TYING THE KNOT [Geoff Merrick]

TYING THE KNOT

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TYING THE KNOT #1
by Geoff Merrick. All rights reserved.
Illustrations by STEVE

stunningly sweet Jenny Marcus couldn’t believe her eyes. Even after all the 5’5” inch brunette had already seen, she was paralyzed in place by the scene.

Later, she was told that it was shock that kept her 36-23-34 inch shape from running … for all the good the explanation did her.

The pert, pretty grey-eyed girl had wanted to leave from the very beginning. Sure, Tina was her best friend, and had been ever since they met in junior high, but, despite all she had said about how happy she was and how perfect this day would be, Jenny still had to fight her instincts simply to stay.

First, there were the rehearsals. Or, in reality, the lack of them. Jenn had flown all the way to the groom’s rustic hometown, only to be met at the small airport by a driver who gave her an envelope and dropped her off at a quaint, isolated motel.

Inside the envelope had been a hand-written letter from Tina, talking about how excited she was, what a whirlwind the planning had been, and could Jenn be a dear and meet them at the ceremony when the driver came back for her?

Well, obviously Tina was thrilled… Jenn could even make out dried tears of joy spotting the paper here and there.

Lying on the bucolic motel bed was a pink satin maid of honor dress that was seemingly tailored for her impressive figure.

Jenn blushed a bit at its deeper-than-usual neckline and frilled, lacey miniskirt, but had to admit that it was flattering in the extreme. In fact, she acknowledged, while turning this way and that in front of the room’s oval full-length antique mirror, that she probably never looked better.

Her grey eyes shone in the wood-beamed room. Her thick, long, dark brown, almost burgundy-colored hair also shone in the muted lamplight. Even the charming freckles across her warm face seemed to enhance her youthful vitality.

That wasn’t unusual, considering the reasons Jenn and Tina had gravitated together. In addition to being two of the cutest, freshest, least-effected girls in their high school, they had both immediately noticed each other’s promise rings. Those rings held them in good stead as they worked their way through the years.

They protected each other everywhere they went, especially since Jenn had seen men’s laps bulge just because Tina had smiled at them (truth be told, Tina had seen the same thing when Jenn had looked up at the school’s administrators).

But then there was Jonas, who also wore a promise ring. It was love at first sight for Jenn’s blonde best friend, and the almost unbearingly cute young man. Soon Jenn was a third wheel as the two talked of love, eternity, and saving themselves for each other.

But that was all right. It was the way the girls had been raised in the Catholic orphanage, and Jenny was deliriously happy for her friend. In fact, she was thrilled when Tina asked her to be the maid of honor at her just-after-graduation, between-high-school-and-college wedding.

So Jenn dutifully slipped on the matching pink high heels that were neatly tucked under the bed skirt just beneath where the dress had been awaiting. The sexy shoes also seemed specially made for her, and adhered to her dainty feet the way the dress adhered to her impressive body.

Jenn clutched her slim raincoat around her as the driver returned, maintaining her modesty despite an admittedly great bridesmaid dress which threatened to reveal most of her chest and all of her legs – handsome as they were.

She fought more urges as they reached the chapel – a small, secluded, ramshackle old church that had obviously seen better days. Much to her surprise, the dank, cramped interior was lit only by candles, which hid a multitude of sins, but they didn’t disguise the musty, moldy smell of the place.

“Please, come in, my dear,” she heard someone say over the droning organ music that oppressed the place. She turned to see Jonas’ mother smiling benignly at her.

“Where are the rest of the bridesmaids?” she asked quietly as she reluctantly removed her raincoat (goose pimples, and two other things, rising as she did).

“What bridesmaids?” Jonas’ mother replied, already moving back toward the few pews. “There’s only you, dear, the maid of honor.”

“What?” Jenn gasped, but Jonas’ mother was practically in the shadows between two candles.

“Hurry, dear,” the woman said. “The ceremony has already begun….”

“Oh my goodness,” Jenn chirped as she stumbled forward. “Why wasn’t I picked up earlier?”

“I don’t know, dear,” came Jonas’ mother’s voice. “But you’re here now. Better hurry….”

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TYING THE KNOT #1
by Geoff Merrick. All rights reserved.
Illustrations by STEVE

stunningly sweet Jenny Marcus couldn’t believe her eyes. Even after all the 5’5” inch brunette had already seen, she was paralyzed in place by the scene.

Later, she was told that it was shock that kept her 36-23-34 inch shape from running … for all the good the explanation did her.

The pert, pretty grey-eyed girl had wanted to leave from the very beginning. Sure, Tina was her best friend, and had been ever since they met in junior high, but, despite all she had said about how happy she was and how perfect this day would be, Jenny still had to fight her instincts simply to stay.

First, there were the rehearsals. Or, in reality, the lack of them. Jenn had flown all the way to the groom’s rustic hometown, only to be met at the small airport by a driver who gave her an envelope and dropped her off at a quaint, isolated motel.

Inside the envelope had been a hand-written letter from Tina, talking about how excited she was, what a whirlwind the planning had been, and could Jenn be a dear and meet them at the ceremony when the driver came back for her?

Well, obviously Tina was thrilled… Jenn could even make out dried tears of joy spotting the paper here and there.

Lying on the bucolic motel bed was a pink satin maid of honor dress that was seemingly tailored for her impressive figure.

Jenn blushed a bit at its deeper-than-usual neckline and frilled, lacey miniskirt, but had to admit that it was flattering in the extreme. In fact, she acknowledged, while turning this way and that in front of the room’s oval full-length antique mirror, that she probably never looked better.

Her grey eyes shone in the wood-beamed room. Her thick, long, dark brown, almost burgundy-colored hair also shone in the muted lamplight. Even the charming freckles across her warm face seemed to enhance her youthful vitality.

That wasn’t unusual, considering the reasons Jenn and Tina had gravitated together. In addition to being two of the cutest, freshest, least-effected girls in their high school, they had both immediately noticed each other’s promise rings. Those rings held them in good stead as they worked their way through the years.

They protected each other everywhere they went, especially since Jenn had seen men’s laps bulge just because Tina had smiled at them (truth be told, Tina had seen the same thing when Jenn had looked up at the school’s administrators).

But then there was Jonas, who also wore a promise ring. It was love at first sight for Jenn’s blonde best friend, and the almost unbearingly cute young man. Soon Jenn was a third wheel as the two talked of love, eternity, and saving themselves for each other.

But that was all right. It was the way the girls had been raised in the Catholic orphanage, and Jenny was deliriously happy for her friend. In fact, she was thrilled when Tina asked her to be the maid of honor at her just-after-graduation, between-high-school-and-college wedding.

So Jenn dutifully slipped on the matching pink high heels that were neatly tucked under the bed skirt just beneath where the dress had been awaiting. The sexy shoes also seemed specially made for her, and adhered to her dainty feet the way the dress adhered to her impressive body.

Jenn clutched her slim raincoat around her as the driver returned, maintaining her modesty despite an admittedly great bridesmaid dress which threatened to reveal most of her chest and all of her legs – handsome as they were.

She fought more urges as they reached the chapel – a small, secluded, ramshackle old church that had obviously seen better days. Much to her surprise, the dank, cramped interior was lit only by candles, which hid a multitude of sins, but they didn’t disguise the musty, moldy smell of the place.

“Please, come in, my dear,” she heard someone say over the droning organ music that oppressed the place. She turned to see Jonas’ mother smiling benignly at her.

“Where are the rest of the bridesmaids?” she asked quietly as she reluctantly removed her raincoat (goose pimples, and two other things, rising as she did).

“What bridesmaids?” Jonas’ mother replied, already moving back toward the few pews. “There’s only you, dear, the maid of honor.”

“What?” Jenn gasped, but Jonas’ mother was practically in the shadows between two candles.

“Hurry, dear,” the woman said. “The ceremony has already begun….”

“Oh my goodness,” Jenn chirped as she stumbled forward. “Why wasn’t I picked up earlier?”

“I don’t know, dear,” came Jonas’ mother’s voice. “But you’re here now. Better hurry….”

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Still no answer, but truth be told, she could hardly hear herself over the suffocating atmosphere. Acknowledging that fact, she simply opened the door and slipped in.

The atmosphere on the other side of the thick, heavy door was quiet, dark, and reverent. She stood in a small entryway, with the room itself around a small corner. She caught glimpses of stone wall and opaque stained glass windows, but saw no one.

Instead, she heard something. The noise from outside was all but silenced when she closed the door behind her. Now all she heard was a strange, wet humming…like a small hydraulic pump ridding a basement of water. No…wait…it sounded somehow more organic than that. Like a pipe getting backed up, then cleared time and time again. Then there was an odd sort of distant grunting she could just make out.

Jenny opened her mouth to call out a name again, but it froze in her throat. Could it be? Were they consummating their relationship this fast? Jenny realized that it was possible. Despite Tina’s incredible 36-24-35 body, the bride was well known for her sweetness and child-like innocence. And Jenny knew that Jonas was her knight in shining armor. He had always been willing to wait … but now, of course, they didn’t have to anymore.

In any case, Jenny was not going to interrupt them. She would take a quick look, then decide whether to give them her best or just silently exit.

She leaned forward carefully and stuck one eye around the corner. That’s when she froze.

Jonas was nowhere in sight. His wedding party, however, was well in evidence, as was his bride.

Tina was bent over from the waist. Her wedding skirt was torn off, lying in a heap beside her.

Jenny could now see her earlier guess had been right. There were lace stockings, a lace garter belt, and four and a half inch high heels….

But no panties. The corset was slightly unzipped. Tina’s magnificent breasts swung free. Jenny couldn’t see her best friend’s mouth. It was as if the pretty blonde had been born without one.

Jenny gasped. One of the wedding party had his exposed cock out of his unzipped pants and all the way up Tina’s ass from behind, his hands filled with her succulent breasts—the tiny nipples set amid pink aureoles bulging from between his fingers.

Tina’s hands were filled as well, only with the exposed cocks of two other wedding party members, their meaty hands gripping her wrists like vises…

The scene was bad enough…but there was one thing worse: Tina’s expression.

When Jenny had gasped, the newlywed had rolled her beautiful big blue eyes up. And in those gorgeous orbs Jenny saw the worst: hysteria, helplessness, and pleading terror.

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Jenny jerked back to leap into the church and scream at the top of her lungs. She turned to bolt… and ran directly into the waiting arms of Jonas.

УHey Jenny,Ф he said quietly, his utter calmness stunning her.

УJonas,Ф Jenny gasped, stepping back. УWhat Е whatЕ?!Ф

УJenny, come on,Ф Jonas calmly pleaded. УWe had waited so longЕ.Ф

УI know, b-butЕФ Jenny stuttered.

УShe wanted it, Jenny. You know that. We got so excited, she could hardly wait.Ф

УJ-jonas,Ф Jenny stammered. УB-butЕ!Ф

УWe said weТd wait till marriage,Ф he explained blithely, Уso weТre married.Ф

Jenny shook her head, blinking, trying to remain sane. УBut not like this, Jonas!Ф she finally managed to blurt out. УWith you. With you!Ф

УMe?Ф Jonas echoed in seeming confusion. УYou have got to be kidding. Jenny. DidnТt you know? IТm gay.Ф

Then the other three best men were on the lovely, sweet, shapely, freckled brunette.

One second Jenny was a free, lithe beauty. The next she felt a paralyzing pain unlike any other.

One of the men had used his coiled muscles to wrench her right arm all the way up her back. She tried to scream, but his other hand was there, fastened tightly over her pretty mouth, his fingers sunk deeply into her smooth flesh.

Jenny was stunned. He no longer had a palm and fingers–he had a clamp that sealed her lips as effectively as cement. Then he was there, his body sealed to hers, his lips hissing into her ear.

“Nice of you to stop by, Jenny,” JonasТ best friend Kyle said wickedly, all his resentment and lust toward her pouring into her brain. “Wouldn’t want princess Jasmine to miss the wedding party.”

She tried to get away, but only succeeded in lancing a lightning bolt from her arm into her body–which made her writhe against him, turning her yell into a mew, her eyes screwing shut.

“Oh no, dear,” Kyle went on sarcastically. “Don’t worry, babe. They’ll be plenty for you, honey. We all know how you always wanted to party, sweets.”

Jenny’s eyes snapped open, her view filled with Tina’s degradation. She serviced half the wedding party with her graceful hands and sweet ass. JennyТs hysteria sharpened her vision. Her blonde best friendТs mouth wasnТt missing. It was sealedЕ!

That’s when she remembered it was only half the wedding party Tina was unwillingly servicing. The rest of the other half was coming at her…with thin, nasty ropes in their hands….

The one who reached her first swooped his hand into the top of her dress, immediately slipping by the cloth and bra to grip her right tit like a melon. The second grabbed her other arm and started wrapping rope around its wrist. The third shot his hand right at her neck to tighten his fingers around her throat.

A roar picked up strength in her ears, and just as Kyle threw her forward, the greasy, muscular, leering man who grabbed her breast slammed his other hand under her terribly short skirt, rammed his fingers through her filmy pink g-string panty and into her cunt.

Jenny stiffened as if electrocuted. It made no difference to any of the men. The man holding her throat pushed a ball of white lace into her flopping, gaping mouth. Jenny was shocked to find herself chewing on Tina’s panties…and something else … something … that felt like sanitary napkins.

Jenny grunted, but then came the swath of tape. Flesh-colored, thick, sticky tape that sealed her lips and stuck to her cheeks like dew.

Jenny’s head reared back, but it was too late. She was gagged as effectively as if she, too, had been born without a mouth. She kicked out, but her legs went on either side of her molester, who held her up by her breast and cunt. Then, suddenly, her hands were at her thighs and her arms were at her sides. She stood, staring over the working heads of a wedding party trio, as the other three came all over Tina.

To be continued

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The virginal blond jerked in place, choking, as cream shot from all sides. Then her ass reared up as the man who clutched her straightened, grunting, obviously shooting his load up into her as she tried to scream through the stuff in her mouth and covering her lips.

Immediately afterwards, her fucker grabbed her big, buoyant tits even tighter, yanked her up off his cock, and whirled her around with a laugh. Only when she was facing her hand jobber did her rapist release her tits and grip her throat.

17/The hand jobber sprayed Tina’s bouncing boobs with thick, gooey cum as her head went agonizingly back–her moan becoming an agonizing lament.

But Jenny could see no more, for Jonas stepped in to block her view.

“What?” he said with exaggerated wonder. “What did you say? Well, it’s a most unusual request, but in your case? Okay. Of course you can come along on the honeymoon.”

The realization of the statement was just dawning on the horrified beauty when he slammed a drug-soaked cloth over her nose. Her view got grainy, then dark gray. Jonas’s leer stretched and wrapped around her world. She become dimly away of cord biting deep into her wrists and upper thighs, but then she finally lost consciousness.

To be continued

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Jenny became aware of the smelling salts before her eyes snapped open in panic. She was, if anything, even more stunned than she had been in the rectory.

She was in the back seat of one of the wedding party limousines, wedged between two of Jonas’s “best men.” Through the windows, all around her, was the wedding crowd, laughing, waving, and throwing rice. Jenny stared without comprehension for a second before trying to leap toward them, screaming.

She discovered that the tape was still over her stuffed mouth and her wrists had been cunningly tied to the very top of her thighs–her skirt slit up the sides for that very purpose–so her bound hands were now obscured between the men’s thighs and her own.

Her legs…her legs were now stretched all the way to the back of the front seat, her feet still wedged in her severe pink high heels and her ankles tied to the chair’s metal slats, also by clear tape. She realized with the force of a sledgehammer that the crowd outside didn’t know she was being held captive in the limo…they thought she wanted to be there!

She shook, she tried to shriek, she threw her head back, she tried to yank her legs this way and that. To the men, she looked like she was trying to seduce them by displaying her body wantonly, her lips moving leeringly beneath the mashing tape.

They didn’t bother to tell her that the window glass was actually one way and while she could see the celebrating people, they couldn’t actually see her. Why ruin her fun?

Jenny only stilled and stiffened when she finally noticed Jonas sitting on an extra limo seat to the side. Her brow furrowed, being truly surprised again.

“Shocked I’m not in the other limo with my new bride?” he asked, seemingly reading her mind. He shrugged, sneering. “I can have her ‘as long as we both shall live.’ But you … you’re something else again.”

Jenny threw her head back and screamed. The only sound was a quiet, sodden wail.

“Yeah, yeah, baby,” he said, reaching forward, “do that again. I love the way your body looks when you writhe.”

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Uncle Vinny watched the limos, with their smoked glass, wind their slow way out of the huge parking lot and onto the street beyond. Gonna have to replace the shocks when they get back to the garage, he thought. The vehicles were doing just too much rocking up and down for his liking….

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Tina had a hard-on up her ass as a man lay on the floor of the limo, while another held her spider-ringed-gagged head and mouth down on his hard-on while he sat on the back seat.

The third guy drove as Tina reached for anything behind her with aching fingers from her tightly bound wrists.

Tina squished in place again and again, the man beneath her forcing her onto his impaling pole, and the man on the back seat jerking her head up and down on his cock with both his hands wrapped deep into her hair.

Neither touched her tits, since they were already swimming in cum–the men had filled her D-cups with their jism and pasted them to her tits even before they left the church. She gurgled and choked, unable to bite.

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Jenny prayed for Tina as Jonas rammed into her anus again. He lay atop her, top half on the rear seat, bottom over the limo floor as he repeatedly thrust his fetid dick between her legs, through her torn g-string, and deep into her tight, aching asshole.

“This doesn’t change anything, bitch,” he seethed through clenched teeth. “I don’t like to fuck bitches…I just like to torment them…!!

Jenny writhed in place, twisting, but she wasn’t going anywhere. She could only look up, in hate and wonder, at the men on either side of her, looking down as if she were a porno star. She sucked in her breath and sweated profusely as he tore open her dress top, yanked down her bra, and mauled her breasts while laughingly surging.

“Nice tits, Jenn,” he admired, twisting them as if they were big juicing grapefruit.

“Much stronger and girlie-shaped than I expected.” He slid his tree-trunk cock all the way back inside of her, cooing. “Ah, but your ass…your ass is as tight as I always knew it would be…had to be, since it is attached to those long, smooth legs a’yours.”

He went in and out, in and out again. “And, ya know? It’s even better that you’re in here, fuckin’ bound and fuckin gagged, insteada’ in school or church, showin’ off your bod. No, you’re in the back of a fuckin’ limo, your fuckin dress torn off, your fuckin’ pink high heels stuck on, getting raped in the middle of town!”

Jenny screeched at him, her neck and forehead veins bulging out, her leg muscles bunching, spazzing, and cramping, sweat splashing down her head and hair.

“Oh yeah?” he replied. “Well, how about that?!” He nailed her with his cock, then kept fucking her from on his knees, motioning at her revealed tits to his best men. “Hold her up, boys,” he said. “The best way you know how.”

Jonas kept fucking her up the ass as the men each reached down and took one of her nipples between their pinching thumbs and forefingers. Jenny started shrieking right away…for all the good it did her.

They lifted up as if landing a fish. They pulled her a half inch off the limo seat by her nipples. Jonas grabbed her hips, just over her clawing, bound hands, and jerked her faster on his full, thick erection. Jenny could only slam the top of her head down on the seat and scream into her gag and the padded chair back.

They all came, of course…

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The man in the bride’s limo erupted deep into Tina’s mouth then quickly and brutally corked the cum all the way in with a padded penis-prod gag he had waiting on the seat beside him.

When he was sure the choking, shaking girl couldn’t get the white, thick jism out from around the rubber penis or through the sponge wrapped panel, he let her torso surge up to completely sit on her latest rapist.

As she swallowed and moaned desperately, her raw wrists twisting in their lace covered bonds, the second man gripped her stocking tops and creamy thighs to drill even further into her anus.

Unable to resist any longer, he tore down her bra cups and filled his hands with her bulbous, cum-coated boobs. Finally he sat up to embrace her, slobbering on her tits as he too cannoned his viscous load all the way inside her tiny, incredibly voluptuous form.

Meanwhile, Jonas pushed all the way inside his former schoolmate and let fly. Only then did he slap down on her chest between her stretched out tits, snapping her nipples from his friends’ hands.

She fell to the seat, sobbing, her cheeks (and adhering tape) sucking in and blowing out.

He slowly pulled his slime-coated prod out of her engorged anus, then slowly wiped it on each breast as she wept. “There, there,” he said soothingly. “That’s all right, Jenny. The honeymoon is only beginning….”

“Let me tell you how it’s going to be,” Jonas casually told Jenny’s tortured, profusely sweating, pain-wracked face.

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She lay on the limo’s back seat, sandwiched between his best men, the one beneath her having his stiff, long cock up her ass, and the one atop her holding a banana-shaped dildo all the way up her cunt.

They both moved inexorably, driving home their points in no uncertain terms.

Jonas loved the way her long long legs stretched out on either side of the rapist sandwich, the way her short-short skirt lay bunched around her slim slim waist, and the rest of her pink dress lay bunched around her straining arms. He loved the way her fingers clawed the air as she couldn’t get her wrists away from the channel between the top of her firm firm thighs and the bottom of her tight tight ass.

And he loved the way her face was caught between her fuckers’ chests so all she could do was stare at him from over mouth-stuffed, lip-sealing professional strength tape. “…You and my… wife… are, of course, mine until I say otherwise. But it doesn’t end there. Oh no.”

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To her growing dread, he fingered her small purse then nimbly plucked her address book from it. “You may be wondering why we haven’t fucked you yet. Well, darling, it’s because virgins get top dollar. And we both know you’re not the only ones….”

Eighteen year old Mandi Sterling was surprised by Jenny’s call. Still, it was not unpleasant to hear from the girl, especially since Jenny and Tina had been the biggest unaware cockteasers in school, while Mandi had been the gawky, awkward, skinny, ugly strawberry-haired duckling… until, between junior and senior year, her chest erupted to 32DD size while the rest of her alabaster 5’ 7” remained 22-33.

“Jenny!” Mandi said with a big curvy smile, curling her long slim legs under her on the couch. “What’s going on?”

“Mandi,” The word was tight, though not as tight as the thin ropes holding her to the heavy wood and wrought iron chair in Jonas’s house. Her dress was still on, although just barely. Both her panties and bra were missing in action.

Her fingers clawed the air as her lashed wrists writhed over the chair arms. More rope was wrapped around her neck and in her hair, holding her head up against the tall chair back. More rope held her knees and ankles wide, her feet still wedged in the pink high heels.

The gag had been taken from her mouth, but a gun was shoved against the back of her head, while another was pushed between her breasts. Jonas himself held the phone to her ear and mouth, his other fist filled with her tortured hair. His wedding party handled the .357 and .44 magnums—the one in front idly using the barrel like a cock getting a tit fuck. He leered up at her with a big smile.

“Yes?” the redhead queried over the phone line…

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Jenny looked remorsefully over to where Tina lay, tied, spread-eagled, to the big wood and wrought iron dining room table. Virginal white thigh-high stockings were on her legs, white high heels on her feet and a white satin merry-widow corset on her torso.

Her head lolled off the edge of the table, her beautiful blonde hair hanging down to the floor. A huge white ball was in her mouth, covered with broad strips of white tape and a further muffling white cloth. Her blue eyes were huge, staring upside down imploringly at Jenny as one man repeatedly thrust his huge, knobby cock into her ass…while another kneaded her voluptuous right breast into a tortured balloon with one hand…and played with a wickedly sharp cleaver with the other.

His meaning was clear. Jenny said one wrong word and the innocent newlywed’s right breast would get chopped open like a melon.

“Mandi,” Jenny repeated. “Would you mind doing me a favor?”

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The attack came as a complete surprise, of course.

Jenny told her the door would be open at her reclusive little house in the hills, and sure enough it was. Mandi had come right over, pausing only to put on a dark green cotton sport shirt minidress and tennis shoes. When a fellow virgin begged someone to help them with “female plumbing problems” since all her friends were out of town, what could a conscientious girl do… especially since all her friends were also out of town?

“Jenny?” Mandi called, peering into the darkness. It was hard to see anything clearly since all the windows were shuttered and shaded.

She had seen a big four-wheel-drive vehicle with darkened glass in the drive, so she knew that someone was home. Given the situation Jenny had outlined, Mandi guessed she was in the master bedroom’s bath, so that’s where the redhead headed.

“Jenny?” she called again, walking into the pink bedroom—with its pink canopied bed, its pink carpet, pink pillows, and pink curtains.

“Jenn…?” she started again, then froze in place. There, in between the bed and the bathroom door, was the brunette. She was standing stiffly erect, staring at Mandi with big grey eyes. Her legs were completely exposed, except her feet were in red, impossibly high heels.

In between her feet was a metal base bolted through the carpet into the floor. Between her legs was a metal monstrosity. Her ankles were strapped to opposite sides of the pole base.

Her mouth was completely covered with a rectangle of black leather, held there by straps around her head. Her cheeks were filled and extended. Her wrists were crossed behind her and handcuffed to a wide red leather belt cinched impossibly tight around her waist. Her nipples were crushed by a thinner red leather band strapped incredibly tight around her breasts.

Mandi took it all in with slack-jawed shock, finally realizing that the horrible thing clamped onto Jenny’s hips was a wicked, anus impaling chastity belt…

To be continued

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The slim, top-heavy redhead opened her mouth to scream. Her legs tensed to run. She had no chance to do either. From behind the bedroom door came Jonas, a sodden wad of cloth in one hand.

In a second the wad was clamped over Mandi’s mouth and her right arm was wrenched all the way up her back.

They danced in place, back to front, in front of Jenny for a few moments; Mandi twisting, reaching, and making sodden cries, as Jonas looked cruelly over her slim buxom frame.

“Had to do this, babies,” he told his captives, motioning with his head toward the cloth wad. “Been wanting to see you three fucked since freshman class.” He looked from the vainly struggling brunette to the terrified, bleating redhead. “No, no, he cooed to Mandi. “Your mouth was made to be filled with other things.”

He pressed himself against her, continuing to coo as her head began to droop. “Oooo, what a body. What a perfect little form.” He yanked his hips up and pulled back with the cloth, jerking Mandi’s feet off the floor. She lay for a split second, horrified, atop him, then her sparkling green eyes started to blink rapidly.

Jonas immediately dropped Mandi to the bed. She was conscious when she fell, but unconscious when she hit the pink covers.

She started to slide off, but stopped when her shoes touched the floor. It was enough, however, to move her minidress up off her thonged, tight, round ass.

“Ew, hoo, hoo, hoo,” Jonas said quietly, smiling at Jenny as she writhed on the pole, tears streaming out of her frustrated eyes.

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Tina gasped as the wedding party popped her ass off an impaling erection inside the four-wheel-drive vehicle. She was bent backwards over the center seat, her ankles tied wide to the outside steel legs of the two front seats.

One man half-lay, half-crouched in front of her, hands mauling her left breast. Another man was half-standing, half-kneeling behind her, his fingers filled with her right tit and huge pink aureole, his shaft filling her mouth and part of her throat as her head hung upside-down.

Her arms were tied down along the top of the center seat, her wrists writhing in the bonds that held her hands at just the right height to masturbate two more members of the wedding party, who leered down at her white lace garter belt and stockinged, but otherwise naked, form. Then they all suddenly removed their penises from her, making her even giddier.

But before she had a chance to really react, the man behind her reached down and retrieved a football-shaped ball gag from the seat. He immediately wedged it between her thick, rich lips and into her abused, lolling mouth.

Once it filled the moaning oral cavity, he secured it there with a tight white leather strap.

“Jonas gave us the signal from the door,” the man who had been most recently fucking Tina up the ass said to the vehicle’s driver. “Hold down the fort, would ya?” Then the men jumped from the vehicle, using all five doors. They slammed them shut, sealing the sight of Tina, still spread-eagled, inside.

She watched them go through the one-way glass, her blue eyes still incredibly big. Then her brow furrowed when she noticed the driver start to slide from his seat…his hand reaching for his zipper…

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“Better keep you occupied,” he said, pulling out his already hardened log as Tina shook her head desperately, choking on the gag. “Wouldn’t want you to get needlessly worried about your friends inside.” She had, after all, seen Mandi drive up, get out of her car, and enter the house…all while the striking redhead with the sparkling eyes and smiling lips had looked directly at the little, curvy blonde without seeing her getting gang raped…everywhere but the vagina.

Then the driver mounted the spectacularly voluptuous girl, hanging onto her pendulous mounds, and forced his cock between her tight, wet, warm, raw cheeks as Tina threw back her head once more and silently screamed.

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Mandi awoke in her own house…in her own bed.

She lurched up, sweat covering her face and body. Then she noticed where she was. She looked down to see herself wearing a black lace bustier with the lace-up front and matching French-cut v-shaped panties.

She looked groggily over at the window. The white curtains were closed but the shade was up, the night air making the billowy material dance. Mandi suddenly released a deep breath, almost laughing with relief. It all had to be a terrible dream….

But then she tried to remember when she had last been to bed…and what she had been wearing. Then she began to feel the strange, sickly sensation between her legs. Then she remembered the strange movements she had felt in the blackness…and the sound of a four-wheel-drive vehicle’s engine filling her ears…!

She erupted out of the bed as the wedding party attacked her from all sides.

She remembered it all as they slammed a hand towel into her mouth and dragged her down to the floor.

They had been hiding in the closet, behind the curtains, in the bathroom, and even under the bed. One had grabbed her ankle. Another wrapped his arms around her body.

She screamed and fought, but it was meaningless. Her slim, voluptuous, shape was nothing in their rock-hard muscles. Within moments her arms were wrenched up her back again, fingers pushed the towel even deeper into her mouth, and she was forced to face her laughing captor.

“How better to have all the fun in the world without needing to go out for more supplies?” Jonas asked her profusely sweating face and heaving chest, as his boys held her arms back and her head up by the sweat-soaked curls of her silky mane. “Besides, it’s fun to torment virgins.” He reached into her lacey, v-cupped bodice. “And make no mistake about it, darling,” he said, filling his hand with her wonderful mammary. “You are much more than a virgin. From this moment on, you are a collector’s item.”

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“This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked you up the ass,” Jonas said idly as he surged up into her for the twentieth time.

He was lying atop her, but she, in turn, was lying across the muscular naked body of one of the wedding party. His big body forced her hips up to greet Jonas’s as her wrists were held up and wide by two more wedding party members, and her ankles were held by yet two more. A huge red ball gag was wedged behind her teeth. It was practically the size of a softball to fill her orifice and was nearly dislocating her surprised jaw.

Her panties were torn open and her corset was bunched around her flat stomach. Jonas’s hands were filled with her fine breasts as his python-like penis snaked inside her again.

“No,” he said, “I fucked you up the ass almost immediately after you…went to bed, shall we say, at Jenny’s house. Just cut the granny panties and moved right on in, doggy style.”

Mandi remembered…she remembered the strange nightmarish feelings, then the hands which carried her to the vehicle…then the cocks…rubbing her mouth, her fingers, her tits…! Then she remembered being carried again, and the feeling of hands on every part of her body as she was undressed… and dressed again….

She tried screaming at Jonas once more, but all it did was make her groan and drool. Her hands and feet twisted uselessly in the other men’s grip.

“Forget about it, darling,” Jonas drawled. “These boys can bench press 300 pounds apiece. Your gorgeous hundred is no problem.” Mandi complained anew as he kept rutting away, but he just chuckled. “Enjoy it,” he warned casually. “This is going to be nothing compared to the rest of your…vacation….”

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“He jerked inside her, more violently this time, and Mandi stretched, writhing, in the wedding party’s grip.

What the hell was going on? she screamed to herself. If he was here, raping her, what had happened to Jenny…and Jonas’s newly wedded wife…?

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Mandi had no cause to worry…and all the cause in the world. Just as Jonas gripped her hip bones tighter and lunged all the way inside her, the door to Jonas’s house was being carefully unlocked.

It, like the rest of the place, was of a vaguely medieval design: thick, muffling, shellacked wood, reinforced with iron and steel. All the windows were thick and opaque, all the curtains were thick, long, and drawn, and all the floors were thickly carpeted cement.

The highest bidder moved quickly in and closed the heavy door quietly behind him. Jonas had called him to say that his purchase was ready, and where to claim it. The highest bidder moved quickly through the large, open rooms and moved unerringly to the cellar door.

It was padded steel and locked, but the key was dangling from a hook below the latch. The highest bidder unlocked the obstruction and pocketed the key. Downstairs was an amazing series of rooms, each set up like a movie set. The first was a business office, with a wide desk, a handsome leather chair and a big leather sofa.

There, sitting in a padded guest chair that was bolted to the floor, was Tina.

She took his breath away. She was dressed in his favorite secret outfit: a tight, starched white shirt (the material straining to contain the mounds within), pearls, a tight black miniskirt, flesh-colored thigh-highs with lace tops, four inch black patent high heels, and a nice pair of wire-rimmed glasses.

Her wrists and elbows were tied tightly behind her with thin rope. Her ankles were crossed and tied together, then to one leg of the chair. In her mouth, between her thick, luxurious red lips, was a tightly strapped white ball gag.

This newly hired, college graduate secretary had “obviously stayed late and some industrial spy had jumped her, securing her out of the way until he (or she) could make off with company secrets.” It’s only too bad that instead of a night watchman, her worst nightmare had discovered her….

Tina’s huge blue eyes rolled toward him and she started to plead, leaning over, straining, and almost popping out of her shirt and the secured chair.

Her desperate cries for help and rescue and escape turned to a closed-eyed groan of despair as the bidder slowly walked behind her and his hand drifted lazily down to rest over her heaving right breast.

He said not a word as she threw back her head and moaned. Instead he neatly undid her top button, then another, and another, until he could see the D-cup of a lovely black lace demi-bra just barely containing her bounteous flesh mountains.

His breath caught in his throat again, but he soon let it out slowly as his fingertips moved unerringly under the lace lip and his hand filled with her glorious mammary.

He felt her body stiffen and her neck tighten as she gathered herself for a fight, but all he did was curl his other hand in her luxurious mane of yellow hair and suddenly yank her head back.

She howled in surprise and pain and her legs kicked uselessly, but then she was bent back, tighter than a drum, as he started to slowly knead her abundant bosom. For minutes nothing else happened in the room.

He just kept his hand sandwiched between her tit and the bra as her chest heaved. His fingers gripped as she inhaled, then were crushed against the D-cup as she exhaled. Her eyes were huge and staring up at him. He looked down into her heaving shirt and at her wonderful straining legs.

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to be continued

Speaking of wonderful legs, Jenny started when she heard the door to her own cellar open. She stared in wonder down at the thinner, older man with the light hair who stepped in to look admiringly up at her.

Jonas had done his wife’s best friend up right.

Taking advantage of this finished basement with its extra high ceilings, she had been
suspended from the ceiling by her tied arms, elbows, and shoulders behind her. Her legs had been tied by the ankles to steel clips in the floor which were spaced about a yard apart. Then elastic straps had been stretched so that her legs were pulled to their longest and most glorious length.

They were there for all to see because Jonas and his boys had dressed her in a micro-mini second-skin red latex dress, one which normally would have covered her chest, except holes had been expertly cut into it to perfectly display her aching tits. She couldn’t complain, however, since a penis-prod gag—the kind with a padded rectangular swath of leather over the mouth—had been tightly buckled at the nape of her slim neck and around her well-formed head

Jenny shook in the makeshift contraption once more, whining to the padded ceiling.

The man facing her marveled. Jonas knew just who to call to occupy the second of his three prisoners.

“There, there, my girl,” he said as he dropped a small bag to the floor, “Don’t you remember me? I was the vice principal of your school.” He continued to speak, this time over her renewed cries. “We’ll soon see you right. I called a friend over. She’ll help us out. You’ll see.” Then he started to extract the dental equipment as Jenny’s eyes widened in shock and dreadful recognition….

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Mandi could simply not comprehend her debasement.

Her mouth was still filled with the cheek swelling football-gag, but that was only because these men couldn’t trust her teeth. No pesky incisors on her rear, however. It was plugged by a fleshy, knobby, veined-lined shaft.

She lay on one naked man lengthwise, while another half-kneeled atop her hips. Jonas sat on her stomach, his hard-on between her hand-mashed tits. His knees rested on her outstretched arms, while her own dainty hands were filled with a stiffened cock each. No matter how hard she pulled or twisted, however, the men just smiled…and held their blunted knives tighter against either front side of her throat.

All the men rutted merrily along as she tried to remain sane.

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The highest bidder had untied the “secretary’s” legs and Tina had leaped for the door. Despite her weakened gams, she almost made it before the producer tackled her. They both went down to the thick cushioning carpet with a thump as she managed to squeal wetly around the big gag.

Her big breasts bounced and then his hands were there, tearing away her shirt from either side.

She screamed as he tossed the girl onto her back and leaped between her kicking legs. Then his hands were there again, tearing her shirt off completely, while wedging his pelvis against hers. She cried and twisted and mewled, but then his weight was crushing her, his hands were in her hair, and his mouth slobbering.

“Don’t worry, dear,” he whispered hoarsely. “Just once…we’ll do this just once… whoever finds you will think the industrial spy did it….”

What the hell was he talking about? But then it was too late for Tina to think because his cock was out and looking for an opening. Suddenly his hands spasmed across her monumental tits and he nailed her to the floor. One of her knees went up and her other leg stretched as far as it would go as his log moved inexorably up her vaginal canal.

Her fingers clawed the air from beside and behind her hip as he suddenly yanked down her bra and did the start of a push-up off her chest.

The bidder moaned with delight and started fucking Tina in earnest, and the now ex-virgin just had to lie there and take it.

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Jenny still couldn’t believe it. She was lying sideways on her four-poster bed, her legs tied wide to the front and back right side uprights.

Her head was lulling down over the other side of the narrow mattress, her mouth as far open as it could possibly go. Her arms were tied tightly beneath her and the red latex still adhered to her as if it was painted on…for all the protection it afforded her.

The dental mouth widener was secured to her skull, wedged beneath her upper and lower teeth, as the man stood on her long hair, emptying his cock down her throat like she was some sort of semen urinal.

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He had invited over the school nurse, who was happily busy on the other side, playing with Jenny’s exposed beaver.

There had been the dildo, then her entire hand, then a bottle, then her tongue, and now the dildo again.

“C’mon tiger,” the thin, mean woman at Jenny’s cunt said. “She’s still a virgin, all right. I think she finally needs the real thing.”

“Almost ready,” the man replied, jerking his cock over her widened mouth a last time. Then he moved happily over to her wonderfully long, bound, legs.

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They carried a groggy Mandi to the car. She was wearing a deep-v-necked, red-black lycra minidress and black ankle-strap high-heels.

The huge gag was still wedged in her mouth, but her lower face was swathed in dark blue duct tape. One man carried her by her bound arms while another rutted away in her ass while carrying her untied (but very tired) legs on either side of his hips.

The others ran to the vehicle in the night, opening the doors and readying the inside.

They all bundled her within, careful to keep her seated facing the leg carrier as he sat in the center seat facing the windshield. He continued to bounce the exhausted, violated virgin on his flesh-spiked lap as the others took their positions.

Jonas dropped the sack of Mandi’s own lingerie, bathing suits, and sexy outfits to the van floor and took a last look at his victim—her face and body soaked with sweat and cum—before checking out the late-night town. “Let’s go,” he said quietly.

When the car lurched forward, Mandi was thrown, chest-first, against her most recent rapist. The last sound heard in the neighborhood was his triumphant grunting as he shot the latest wad deep into her anus….

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The highest bidder had spurted into Tina “the secretary.” He had tit-fucked Tina the secretary right there on the floor, exulting between her huge mammaries, then dousing her face in cum.

He had then rolled her over, spoon hugged her and fucked her violently—her tits and her crack—with both hands.

Finally he sat her up, looking directly into her pained, but still somehow impossibly hopeful blue eyes.

“Okay,” he said, shaking her head. “You did good. Now all you have to do is clean me off… and get me off… with your succulent mouth, and I’ll let you go. Okay?”

He gripped the back of her head tightly. “But any biting or screaming, and you’ll never be found. Understand?”

Incredibly her eyes went back and forth between his, then finally she nodded a little girl nod. The producer’s cock immediately leapt to attention. “All right then,” he said, reaching behind her bowing head and undoing the ball….

It came out of her sweet, cool orifice with an audible pop, then before she could manage a word, he dragged her head down onto his hard-on. Tina gasped and then his thing slid into her wonderfully wet cavity like a stream of ice-cream into a cup.

The sobbing girl kneeled over him, her skirt around her waist, arms still bound, her tits mashing against his legs with every ministration.

“That’s it,” he sighed, holding onto her cascading hair and hanging tit. “Oh yeah, that’s right… remember… remember… do this and I’ll let you go…!” But then, out of the sucking girl’s sight, he released her tit and reached into his pocket to grip the thick, pulpy, leather sack gag….

Finally, he suddenly grabbed her head, rammed his cock all the way in her mouth and plugged her throat, spilling his cream all the way down her.

Tina made a noise she had never made before, then jerked back. Happily he let her go, declaring, “Look! I let you go!”

Then, before her shoulder even hit the floor, he was on her again, forcing the new gag in her mouth…

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Tina fell onto the floor on her back with his weight directly atop her. He ground his body against hers and stuffed the padded cushion between her teeth—sealing in his cum. “See? See? I let you go,” he babbled, tightly wrenching the new gag deep into her wailing mouth, straddling her. “No more secretary…no…just a sexy, stupid, trusting, schoolgirl who never should have been hitchhiking…!”

Tina writhed helplessly beneath him, trying desperately to understand what was going on….

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The school nurse sexually abused Jenny on the floor as the man watched from the sofa. She sucked on a tit while pushing a huge vibrator in and out of the bound and gagged girl’s vagina over and over.

Jenny’s hobbled legs flailed weakly, her red high heels hitting the floor, as lighting bolts of torment surged through her.

The dental gag was off and the prod gag was back on. The man admired how it seemed pasted to her face. “Every mouth is different,” he mused. “Yours…with your shapely lips and smooth cheeks, is perfectly designed for an over-the-mouth plaque gag. It seems to adhere to your very skull.”

Jenny wailed in amazement at this lecture, then squealed as the mean girl hit another nerve with her suckling and probing.

“See?” said the man with satisfaction. “Could hardly hear a thing.”

The mean girl took a moment to grin wickedly up at the man before returning to her lubrications.

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Tina was bound on a “hotel bed” in another cellar room, her arms behind her, her wrists crossed, her knees bent, her ankles tied to her thighs.

Her pleated plaid miniskirt was pushed to her waist and her black, ribbed turtleneck was torn open at the tits. Her virginal bra was yanked down and her panties were sealed in her mouth behind a wide, thick cloth gag between her teeth.

The highest bidder had dragged her into this new room, his hand crushing her breast through the bra and turtleneck while grabbing at her crotch. He had thrown her to the bed, crying that she had to be taught a lesson. Then he had tied her white lace-socked ankles and black high-heeled feet to her thighs and made her sit on his erection and his hips while he lay under her on his back—his hands up her skirt and pushing down on her hips.

After he ejaculated that time, he had pushed her down on her own back, tore open her sweater and removed her mauled tits from the new bra. Now he was raping her again as she lay crying under him.

“I hope this teaches you,” he grunted as he thrust into her helpless form again, “not to hitchhike by yourself from school!” Then he lay both his hands on her jiggling breasts and started to exclaim as her moist, warm inner muscles deep-massaged his cock in earnest…

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Jenny was in the bathroom, lying in the tub, under the shower. She was still gagged, arms still bound, but naked while the man raped her again and again.

The school nurse just stood over them, making sure Jenny couldn’t wriggle away or remove the prod from her mouth. And she admired the ex-virgin’s sleek, wet form as the vice principal came again with a satisfied call….

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The highest bidder was sitting watching television —schoolgirl Tina tape bound, red ball gagged, and anchored on his lap (and his erection) by his hands gripping her exposed tits like pulpy handles—when Jonas got there.

But all the husband did was stand in the doorway of the room set with a grin on his face. “Good?” he said.

“Excellent!” the bidder exclaimed after a second of surprise. “It was incredible… I never thought anyone could be as gullible as you said, but…!

“But you’re a believer now, eh?” The hubby motioned toward the pleated skirt just covering his wife’s firm, milky loins. “Naked under there?”

“Of course.”

“Nailed?” he inquired pleasantly.

“At the moment.”

Jonas nodded as Tina looked away, her body wracked in horror and shame, her face reddening and warming even more. The bidder gripped her hanging breasts even tighter.

“Fine,” Jonas finally replied. “Cream her up good, then strap her down in the ‘doctor’s office.’ I’m set for the night.” He turned to go to bed… alone…when he suddenly turned back to the highest bidder. “And, hey, thanks for tonight.”

The rapist was taken aback for a moment, then retorted “Thank you.”

Jonas turned to go again, then thought better of it a second time. “And hey,” he added, “don’t be such a stranger. You never know when a buxom nurse or stewardess or cheerleader might need a little reaming….”

Tina screeched and tried to surge up off the impalement, but the bidder rode her like a pony. He held onto her tits, embracing her tightly, surged up with her, then dragged her back onto the couch again—his cock never leaving her cunt.

“Call me any time!” he exclaimed as Jonas left without a backward glance. “My money’s good.” Then the highest bidder pushed the bound, gagged, humiliated, incredibly shapely schoolgirl down face-first onto the cushions and started eagerly rutting, ironically, her firm naked ass, doggy style.

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The vice principal yawned and stretched after closing the door of the apartment. It had been quite a night. They had left the multiply banged Jenny as per instructions. He had dropped off the school nurse, and returned to his place, enjoying his memories, as a dumpy figure appeared from the shadows to calmly and quickly unlock the door. A second later the apartment door was closed again, as if it had never opened.

Inside Jenny lay where they left her, on the carpet by the bed, her arms twisted and tied high up her back, her knees cinched, and her crossed ankles tied to the heavy, right-rear bed leg. Her mouth was crammed with a big blue ballgag, her lower face encircled with thick adhesive bandage.

Her once luminous grey eyes were dull and fluttering from the repeated assaults, but her body, encased in a skin-tight, day-glo, low cut aqua microminidress and ankle-strap five-inch high heels, wouldn’t quit. The dumpy figure made a “tsk-tsk” noise and kneeled down, bringing the smelling salts to the pretty brunette’s flaring nostrils.

“There there, dear,” said Jonas’ mother, a soothing hand patting Jenny’s shapely shoulder. “You’re no longer a virgin, but don’t worry. You still have value … millions worth.” Jenny started crying, uselessly trying to escape or fight, as Jonas’ mother prepared her for transport.

Mandi lay semi-conscious, spread-eagled across Jonas’ bedding, her wrists and ankles strapped to the head and baseboard. Inside her inviting, ample mouth was the biggest red ball-gag anyone had ever seen fitted inside a female’s oral cavity. Below her distended jaw, she was dressed as a ravaged ballerina.

There was a hole torn open over her crotch and two more ripped over her breasts. The erect, tingling nipples had tit clamps on them, with wires that ran to the wall on either side of the bed and plugged into wall sockets.

The way her lovely body moved like a wave, Jonas guessed that shocks were surging into her every other second. Then, inside her beaver, was a huge curved dildo. By the way her hips moved and the hum he could finally hear, Tina’s hubby knew that it, too, was activated.

The man smiled in recognition and appreciation. As he watched, her eyelids started to flicker. Things were obviously coming to a climax here, and he didn’t want to miss it. Mandi had unwillingly orgasmed three times before the wedding party arrived to report.

“Your wife is secure,” said Kyle. “The highest bidder has left satisfied.”

“Where is she?”

“As you instructed.”

The lovely blonde was in what Jonas had dubbed “her chamber” – a dungeon off the cellar behind the furnace, outfitted with manacles screwed into the concrete floor, stone walls, and cement ceiling. Arms wrenched above her, she was dressed in an extraordinarily beautiful, white lace, v-necked, slit-leg gown which balled and thrust her perfect breasts forward, revealing everything but the nipples, and exposed her legs to the very tip of her cunt.

She teetered on white, six-inch, stiletto heels while her legs were lovingly encased in white thigh-high stockings. Her head was gripped by a medieval widows-scold bridle which pressed down her tongue while giving her a wicked bar to chew on and drool over. Her ankles were not shackled but the chastity belt locked to her loins eliminated most thoughts of kicking.

“Her virginal status is void,” Kyle concluded, “but there’s a long line for her post-popped services.”

“Her best friend?” Jonas inquired, looking down at the comatose redhead on the bed with soft concern.

“Secured,” reported his mother, who stepped forward.

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The older woman had left the freckled brunette gagged, blindfolded, and brutally bound to a heavy wooden chair, sitting on a whirring dildo, her arms twisted behind her, her nipples clamped, and her cinched ankles twisting over six-inch blue high heels. “Her presence, too, is amply reserved for the coming seasons.”

“Very good,” Jonas said, nodding. “I’m pleased to hear my wife and her friend will be occupied while I return to school.” He idly twisted the promise ring still on his right hand, imagining the debauched, depraved “occupations” forced on them while he fulfilled the fondest dreams of other beautiful girls who were looking for their idealized knights. Everyone’s bank accounts would be equally filled for the foreseeable future.

“And this one?” his mother murmured.

“Hmmm?” Jonas asked idly, still imagining the way they would viciously still, cruelly quiet, and harshly deliver Tina and Jenny to their enthusiastic clients.

“What do you want us to do with this one?” Kyle elaborated, motioning to the sweet, slim, amply-titted, green-eyed redhead lashed to the bed — her shining, drool-smeared lips crammed around a huge ballgag.

“Oh, her?” Jonas said casually. “Well, you were very good, resisting temptation in deference to our clients and all, so she’s yours.”

“What?” Kyle said, eyebrows rising as the wedding party stirred, all eyes moving toward the virginal ballerina lashed on the mattress.

“You heard me,” Jonas told the pack of wolves as he moved dismissively to the side. “Deflower her.”

He may have added “fuck her brains out” as they pounced on the awakened, wailing girl, but no one could be sure.

THE END
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