiff sputtered and shut down slowly and then she
came aboard, there she was, Avery, the consummate slut.  Red raven haired
and a pleasure hole if ever there was one; she boarded quietly and yet
presented a portrait of pulsating lewdness that was undeniable.

   She wore a small light nothing of a blouse and a pair of tight Capri
pants, heels.  She was lustful and energetic, moving on her own pulsating
lewdness, knowing that she was available and wistful for my cock, she sat
down and let her palm run over my chin and cheek and kissed me, her
perfumed sleek body slithering onto me as we laid back on the deck cushion.
Her red hair hung down as she giggled and let me cup her ass and then
fondle her tits, Avery arched up at me, viewing the other couplings vaguely
over my shoulder, smiling as her blouse parted and her nipples reacted to
me sucking mouth and tongue.

   Even though Chloe was my fiancé/daughter/wife/pubescent princess, I
couldn't resist the exuberance of Avery, a bustling embodiment of bald cunt
meat and young ripe full lips and tits, she was my eager protégé, a nubile
nymphet that had a insatiable thirst for new expressions of her
perversions, willingly giving herself over to any act that would satisfy
her leaking wet twat and mouth, modeling her perfect body for anyone that
would use it, would partake of her spread legs, cunt, ass or mouth, she no
longer cared.  She was resilient and her youth gave her no hesitation, her
reamed out asshole would pucker and be as tight as it had ever been once
the cum load flooded her canal and poured back out later.  Her fuck slot
was always smooth and wet and open as long as there was a need, and no man
that I had introduced her too, could resist pumping into that wet box
relentlessly, or her wet full lips that she allowed open to tempt the
hardened cocks of men she never knew, nor would ever see again, she
devoured cock crème with relish, the larger production of jizz, the better,
never refusing her open throat, nor did it ever raise her weight by an
ounce, she had her metabolism set to high and the sheer energy of getting
fucked and used kept her primed and poised for more.  Not that she was a
complete aficionado of cock and even cunt, she was discrete enough to know
when it was allowed and when the circumstance warranted it, she was the
complete professional, a corporate asset that could function autonomously
on her own to know the limits and know when those limits should and could
be unleashed.

   For the next two hours I entertained my insatiable want for Avery in a
separate cabin room, parading her up and down my shaft and misusing her
open wetness at my leisure while she complied and smiled her mischievous
wicked look up at me, at times rolling her gleaming green liquid eyes back
as she grimaced in orgasm and released need.  It was approaching a hour
before dawn when Millie, whispered in that I needed to prepare, that Chloe
was just finishing and everyone was close to being brought up top, not much
more time.  I wrestled up from Avery and went to the shower and began my
ascent to my "real" marriage, that of my union in name and spirit and flesh
to Chloe, my daughter.

   I remembered seeing the wedding gown that day, as I dressed in my
wedding suit, coal black suit and red

   tie.  I remembered walking in the tailor shop and having the seamstress
unveil it to me.  There in front of me was a veiled white work of art.  The
stitching was so well hidden that it was as if the whole sheath was made
from one piece of material.  The top was slightly padded out to give the
impression of bulging tit form, the beading and lattice filigree so blended
and natural and elegant.

   The waist was perfectly sculpted and thin and sheer, draping out to a
frosted flair that scooped up near the front and darted up to the high
waist in a high V sleeve so that the thighs would be showing, the thigh
tops and the lower stomach in clear view, below that her bald cunt lips,
sweeping back to hang in a soft white lace, to hang at the mid area of her
ass, her lower ass cheeks would be showing below.  My wife, Lindsey's
wedding veil had been modified so that it would fit her blonde wisps of
angel hair and shower over her in a clouded white shroud about her face and
along her shoulders and down her back in a train.  I only was to add a pair
of tight white thigh high stockings with white bows at the back of the knee
and white 3 inch heels.  I may add a pair of sheer lace split crotch
panties, but that would have to be an afterthought, they would not hug her
fuck hole for long if I did.  Her virginal cunt slot would look like a
precious gift, gauzy and available, a candy spun dream of white sugar and
tender flesh, presented to be exalted to her place, to become my wife and
whore.



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   Chloe stood, refreshed and feeling electrically alive in every fiber of
her body, her skin smoothly lathered and bare and her hair, lips and nails
all perfectly pedicured to a fine sheen.  She was alone and took out the
wedding gown and gasped; it was more than what she had ever dreamed for,
perfectly seamlessly stitched and hemmed, for her body alone.  She held it
up to her immaculate body and imagined how gorgeous she'd look and how
proud HE'D be when they met at the altar.

   The stitching was so well hidden that it was as if the whole sheath was
made from one piece of material.  The top was slightly padded out to give
the impression of her bulging tit form, the beading and lattice filigree so
blended and natural and elegant.  The waist was perfectly sculpted and thin
and sheer, draping out to a frosted flair that scooped up near the front
and darted up to the high waist in a high V sleeve so that the thighs would
be showing, the thigh tops and the lower stomach in clear view.  Below that
her bald cunt lips, snuggly sweeping back to hang in a soft bed of white
lace, her lower ass cheeks were showing below.  Her mommy, Lindsey's
wedding veil, had been modified so that it would fit her blonde wisps of
angel hair and shower over her in a clouded white shroud about her face and
along her shoulders and down her back in a train.  She was to only add a
pair of tight white thigh high stockings with white bows at the back of the
knee and white 3 inch heels.  A sheer lace g-string, would complete her
look.  Her virginal-looking cunt slot would look like a precious gift,
gauzy and available, a candy spun dream of white sugar and tender flesh,
presented to be exalted to her place, to become my wife and whore.  There
as she looked at herself was a veiled white work of art.  Pubescent,
tender, flawless, immaculately made up, hairless but for her blonde tresses
on her head, she looked like a priceless vision.  The scent of wafting lust
and fresh rain came off her.  The day had finally arrived, she thought. 
The muddled emotions that were coursing through her, applied by Millie and
Thyra invigorated and invaded her every pore, touch, smell and sight. 
Looking at herself in the mirror after dressing, she throbbed internally to
some sacred rhythm that entranced and enveloped her.  It was faultless, all
of her flesh open and displayed and ensconced in her most virginal fervent
wish, as time ticked away to the ceremony.  She thought that HE'D even be
able to see her heart through the diaphanous gown she wore.  The sunlight
of the first dawn was just starting to come up.

   When Chloe stepped up in the first rays of sunlight to appear over the
ocean horizon, the organist began the wedding song that filled the air. 
There before her was Michael, her lover, father, master and soon to be
husband.  Filling either side of the white carpet that led to the pulpit,
were the guests, all in proper suits and ties and beside them, their own
child whores, some absolutely astounding and flawless, perfectly sculpted
and molded, all dressed in provocative and fashionably expensive designs,
some sheer, some short, but all fashioned to expose their most precious
commodity, their bodies.  But still Chloe was far and away the youngest and
most nubile female of them all and turned out to be the most desirable
flesh that was present.  She stepped up to the podium and joined hands with
Michael on heels that made her close to his height and thrust and exposed
her ass cheeks

   just below the hem.  The guests all could see the wetness gathered in
her barely covered patch.

   The official priest was replaced with a religious monk who'd spent years
in the Vatican as a nobleman, a "presenter" as it were for some of the
ignoble events that were somewhat "hidden" by the orders there at the
basilica, a guide yet a confident to things that transpired in rituals but
were never spoken about.  He was a man of early forties, and ordained and
trained to give the sacrament of "marriage".  This was one that he had
heard of and was contacted and actually was eager to perform.
Minister:
We are gathered here today to take part in the most time-honored
celebration of the human family, uniting a woman and a man in marriage. 
Michael Herron and his daughter, Chloe Herron, have come to witness before
us, telling of their love and passion for each other.  We remember, theirs
is a love whose source is the affection of those who loved them into being.
The joining of her mother to his loins has produced the most astounding
bride and child, Chloe, who now, with full understanding and adoring
admiration, with join her father in holy wedded bliss.  To cherish him and
his needs, to be there for him in times of need, of want and of blind faith
in the bind of their marriage that no harm will befall her.  He, for his
part, will impart to his blessed wife, that her honor between them will no
longer be her role as a loving daughter, but as a wife, the provider and

equal partner in his life, his love, his treasured disciple at love's door.

   He will provide, honor, instruct, and covet his wife, once a vessel for
a daughters love, will now be the vessel which will complete him and will
obey him.  He promises to show her safe passage on the journey they are
partaking of.  He also promises to keep her in richness, in comfort and
concern and yet will encourage her to grow and spread open, letting her
sumptuousness be evident and unashamed.  The cuddling of their union will
lead to the consumption of their covetousness and their shared raw desire.
We remind them that they are performing an act of complete faith, each in
the other; that the heart of their marriage will be the relationship they
create.  In a world where faith often falls short of expectation, it is a
tribute to these two who now join hands and hearts in perfect faith.  In
perfect union and gratitude to one another to realize their unquestioning
love, need and devotion to the undeniable lust and perversion they hope to
achieve together.

   Minister to Groom:

   Michael Herron will you receive Chloe Herron, your daughter, as your
wife?  Will you pledge to her your love, faith and tenderness, cherishing
her with a husband's loyalty and devotion?  Completing her education and
fulfillment best as you know how?
Groom:

   I will.

   Minister to Bride:

   Chloe Herron, daughter and confidant, will you receive your father,
Michael Herron as your husband?  Will you pledge to him your love, faith
and tenderness, cherishing him with a wife's loyalty and devotion?  A
wife's unending needs and luxurious body offered in his service and trust,
his placement of his desires over yours?
Bride:

   I will.
Minister:
Michael and Chloe, receive each other from your fathers and mothers, who
give you into each other's keeping, by saying now, each to the other, words

which will tell of your love.
Groom:
I, Michael, take you, Chloe to be no other than yourself, in all the
ways life may find us, tending you in sickness and rejoicing with you in

health, as long as we both shall live to love.
Bride:
I, Chloe, take you, Daddy Michael to be no other than yourself, in all
the ways life may find us, tending you in sickness and rejoicing with you

in health, as long as we both shall live to love.
Minister:

   Will you now give and receive a ring?

   Bride and Groom: We will.

   Minister turns to Michael with two of three rings, handing him the
first:

   This circlet of precious metal is justly regarded as a fitting emblem of
the purity and perpetuity of the Marriage State.  The ancients were
reminded by the circle of eternity, as it is so fashioned as to have
neither beginning nor end; while gold is so incorruptible that it cannot be
tarnished by use or time.  So may the union, at this time solemnized, be
incorruptible in its purity and more lasting that

   time itself.  Both of these rings symbolize both servitude and sanctity
that will mark your marriage and show the world that you belong with one
another.

   Michael took the first ring from the monk and knelt before Chloe,
holding the small clasp on it open and then pulled at her small vacant
panties and exposed her deliberately denuded cunt lips and pried them open,
so that one lip pulled out, with quick agility her unloosed her silver stud
post and hooked in the 24 karat ring that had just been handed him. 
Michael tugged at it to assure himself that it would remain in place. 
Chloe merely allowed Michael to adjust and tug at the ring without protest.

   The crowd and guests behind them could partially see the golden ring
hang along one side of her cunt lips and shone brightly in the morning sun.
She had shrugged the panties aside and stood with slightly parted legs
before the monk.
Minister:
This ring shall remind you Chloe, of the nature of your marriage but
also will be a reminder of your devotion to and for it.  You will wear
Michaels ring in pride and sacrifice.  You will also wear this particular
ring as a sign of devotion and gratitude to your husband, Michael.  In
subservience and love you will display this ring as an unending circle of

purity and perversion but also performance to his wishes.

   Minister hands the next ring to the Groom, who places it on the Bride's
finger:
Wear this ring forever, Chloe Herron, as a symbol of love and peace and
of all that is unending.  That which is joined today will not be undone. 
No act will be denied and no request turned away.  Your place as your
fathers whore will not be as your husband's fevered princess and wife and

willing partner.

   Minister hands the next ring to the Bride, who places it on the Groom's
finger:
Bride:
I, Chloe Herron, take you, Michael Herron, my father, lover, benefactor,
master , as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter
and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than
yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in
all the ways that life may find us.  I will obey you in all things, in the
unending lust that I have for you, my adoration, my pleasure.  I will obey
you as I am your jizz hole, your fuck toy, cunt meat and blessed wife from

today until eternity ends.

   The Bride places the Groom's ring on his finger and says:

   Michael , I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that
I am, and all that I have, I honor you, my body will be yours, my thoughts
will be with yours, my perversions and yours will be one together, in the
name of our defining sanctimonious God.  In the sanctity of our unholy
union, our need to create a blending of flesh and depravity guided by love
and our devotion to pleasuring and enriching our lives together; may our
lives together begin.  (her tiny sweet voice was amplified by a small
microphone placed on her breast cup.)
Minister:
With this statement made of love and which the trust and freedom of the
other person becomes as significant as the trust and freedom of one's self.
We speak to them of generosity, which gathers the beauty of earth for
riches, and the kindness which turns away the wrath of foolish men and
women.  We speak of each of our hopes for their continued growth through
patience, one for the other.  We speak of our confidence that new levels of
understanding, discovered by them in experiences of sorrow and tribulation,
shall bring ever new surprises of strength and fortitude they do not now

know.

   I now greet them with you as husband and wife.  You may kiss the bride.

   Michael took Chloe in his arms and pulled back the veil partially
covering her face and leaned in and kissed his new pubescent child wife
deeply, her tongue darting back into his mouth and savoring the feel and
taste of him on her as she felt his hands not only cup apart her ass cheeks
but slide beneath and use the new "marriage" ring hanging from her cunt to
part her lips.  Then he slid in his finger while all the guests watched as
the froth of her cum juice seeped out and leak on his knuckles.  She
stepped out her stance wider allowing access and displayed to all her dank
fragrant cunt drippings to the crowd.

   The monk had by now, undone his frock and was fully jerking at his hard
cock watching, touching her hair and shoulders and then her breasts as her
"husband" and her made love to each other's mouth and lips with their
tongues.  (The microphone at her breast sounded out the wet nasty movements
that the "bride" and "groom" were doing." Without hesitation, Chloe put her
one hand on the monks cock and felt under his balls and her other hand felt
her new "husbands" cock shaft in his pants and smiled at how hard and thick
it felt.

   The helicopter blades began to whirr to life and the whole vessel shook
slightly for a moment and as Michael lifted Chloe in his arms, kissed her
as he made his way to the copter pad.  Millie and Thyra were at that moment
joining behind them to carry the vital bags and needed items that would be
applied

   on the "honeymoon".  The crowd al cheered loudly as Michael carried
Chloe across the threshold of the helicopters cabin door into the awaiting
suite aboard that would whisk them away.