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Wedding Night
by Alexa (alexabrowning@yahoo.com)
***
A maid of honor gets revenge on a bitchy bride with
help from some old friends. (MF+/F, nc, bd, enema,
huml)
***
Shelly hummed to herself as she walked into the hotel
lobby. She had a room key already, since she'd been the
one to book the room for the lucky couple. Such a good
Maid of Honor for her cousin! She stumbled getting into
the elevator and took a moment to take off the
ridiculous heels. Who ever thought bridesmaids should
wear three inch heels? And peach taffeta really wasn't
her style either. Not that Stephanie cared. The empty
headed little cunt didn't care about anyone except
herself and her precious 'Stevie'.
Gag, if Shelly had to hear another word about Stephanie
and Steven's picture perfect wedding, she'd vomit right
on Stephanie's hand beaded pumps. She and her cousin
hadn't even spoken more than a couple of times in the
year before Stephanie had insisted Shelly be her maid
of honor at the family reunion.
If there had been a good way to back out, she would
have. But of course Stephanie had made it look like
Shelly was being the bitch when she tried to say she
didn't want to. Like that twat really wanted to 'share
her big day' with Shelly. Right. She just wanted Shelly
close by where Stephanie could rub her nose in it.
Stephanie had always tormented Shelly in high school.
Sure, she pretended they were friends, but she
constantly used her, from making Shelly do her
homework, to spreading rumors about her and taking her
friends. Even fucking Shelly's boyfriends where she
knew Shelly would catch them. Come on, after the first
few times, it was enough!
But not this time. Shelly had planned this night ever
since she'd been manipulated into agreeing to be maid
of honor. She'd come up with a wish list; adding to it
through every dress fitting and bridal shower. She'd
played the perfect friend while that bitch had made her
smart ass comments about Shelly's lack of sex life or
steady guy. Well Shelly might not have a steady guy in
her life, but she did know plenty of guys that
Stephanie had fucked over. And they were all eager to
repay the favor on the prom queen princess.
The elevator dinged for the penthouse suite and Shelly
quickly let herself in with the key card. She had a
good half hour before the happy couple showed up since
she'd driven straight here and they were taking a horse
and carriage ride through the park first. The room was
decorated in dozens of roses and candles. Champagne and
strawberries waited in an enticing display and soft
music played over the hidden sound system. All ready
for a spectacular wedding night. And as Maid of Honor,
Shelly was here to ensure Stephanie had one she would
never forget.
But just in case, Shelly opened the duffle bag she
carried and pulled out a laptop, some miniature
microphones and half a dozen mini cameras with wireless
transmitter capability. Taking an assessing look at the
room set up Shelly carefully placed the cameras where
she was sure to get the best variety of shots. The
microphones were placed in more centralized locations
for clearer sound. Finally, Shelly hooked up the laptop
and checked to make sure each camera and microphone was
transmitting to the computer.
Every bit of the action tonight would be digitally
saved for posterity; or for release on the internet,
whatever! Shelly left the laptop running, but on mute
and slid it far under the dresser against the wall.
She'd pick it up at the end of the night. Not that it
really mattered. All the footage was being sent to her
home computer as well, but this way she could
demonstrate some of the best footage at the proper time
during the evening. Shelly giggled quietly. This was
going to be so much fun. She'd waited a really long
time for this.
Next Shelly walked over to the center display of fruit,
chocolate and champagne. She pulled a small box from
her bag and then removed a syringe and a bottle of
clear fluid. She filled the syringe with the clear
fluid and stripped off the box lid to reveal his and
hers chocolates. Shelly sneered. The lovebirds would
never know the chocolates hadn't been left by the hotel
staff and the cutely scripted 'His' and 'Hers' in white
chocolate would be too sappy for them to resist.
By the way they acted at the reception, they'd probably
feed them to each other. Hah, that was worth a laugh!
Shelly carefully injected the 'His' chocolate with the
clear fluid. Then she withdrew a second syringe and
injected Stephanie's chocolate with a different
mixture. Finally she arranged the chocolates where the
newlyweds couldn't miss them, and replaced her gear.
A little Buspar for Stephie and she'd be just
controllable enough to start. It would wear off after
an hour or so, but by then it'd be far too late. Shelly
snickered again. Some GHB for 'Stevie' and he'd be a
great addition to the party. Shelly knew Steven was
tired of Shelly's bitchiness and complaining already,
but he'd never get the balls to do anything about it on
his own. This way, Shelly was doing him a favor, even
if he wouldn't really remember it in the morning.
Just then her cell phone rang. Shelly glanced at the
screen as she answered and knew what it was
immediately. A quick exchange verified that the lovey
couple was on their way up and then Shelly was muting
her phone and sliding it back into her pocket. One last
glance around and she grabbed the bag and slipped into
the closet.
Minutes later the outer door slammed open and a tuxedo
clad Steven stumbled in with a giggling Stephanie in
his arms. He swung her down onto her feet, (just in
time in Shelly's opinion, although she wasn't averse to
seeing Stephanie dropped on her ass) and slammed the
door behind them. The two spent some time groping and
sucking each other's tongues while Shelly peeked out
the cracked door impatiently. They roamed around the
room, oohing and aahing over the room and finally
(finally!) ending up at the chocolate display.
Stephanie and Steven were even worse than Shelly had
feared. They cooed at each other and even baby talked
before feeding each other the doctored treats.
Shelly grinned and waited. It took only minutes for
Steven to begin showing symptoms and Stephanie followed
minutes later. They stumbled into the adjoining bedroom
and collapsed onto the bed. Shortly, Steven was
drowsing with Stephanie curled against him. Left alone,
they'd probably just sleep the night through and wake
up without knowing the difference. Shelly smirked. Too
bad they weren't going to be left alone. She made a
quick call and then padded to the door in her stocking
feet.
At the soft knock Shelly opened the door to let in
three of Stephanie's 'friends'. Jake and Carl were
cousins who had been three grades ahead of Shelly and
Stephanie. Both men had been left back two grades and
had been a hulking presence even as teenagers; both had
been taunted and mocked incessantly by Stephanie and
her crowd of cock-teasing followers.
They had been inseparable all through school and now
the two worked for the same construction company.
Ronnie had been the geeky outcast in high school and
even years later he remained scrawny and unremarkable.
Luckily for them all, though, Shelly's cousin had dated
Ronnie briefly and had told some wild tales. Shelly had
called him up where he was manage of a small theater in
town and laid it on the line. He'd admitted to having
more 'exotic' tastes and agreed to provide some
supplies in exchange for a chance to get back at his
high school tormenter.
The three men deposited their bags next to the love
seat and all four continued over to the dozing couple.
Shelly shook Stephanie's shoulder gently, then rougher.
"Hmm?" Stephanie began to rouse. Shelly tugged on her
hand. "Come on, Steph. Let's get you ready." Stephanie
was pulled up off the bed and stumbled after Shelly
into the other room.
The three men quietly secured Steven to the bed for
later and pulled the door closed as they left. In the
main room Stephanie was giggling in Shelly's face.
"Didn't you love the wedding, Shell? You know, I wanted
you there especially 'cause I know you won't be having
anything anywhere as nice." She laughed lightly. "That
is, if you even find a man. It must be so sad to be
you. I can have any man I want."
Shelly smiled over Stephanie's shoulder at the three
men watching and looked back into the glazed blue eyes.
"You know what Stephie, you're right. You can have any
man you want. And since you've been so nice to me, I
wanted to give you an extra special wedding gift." She
gripped the blonde's shoulders and turned her to face
the watching men. It took Stephanie a moment to
recognize the men and then connect them with what was
going on. She blinked, coming out of her drug haze.
"What are you losers doing here?" She demanded.
"Now Stephie," Shelly slid her hands down the long
beaded sleeves. "That's not very welcoming. Maybe if we
help you get a little more comfortable." She gripped
both wrists and jerked her cousin's arms behind her
back. Stephanie let out a startled yelp, but had no
time for more as Ronnie stepped up with wide black
leather cuffs. He buckled the cuffs with a practiced
hand despite the cursing and struggling of the bride.
As the struggling blonde realized her predicament she
began yelling and kicking. Shelly brought her around
with a quick yank and cut off the sound with a solid
slap. While her cousin gasped with shock Shelly pushed
into her face. "Listen up, bitch," she snapped. "We've
had enough of you shaking your ass and turning your
nose up at all of us. It's time you know just who's in
charge."
"Let me go now, Shelly! You can't..." Shelly gripped
the blonde's jaw harshly and ignored the tears that
appeared in the wide eyes. "I'll tell you how this is
going to happen. You are going to do exactly what we
say or we can wake up little Stevie and let him find
you being gang fucked by your friends here. Who do you
think he'll believe? His new wife's 'maid of honor' and
his own eyes? Or his lying, cheating whore of a wife?"
Stephanie began to sob softly and sagged in her
captor's grip. Shelly smiled coldly and shoved the tall
girl backwards into the arms of the two cousins. The
two each gripped an arm and dragged her over to the
ottoman. Shelly stood by as hulking cousins forced the
slender blonde to her knees at the end of the stool and
bent her forward over it. Stephanie seemed to panic at
that point and began kicking. Her slight build was no
match for the two men and they each held her with one
hand one each arm and one hand on each leg.
Without missing a beat, Ronnie came over with ankle
cuffs. He busied himself under the long dress for a
minute before calling to Shelly. Having talked over the
night well in advance, Shelly knew exactly what was
needed. She quickly handed over the bar which was
clipped between the ankle cuffs. "What are you doing to
me?" Stephanie's voice quavered with fear.
Ronnie ignored her as he pulled rope from one of the
bags and efficiently strapped her to the padded ottoman
itself. This way her cunt and ass were accessible, but
her head was free as well. After a quick check he
nodded and stepped back. There was rustling and strange
noises as he began laying out supplies just out of
Stephanie's rang of vision. The two larger men released
their grip and moved to stand behind her.
Shelly moved around to the front and looked down at her
bound cousin. "Not quite so fucking perky, now are we?"
She leaned down and spoke softly. "I want you to know
that you deserve everything you're going to get
tonight. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of
watching you get it." She smirked again and nodded to
the men.
Jake stepped up first. Gathering the folds of the full,
beaded wedding gown he rolled up the skirt and under-
layers until they could be draped up over Stephanie's
hips, revealing the silky white stockings, garter belt
and red thong! "Well, well," He tugged the rear string,
pulling it deeper between the round, pale cheeks of her
ass.
"A little surprise for the groom? Guess we'll just have
to let him know what he missed." Laughing, he brought
his hand down sharply. The crack brought a yelp from
Stephanie and she renewed her struggles with the ropes.
Jake, Carl, Ronnie and Shelly watched avidly as the
action caused her ass to jiggle enticingly. Already a
faint pink handprint was rising against the white skin.
Perfect.
Sighing, Shelly eased onto the seat where she could see
everything and be comfortable. She grinned. It was
going to be a long night. Stephanie was continuing to
put up a fuss and Ronnie was apparently tired of
listening to it, cause he grabbed a handful of that
carefully styled blonde hair and yanked back hard
enough to curve her spine sharply. While he was fitting
the bitch with a latex cock gag the cousins behind her
were admiring how the curve to her spine made her ass
perk up and out even more than usual.
Looked like they couldn't wait either. No sooner was
the gag buckled on and Ronnie let her head drop than
Jake landed another whack on those firm buns.
Stephanie's head reared up again and a muffled yell
sounded through the gag, but nowhere near enough to
reach or alarm anyone. Besides, this was the honeymoon
suite!
Jake continued spanking Stephanie's ass; alternating
from cheek to cheek. The pink tint gradually eased into
a brighter red and each smack caused the fleshy globes
to shake. Stephanie's noises became louder and more
desperate; interspersed with sobs and gulps of air
through her nose. Finally Jake stopped and stepped
back, shaking the slight numbness from his palm.
Reaching out a hand to rest on the abused ass, Carl
grinned up at his cousin. "Man, I thought that ass was
hot before." He snickered at his own joke. "Guess it's
my turn next." Stephanie's semi-relaxed form was
suddenly rigid with tension again and more muffled
protests sounded. Ignoring her, Carl reached out for
the knotted whip held out to him by Ronnie. It was
comprised of a wrapped, braided handle and half a dozen
medium length leather cords.
Shelly hummed with anticipation and couldn't resist
rubbing it in to her bitchy cousin. "I can't wait to
see this used on those melons you call breasts,
Stephie, but that will have to come later." Stephanie
turned her head to look at Shelly with begging, tear-
filled eyes. Shelly smiled softly. "See Steph, Jake
really wants to fuck you in your wedding gown, so Carl
had to find a more creative way to administer this
part. I think you'll appreciate it better this way,
though."
Stephanie's eyes had widened as she spoke and panic
rose in her eyes as Carl move to straddle her body,
facing her feet. The bound bride struggled to see what
was happening, but couldn't turn her head far enough
with her arms cuffed behind her. However, it meant she
still had her head turned in Shelly's direction and so
Shelly had the best view of her expression when Carl
raised the whip high and lashed down between the crease
of her ass and thighs. A moment of shock bleeding into
agony as a wail rose from her throat. Shelly wiggled on
the sofa, panties starting to soak through with her
pussy juices.
Carl stopped in disgust after the first strike. "This
isn't working right." He looked at Ronnie. "Can you do
something about her legs? And the thong's gotta come
off." "Gotcha," Jake simply reached down and yanked
hard, the scrap of red satin coming free easily.
Stephanie squealed again and Shelly began to rub
herself through the awful peach dress.
Ronnie quickly attached wide cuffs at the top of each
calve, just below the knee and directed Jake to hold
one ankle as he detached the ankle bar. He adjusted the
bar to about
30 inches and reattached it to the higher cuffs. Then
the two shoved a smaller nearby footstool under the
center of the bar, effectively lifting and spreading
the creamy white thighs.
Finally satisfied with the result Carl lashed the
leather cords again. This time it landed firmly between
spread legs with a sharp snap. The bound body surged in
its captivity; writhing and shrieking. Her tormentor
set a steady rhythm, striking each thigh and landing
each third blow directly on the crease of the reddened
ass, letting the knotted ends curl through to land on
the plump pussy lips. Stark white lines appeared then
filled to a dark red punctuated with rough round marks.
The spectators gloried in the sheer expression of
violence. The unrelenting swing of the lash; the crisp
snap of leather on tender flesh; the high pitched
screams interrupted only by gasps for air.
Shelly moaned softly and rocked herself forward into
her rubbing fingers. She fully intended to have her
dear cousin eat her out at least once tonight, but
there was no reason not to give her a wet welcome at
the door, right? The whipping continued; accompanied by
the shrill screaming. Stopping abruptly, Carl rubbed
his calloused palm roughly over the raised welts,
drawing more moans from the lucky bride. Using the same
hand he took a moment to adjust his hard bulge.
Ever impatient, Jake yanked the stool from beneath the
spreader bar and pushed the long legs back to kneeling.
Ignoring the muffled moaning he moved over to the
blonde head, opening his pants. He pulled Stephanie's
head up to face his thick 9 inch cock as he stroked it
roughly. "See this, bitch? It's going in that tight
bridal cunt of yours. Now you can wet it for me or I
can do you dry, your choice. Scream or bite and it's
going up your ass instead. You understand me?" He shook
the blonde head harshly.
Stephanie only sobbed, but the man took that as
agreement and he unbuckled and removed the rubber
phallus. Immediately he fed his dripping cock to the
weeping blonde. With a good grasp on her hair and one
broad hand wrapped around the base of his tool he
thrust slowly, admiring the stretch of the plump lips
around his cock. Almost as good as the tears that
continued to fall from dewy blue eyes, across flushed
cheeks to drip onto the table below. "Use your tongue,
stupid bitch."
Stephanie whimpered but obeyed, rubbing her tongue
against the underside of the thick cock. Jake groaned.
This was almost enough to bring him off just from
watching the humiliated ex-prom queen, but he tore
himself away forcefully.
Fisting his wet cock he moved around and dropped to his
knees behind the sobbing bride. He fingered the swollen
and welted pussy lips carelessly, rubbing his leaking
cockhead against the soft heat. Stephanie sobbed. "No,
please, no. Please don't do this, please, I-Aaaagh!"
Her pleading broke off as he gripped her hips and
slammed forward, forcing three inches into her tight,
dry cunt. The howling continued as he drew back
slightly, the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock.
He pushed back unrelentingly, driving another two
inches deeper into the writhing girl. He paused for a
second.
"Oh man, you guys have got to feel this. She's tight as
a virgin and we know that's not you, right bitch? You
gave it up plenty, didn't you?" Stephanie began moaning
and pleading onto deaf ears. "Didn't give it up to us,
though, did you? No," He pushed forward another inch.
"We weren't good enough for Princess Stephanie." He dug
his fingers into the curvy hips and slammed forward,
sinking to the hilt in her heat. The bride's shrieks
and cries made a wild accompaniment to his deep thrusts
and short jabs. He began driving himself toward a
powerful cum, deep in his favorite high school fantasy
bitch.
Off to one side his cousin started cheering him on.
Having grabbed a beer from the wet bar, Carl alternated
long drinks with crude commentary. "Do the bitch, Jake!
Show her how it's supposed to feel! Damn well know her
little pussy boy won't be giving it to her like she
needs it." Shelly watched her cousin's rape avidly,
rubbing herself to her first orgasm of the night. She
bucked in her seat before subsiding with a sigh. This
was definitely worth all the planning, and they were
just getting started.
The slap of flesh on flesh came sharper and faster as
Jake surged up the peak. Sweat gleamed on his skin and
he grunted roughly as he slammed deep into the clinging
heat. He sank his fingers deep into the soft flesh
again and pushed deep, pouring thick hot cum into
Stephanie's pussy channel. Finally he pulled free,
shiny globs of spunk clinging to his cock. With one
hand Jake scooped up the mess and rubbed it carelessly
over the reddened and striped ass in front of him.
Patting the swollen flesh sharply he shoved himself to
his feet and moved back, tucking his cock inside his
jeans.
"Whew, quite a ride," Jake gladly accepted the beer
held out by his cousin, taking a long drink. By this
time Carl, Shelly and even Ronnie had started on a
second or third beer. "You have got to try that out!"
Ronnie just quirked the odd half-smile that he always
did, but Carl decided to take him up on it. Settling
down behind the sobbing blonde he wasted no time,
plunging his own 10 and a half inches into the leaking
hole.
Stephanie started bawling louder. Carl pulled out
fully, then sank in straight to the hilt a few more
times. The crying cunt got quieter as her rapist slowed
to a halt, fully embedded in her soaking twat. Carl
released one hip and brought his wide palm down sharply
on the swollen ass. With a high screech Stephanie began
bucking and twisting under him. "Yeah," he laughed,
continuing the cruel spanking. "That's more like it!"
He set a brutal rhythm punctuated with the crack of
hand on ass and pleading squeals and cries.
The soppy wet cunt walls rippled and tightened around
his hard cock as he rode her to completion. Each smack
to the reddened ass caused the flesh to jiggle under
his hand, making the ride a hot visual as well as
physical. Shelly was coming for the second time just as
Carl drove deep and groaned, spewing a rush of cock
slime deep into the lucky bride.
He slid out an in a few inches, enjoying the smooth,
wet slide, before easing out with an obscene slurp. Cum
immediately began dripping out from between the
stretched cunt lips. He gave another sharp slip to the
abused ass. "Hey, tighten up that hole, bitch. No
appreciation for what you're given at all."
He laughed and got to his feet. His still hard cock
dripped with the mixed juices. "Look here, she's made a
helluva mess." Carl reached down and pulled the skirt
of the ivory wedding dress free. Careful of the
glittering sequins and pearls he wiped the mix of cum
and pussy juices off on the gown, before tossing it
back across her tied hands.
Sherry giggled. "Yeah, man. Give the drycleaner
something to work on. Cause she's gonna want to
remember this night forever. Won't you, Stephie?"
Again, she was careful to use what she knew was the new
grooms favorite pet name for his bride. Let her explain
why she flinched every time he used it from now on.
Next Ronnie stepped up to look at the dripping pussy
critically. "No offense, gentlemen," he said in his
level tones, "But I think I'll try something a little
different." Circling to the front of the bound girl he
pulled his own hard 8 ½ inch cock free of his pants.
Stroking it lightly with one hand he pulled Stephanie's
head upright and pushed the fat head against her lips.
"Suck it, and it better be good or I'll find other ways
to play." Ronnie's flat expression and flat tone always
freaked Shelly out just a bit. Except for the black,
dilated eyes and the fat hard-on you wouldn't even know
he was aroused at all. Now watching him feed his cock
to her bitchy cousin made goose bumps rise on her skin.
Once Stephanie had taken in a fair length of Ronnie's
cock he released his grip on her hair, forcing her to
actively strain her muscles to keep her head up. He
thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, pushing more and
more of his length forward with each thrust. Stephanie
whimpered as she fought to raise her head more, trying
vainly to avoid the cock moving into her throat.
The ropes holding her, however, prevented her from
drawing back more than a few inches from where she was
already, presenting even more of a direct line for
Ronnie's thrusts. After several long minutes of the
slow pace, Ronnie nodded toward Jake, who pulled a
skinny, three foot long piece of bamboo from one of the
bags. He moved into position beside the bound girl.
Ronnie slowed to a halt with half his length embedded
in the wet mouth. He tugged the blonde head up to meet
his eyes and spoke softly. "I like a little more
enthusiasm from my holes, so Jake is going to give you
a little incentive." She tried to pull her head away,
but Ronnie held her pinned. Slowly he pulled his cock
out to rest against her lips.
At his nod, Jake drew back and smacked the bamboo rod
against the back of her upper thighs, just above the
top of her white stockings. Ronnie rode out the
vibrating scream that came from the mouth pressed to
his cock head. The others admired the clean line left
on the white thighs.
Ronnie smiled down at the sniveling girl. "He stops
when you make me come." His grip on her hair tightened
painfully. "If I feel your teeth at all, you'll really
wish I hadn't. Understand?" Wide, teary blue eyes
begged silently, but she nodded. Without waiting he
rammed his cock into the warm mouth and began thrusting
casually, his balls banging against her chin with every
stroke.
Jake grinned over at him and drew back the rod. Again
and again the sharp, rhythmic smacks fell against the
creamy thighs. Stephanie screamed and shrieked, then
finally began sucking and licking the hard cock
frantically; trying to will the quick end to her agony.
Ronnie's eyelids fell closed as he rode out the
sucking, vibrating ecstasy.
Sherry had drawn her stocking feet up onto the love
seat and was half-reclined to get a better view of the
dark red lines crossing Stephanie's thighs. Jake
carefully laid down a pattern of parallel lines from
the tops of her thighs to just above the knee on each
side. Then he began a cross pattern; making white
diamonds appear trimmed in red. Each strike landed
firmly, temporarily sinking into the soft, fleshy
thighs deeply. Sherry moaned as more pussy juices
soaked her panties.
Ronnie began to thrust faster, the spunk in his balls
beginning to boil towards completion. Knowing what was
about to happen, Jake began striking faster, the
springy bamboo rod landing randomly on thighs and ass.
Stephanie, eyes clenched shut, sucked frenziedly with
alternating shrieks.
Finally Ronnie froze, rigid; as his thick, sticky spunk
filled the bride's hot sucking mouth. Jake made one
last hit on the lower curve of the soft ass and
stopped. Ronnie slowly stepped back, allowing his
softening cock to pull from the swollen, pouting lips.
There was a pause. And then it happened.
Stephanie let out a disgusted gurgle and spit the thick
wad of come onto the floor in front of Ronnie. Shelly
jerked upright and everyone froze, looking from the
still gagging blonde to Ronnie's blank, still
expression. Then the younger man scowled. "You just
made a big mistake, cunt." Stephanie looked up sharply
and her face paled as she suddenly realized her error.
"I-I-I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, please,
please. Don't hurt me anymore, please. Just let me go,
I'm sorry."
Ronnie smiled down at her, that expression almost more
frightening than the angry one. "Get me the bottle of
champagne. It's time we celebrated." For a moment
Stephanie stared up at him in confusion, but when Jake
moved to get the bottle she realized he hadn't been
talking to her at all. Ronnie walked over to one of the
bags and removed a short thronged flogger and another
object Stephanie couldn't make out. He handed the
flogger to Carl and got down on his knees next to the
perky, upturned ass.
Stephanie couldn't see what was going on, but Sherry
could and she started rocking the round bolster pillow
against her crotch. Ronnie had pulled a large, purple
butt plug from the bag. It was approximately 5 ½ inches
long with round bulges gradually increasing in size
until the largest, 3 inches wide, then narrowed back
down before the wide lip. It had an attached 'T' handle
like the handle of a corkscrew. Sherry rocked faster,
moaning in anticipation. Ronnie was an artist like
this. She was so glad he'd agreed to join them.
Facing Ronnie across the spread ass, Jake held out the
bottle of champagne. "One minute," Ronnie murmured
softly. He slowly pushed the first few inches of the
butt plug into the soppy wet cunt, twirling and coating
it in the thick jism. Stephanie started up again with
her litany of pleading and moaning, but no one
responded.
Ronnie unhurriedly pushed the butt plug in and out;
just a couple of inches. Then he lingeringly dragged
the dripping tip of the plug back and up along the soft
stretch of skin leading to the tight rosebud.
Stephanie's protests came louder as he began to put
pressure on the taut closed ring.
She clenched her ass as best she could; the muscles
rippling under the reddened skin, but the little hole
was forced to give way before his unrelenting force.
The moaning protests became sharp squeals and shrieks
as the butt plug sank in an inch or two. The helpless
cunt began writhing and bucking, trying to force the
invasive object out of her tender hole.
Ronnie slapped the striped thigh in front of him as a
warning and pulled the plug from the slightly loosened
ring. He arched an eyebrow at Jake. "Shake it. Hard.
And don't point it at anything. The cork is going to
come out like a bullet. When it pops, hand it to me
quick."
Jake grinned and began shaking the bottle vigorously.
After a few moments the cork popped loudly and
champagne spewed as he passed the bottle to Ronnie.
Without missing a beat Ronnie tilted the erupting
bottle and forced the narrow glass neck into
Stephanie's anal canal. The force of the foaming
carbonation propelled the chilled liquid up into her
intestines.
Shelly was rapt as Stephanie threw back her head and
howled. She twisted and writhed, trying to dislodge the
bottle. Ronnie held the bottle with both hands and
shoved hard, forcing another two inches into the
gripping channel. The champagne continued to foam and
spurt through the narrow neck. Stephanie sobbed as the
cold liquid surged in her guts. Pressure began to build
painfully and, tied as she was, she was unable to
straighten out to relief the pain.
Ronnie pushed again, forcing another inch into the anal
canal. Stephanie squealed and renewed her pleading and
sobbing. With four inches of the bottle neck sunk in
her hole Ronnie braced both hands on the base of the
bottle and slammed it in up to the wider curve of the
glass. Smirking grimly he continued driving the bottle
farther, watching as the narrow ass ring stretched
farther and farther. Stephanie shrieked and kicked,
almost the full bottle of champagne now stretching her
intestines.
Ronnie tilted the bottle sharply, forcing the last bits
into the stretched canal. He nodded at Jake, who
grasped the bottle with both hands, holding it as it
was. Ronnie grabbed the butt plug and held it at the
ready. "Okay. Yank it." Jake wrenched the bottle out in
one swift move and Ronnie forced the plug in to the
hilt. Stephanie gave another high pitched yowl.
She began digging her feet into the carpet in an
attempt to lift herself off the ottoman and relieve the
cramping pressure. She could feel the fizzing bubbles
in her guts and the continuing release of the gases
only increased her agony; forcing the gas and liquid
further and further into her intestines.
Ronnie stood up casually and moved to untie the ropes
binding the girl to the ottoman. He directed Jake and
Carl to pull her to her knees and each take an arm as
he unhooked the cuffs from her wrists. "Let's get this
off," he soothed as he unzipped the beaded gown and
pulled it from one arm at a time. Ronnie tugged the
material off the large, firm tits, past the swollen
abdomen and over her hips as the cousins reattached the
cuffs.
Stephanie continued to sob as the three manhandled her
out of the wedding dress and tossed it to one side. She
knelt, spreader bar in place, wearing only her white
garter belt and stockings. Belly swollen with the
increasing pressure of the champagne, the cold of the
liquid was causing spasms and cramps to wrack her
frame. Being upright relieved some of the pressure
initially, but also allowed the liquid and gases to
force its way deeper through the twists of her
intestines.
"Here," Ronnie spoke again. "Let's get you more
comfortable. He removed the spreader bar, but left the
wide cuffs as they were; at ankle and above the knee.
Stephanie immediately shifted her legs together, glad
of the easing of tension in at least one part of her
abused body. She was relieved by the sudden kindness.
Perhaps Ronnie had had second thoughts and was going to
let her go now. Her eyes were hopeful.
"You need something to get the taste out of your mouth,
don't you?" At Stephanie's hesitant nod Ronnie turned
away to pull four bottles of water out of the small
refrigerator. Removing their tops, he sat them down on
the nearby table and went to one of the bags.
Returning, he put a funnel down next to the bottles and
held up a length of rubber tubing.
Stephanie's eyes were wide and panicked. She clenched
her teeth together, shaking her head as Ronnie reached
for her. He slapped her, casually, viciously; red marks
springing up on her face immediately. She sobbed as her
gripped her jaw and pressed in brutally on each side,
forcing her mouth to open. Curving his fingers around
from beneath he slowly fed the tube into her mouth. She
gagged momentarily as it hit the back of her throat,
but Ronnie was relentless, not stopping until the
tubing was stretched far into her stomach.
Ronnie released his grip on her jaw, allowing her to
close her mouth. Stephanie was horrified. Her throat
muscles rippled visibly as she swallowed again and
again around the plastic invading her guts. Ronnie let
the tubing dangle grotesquely as he picked up the
funnel.
The terrified girl could only watch as he returned and
stepped close. He gave the dangling plastic a slight
tug, smirking as he attached the funnel to the foot and
a half of tube left hanging. With the funnel in one
hand he picked up one bottle of ice cold water and held
it up before her face. "I bet," he murmured
thoughtfully. "I bet you wish you'd swallowed." He
upended the bottle over the funnel, watching as the
first sixteen ounces poured through the tubing into her
stomach.
Stephanie gave a guttural moan around the tubing in her
throat and squirmed all she could. Finally she
discovered she could clench her teeth against the
tubing and stop the flow of water. Ronnie watched the
suddenly stable level of water in the funnel, then
turned to her coolly. Seeing the development Jake began
to reach for her jaw, but Ronnie shook his head.
"Wait."
Quickly Stephanie's jaw began to cramp and she had to
release the tubing. After a few seconds she again
clamped down, but for an even shorter period this time.
Only her greatest effort could compress the plastic
enough to stop the flow and the four watching were
enjoying her futile struggle.
Jake and Carl began groping her D-cup size breasts,
pinching and pulling at her nipples until they stood
out in tight peaks. Jake trailed a hand down to fondle
the raped pussy, tickling the lips and tugging the clit
out of its hood. Carl ran a hand down her hot spanked
ass, ending by twisting the handle back and forth in
small half circles and pushing it forward and back
playfully against the tight grip of her anal ring.
Against Stephanie's best efforts and low whining Ronnie
slowly fed the rest of the sixty-four ounces into her
gut. Her stomach gradually became more distended, like
watching the beginning of a pregnancy in fast forward.
Finally Ronnie stopped and watched the last trickle run
down the tube. He rubbed a firm hand over the bloated
body, drawing another groan from deep within.
He massaged her throat gently with one hand and looked
directly into her pained blue eyes. "I'm going to draw
the tube out now. If you throw up I'll make you lick it
up and then we'll do this again with twice as much." He
gripped the plastic and slowly drew it up from her
depths. Stephanie's throat spasmed repeatedly as it was
removed, but she was able to stop herself from
vomiting.
Finally it was out and Ronnie tossed it aside
carelessly. Stephanie whined deep in her throat. Her
intestines were cramping and the bubbles felt like
something was crawling around in there. Now her stomach
was fuller than she could ever remember being before.
The two larger men continued to fondle and abuse her
body at different points, occasionally running rough,
heavy hands down over her distended abdomen, increasing
the pressure. After a moment or two Stephanie began to
adjust to the strain as best she could.
Ronnie turned to Shelly. "Throw me that." He pointed
and Shelly tossed him the oversized bolster pillow.
Ronnie moved around and tossed it to the floor behind
Stephanie. "Just one more touch." He bent quickly and
clipped the ankle cuffs together. Shoving the ottoman
out of the way Ronnie directed Jake and Carl to slowly
lean the girl back over the round pillow.
On her knees, with legs bound and the pillow braced
just where her hands were cuffed at her lower back, the
lean caused her body to arch upward painfully. The
strain on her already cramping abdomen caused her to
moan incessantly. She spread her thighs as much as
possible in an attempt to relieve the pressure. The
curve of her spine forced her tits forward, presenting
them to the view of her four captors. Her head dropped
back; blonde hair dragging across the expensive carpet.
Secure in Stephanie's position for the moment, Ronnie
moved to the equipment bag once more. He pulled out a
crop and handed it to Jake. With a wave of his hand he
offered the spread girl to the two cousins. Ignoring
the soft whimpering from the tortured blonde the men
took their positions. Jake crouched near her hips while
Carl was careful to stand on the long blonde hair while
facing her feet. With a glance at each other both drew
back and struck.
Jake landed the crop between her spread thighs, the tip
biting into the plump pussy lips. Carl slashed the
flogger down against her right tit, the ends of the
straps wrapping around the fleshy curves. Stephanie
shrieked and writhed. Because of the boots standing on
her hair she was unable to raise more than an inch or
two. She struggled to bring her thighs together, but
was stretched to tightly by her cramping abdomen, as
well as the carefully placed pillow.
Jake continued to pop her carefully on the pussy lips
and inner thighs. Occasionally he would aim at her
exposed clit. His aim wasn't the greatest, but when he
hit on it the shrieks were delightfully agonized. She
trembled and twisted as much as possible, adding to the
visual feast. He tended to strike randomly, denying her
any possibility of anticipating the blows. Laughing, he
took a moment to press in on her stomach painfully
before resuming the strikes.
Carl, on the other hand, had a more rhythmic approach.
He alternated between the luscious tit flesh and spread
his blows to cover the entirety of the fleshy mounds.
Now and then he would stop and mash or twist them or
pinch the swollen nipples. The squealing and begging
were fantastic. The two continued on until the pussy
lips and clit were red, swollen and tender and the tits
were two tortured bags of meat.
Finally Ronnie moved back forward and the two cousins
stepped back again. The moaning and sobbing from the
tormented bride were unstopping at this point. Ronnie
took the tools from the other men and tossed them onto
a nearby table. He nodded at Shelly with that weird
half smile of his. Shelly grinned and moved over to her
cousin's head. She bent down and stroked a hand down
Stephanie's cheek, wet with tears and sweat.
"Oh, Stephie. It hurts doesn't it?," she asked, cooing.
Getting no response from the sniveling blonde Shelly's
eyes narrowed. She ran her hand down over one throbbing
tit, pinching the nipple in passing, and rested her
hand on the swollen abdomen. As Stephanie continued
crying Shelly pressed down on the bloated flesh,
gradually harder and harder.
The whining bride began giving little gasps of pain
amid more begging and moaning. Not satisfied Shelly
sneered, "You thought you were the Queen Bitch of
everything, didn't you?" She raised her hand and
slammed it down on the engorged stomach. Stephanie
howled and twisted fruitlessly. "Pay attention when I'm
talking to you, cunt!" Shelly spread her hand wide,
gripping the swollen flesh and shook it viciously. "It
hurts doesn't it?" She asked again.
"Yes, yes, it hurts, please, Shelly, please stop. Just
let me go, please, it hurts," Stephanie managed to sob
out as a reply. Shelly gentled her touch, rubbing over
her abdomen mockingly. "I'm going to help you out,
cuz." Straightening up she moved to straddle the
blondes head facing the opposite direction. She drew up
her dress around her waist, exposing her soppy pussy
lips, having disposed of her panties earlier.
"You're going to eat me out, Princess. Make me come and
we'll let you let the water out. But don't worry, cause
you'll get to work at it until you get it right."
Grinning meanly, Shelly crouched, lowering herself onto
her horrified cousin's face. She pressed her dripping
core over Stephanie's face. When the blonde tried to
twist her head away, squeezing her eyes closed, Jake
stepped up and lashed the crop down into her exposed
pussy. The resulting scream vibrated against Shelly's
cunt, making her moan in delight.
"Yeah, Jake. Do that again." Another high pitched
scream. Shelly rocked against the blonde's face. "Ooh,
yeah. If she's not going to help herself, we'll have to
help her get me off, I guess." One more strike and
Stephanie sobbed in resignation and gingerly extended
her tongue to run along the puffy pussy lips.
Stephanie was doing somewhat of a lackluster job until
Ronnie applied some pressure to her engorged abdomen as
an incentive. The blonde then revealed she was at least
no stranger to sucking cunt. Long licks alternated with
smaller laps at the swelling clit. The lithe tongue
slid deep inside and drew over the outer and inner
lips. Shelly moaned and rocked, the bride's talented
mouth drawing her closer to coming.
Finally Stephanie closed her lips over the enlarged
clit and sucked hard. Shelly shrieked in delight and
ground her spasming cunt onto her cousin's face. "Drink
it, lap it up, you slut!" Stephanie moaned, but sucked
and lapped at the flowing juices as ordered. When the
last of the tremors had passed Shelly allowed the girl
to lick her clean before she climbed off of her.
Stephanie lay in misery, cruelly bound and stretched.
Her body filled to bursting with water and champagne;
her cunt and tits beaten and aching; her face streaked
and coated in girl juices. The three men gave Shelly a
moment to compose her self before acting. Finally
Shelly straightened her dress, grabbed a drink from her
abandoned beer and grinned over at the three smirking
men. Ronnie looked at Shelly, then Stephanie and nodded
to Jake and Carl.
The two larger men each grasped an arm and lifted the
bound girl to her feet. She groaned as they dragged her
into the large bathroom, leaving her ankles clipped
together. Rather than carry her to the toilet they
stood her in the tiled shower stall. Ronnie moved up to
the shuddering girl and attached a loop of rope to the
handle of the butt plug. Pushing her toward the rear of
the stall Ronnie backed up and with a vicious yank he
pulled the plug free.
A yowl accompanied the outpouring of champagne and
shit. The mixture poured down her legs and splashed
around her feet. She cringed in disgust and jerked
away. With her ankles bound and wrists cuffed behind
her she lost her balance. The four tormenters laughed
as she fell face down in the mess and floundered
around. Gagging from the smell, she began vomiting;
chunky spew and watery bile poured from her throat in a
seemingly never ending rush.
She choked and vomit forced its way out her nose as
well. Eventually her heaving trailed off to spitting
and dry heaves. Spurts of liquid interspersed with
long, noisy farts continued to erupt from her ass as
she lay there, finally lessening to a trickle. The four
spectators watched the sobbing cunt soak in her own
waste for a while before Ronnie reached to turn on the
water.
"Wait," Shelly stopped him. "Just unhook her hands."
Ronnie looked back at her curiously, but carefully
leaned over and unfastened the cuffs without comment.
Stephanie immediately pushed herself up to a sitting
position, half her body covered in the shitty mess
mixed with vomit. "Unfasten your ankles," Shelly
ordered. Hands trembling, Stephanie separated the ankle
cuffs as quickly as she could and struggled to her
feet.
She looked fearfully at her previously mocked cousin.
Shelly reached behind her and drew out the white
wedding gown. "If you want cleaned off, use this." She
tossed the gown to Stephanie who caught it and stared
down at it in despair for a moment. Resigned, she began
wiping the vomit and shit off her body with her $3,000
hand-beaded wedding gown.
The three men congratulated Shelly on her inventiveness
as they all watched the sobbing bride clean the mix off
her abused body. Finally the majority of the mess was
wiped off and Ronnie turned the shower on to rinse the
rest. "Clean and fresh," mocked Shelly as the men
pulled the blonde from the enclosure.
"You know," Shelly mused, pushing Stephanie's face up
with two fingers under her chin. "I think it's time we
invited darling Stevie to join our little party, don't
you?" Stephanie stared at her cousin in shocked horror
as the men grabbed her arms and dragged her toward the
bedroom.
Shelly followed laughing. "Oh, we're not done with you
yet, dearest cousin. Not by a long shot."
The End
First time, how was it? Alexabrowning@yahoo.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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