The Engagement - Chapter 3
Mary was put back on her diet of mind-altering drugs and barely gave another
thought to John. Master kept her very busy, and when he wasn't using her body
for his own pleasure he amused himself by letting her perform with others. He
especially enjoyed watching her in action with the two maid servants. She
became an expert at pleasuring other women, and in fact came to enjoy another
woman's body as much as she enjoyed being thoroughly fucked by well-hung men.
By now, her personality had changed irreversibly, her mental conditioning was as
successful as John's. Master had their transmitter bracelets removed, there
was no fear of either one wanting to escape now. Several months after she had
last seen John in the dungeon, Master started weaning her off the chemicals,
it made no difference to her behavior and she continued to act like a
complete slut, enjoying it immensely.
She could think clearly now, and was cognizant of her situation and the
events that led her to this point. Master had even told her how he had
contrived to make her and her fiancee "disappear." He showed her newspaper
clippings with photographs of John's wrecked car. It had taken the police
little time to discover the wreck, and after a brief investigation the
authorities concluded that the pair had perished in the crash, their bodies
washed away by the river's powerful current. A joint funeral was held for
them both.
JOHN
I think I saw Mary today. It's hard to remember or think clearly. All I can
think about is sex. I'm kinda getting used to being a girl now. I love the
soft silky clothes they've given me. The sheer stockings feel so nice against
my skin, and I even enjoy the high heels. At night, when Charles comes to
release me from the chair and takes me upstairs to do my chores, I get a real
kick out of the way the 5" heels make my ass sway as I walk.
My new breasts are nice, too. I like playing with them and pinching my
nipples and tugging my rings, only I have to stop after a little while, or my
cock will get hard and my sheath will hurt me. I usually spend a few hours,
dusting and sweeping and mopping the floors, and then I have to get breakfast
organized in time for the others in the house to awake.
The work is not very demanding, and I quite like my new life. I get plenty of
time to myself at night, as there's never really anyone else about, but I
don't get lonely. Sometimes, I listen at Master's door. Sometimes I just hear
snoring, but if I'm lucky I can hear him fucking Mary. She must really love
his cock, she screams and moans and begs him for more. I vaguely recall that
this should bother me, but it doesn't. Somehow, it seems perfectly right and
natural.
It's kinda funny, 'cause we're still going to get married, Master told me so,
but I don't think I could fuck Mary like the others do. Hell, I don't even
FEEL like it. Oh, I love watching her in action, but personally I can only
cum while I'm servicing men.
I like it when Charles comes to visit. It's especially nice when he brings
the others too. My favorite is when I get to suck a few of the guys while
Charles fucks my ass real hard, it doesn't hurt anymore. I guess practice
makes perfect, and of course spending all day with a huge rubber dildo up my
ass would stretch me nicely. I almost always cum when I get gang banged, I
don't even really have to touch myself, it's like my pleasure centers have
been relocated to my ass and mouth.
Master says he has recorded some of my sessions with all four men. He lets
Mary watch them, and he says she really enjoys them. She makes jokes about
what a pretty slut I am, and what a good little cock sucker I am. Master says
she's quite proud of me, but not as a man. Apparently, she now thinks of me as
some kind of faggot, and laughs contemptuously when she sees me ejaculating
during a good ass-fucking. She certainly no longer sees me as a man. Fair
enough, she has plenty of real men in her life, and I'm content to be a boy-
girl. I get the best of both wolds that way!
I'm so lucky, if it wasn't for Master, I might have gone through the rest of
my life as a normal married guy and I'd never even have known what I was
missing out on!
---------------- THE WEDDING DAY ----------------
It was now almost a year since John and Mary had been imprisoned, and John
hadn't seen his fiancee over most of that time. He was still allowed to watch
her fuck and suck an endless stream of men and women, but the camera only
showed close-ups now, close-ups of her face or genital area. That was fine by
John though, it still turned him on just the same. Their Master's careful
indoctrination of the pair was complete, and it was now time to execute the
final stage of his fiendish plan.
He had set out to teach John a lesson and humiliate him. Now it was time to
see how well the pretty young slaves had learned that lesson.
He had built up quite a collection of videos and photographs of the young
couple being used in every orifice by a large number of men and women. He
even had some excellent ones of John sucking his own dick. Having read the
couple's obituaries, he knew they came from deeply religious families. He
also knew the address of the church attended by all of John and Mary's
relatives and friends.
Finally, he announced that John and Mary would finally be married. He set the
date for the following Saturday and had invitations sent to all his kinky
friends who had attended the party with which it had all begun, the day he
kidnaped the young couple. Judging by the RSVPs, all of them would be
attending. They were all aware of how he had conditioned the pair, and
wouldn't have missed this event for the world!
When Mary was informed, her reaction was quite nonchalant, she didn't feel
attracted to John anymore, and she didn't really want her lifestyle of
constant sexual pleasure to end. She hoped Master would continue to use her
after she was a married woman. That wimp, John, certainly couldn't give her
what a woman needed.
John was taken off his regimen of hormones and drugs. Although his
conditioning was now so ingrained that it was permanent, and his body would
continue to respond as he had been trained. Master was particularly determined
that on his wedding day, John's mind should be clear and aware of the
proceedings, so that his humiliation would be complete.
The big day came, and the guests arrived in droves by limousine. Attended by
the two maids, both bride and groom were carefully prepared for the ceremony.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, after all they both
wore white, but that's where the marital tradition ended. Both of their outfits
were parodies of traditional wedding gowns. Both wore high white stilettoed
heels and seamed stockings clipped to corsets which ended just below their large
breasts, serving only to enhance their cleavage and forced their waists into a small,
waspish size. Attached to the corsets were diaphanous white skirts with layers of
petticoats, which forced the skirts to stick straight out. Their groins were clearly
visible with both bride and groom cleanly shaven. Both wore opera-length gloves,
silly little veils, and both were given bridal bouquets.
They were carefully made up to look like Hollywood hookers. The main
concession to tradition was that the couple was kept separated until the
ceremony. Finally, it was time. The black man servants had been ordered to
prepare the main living room for the wedding. The assembled guests were
seated in rows with a wide aisle running through the middle of the room,
and a makeshift altar had been built at one end. Master himself would be
officiating, and several of the guests had offered to photograph and
video tape the proceedings and the buffet-style reception afterwards. Master
instructed them to be careful not to show any recognizable faces, other than
John and Mary's, of course.
It amused their master to have Charles give John away as the bride to Mary,
the groom. And so it was that John was led through the double doors and
walked slowly up the aisle, holding on to Charles' arm tightly as his heels
were a little too high for comfort. John's large tits jiggled and bounced, all
around. The wedding guests murmured comments like, "Isn't she lovely!"
"What a pretty dress!"
Dressed identically, Mary waited before the altar, her back turned to John.
From hidden speakers poured the strains of the Wedding March.
JOHN
At last, I was to marry the woman I have loved for as long as I can remember.
But I'd never counted on these circumstances. Around me are all the same
people I remember from my first day in this house, the people who I watched
fuck Mary for hours on end. And just like last time, they're all naked.
Everyone here is totally naked except for Mary and I. Some of them are making
comments and laughing at me, how humiliating! I can feel my face blush bright
red, but I'm wearing so much makeup you probably can't tell.
These heels are killing my feet, they're even higher than I'm used to, and
these huge tits are making me top-heavy. If it wasn't for Charles, I'd fall
flat on my face. It's a good thing we're nearly at the altar. There's Mary, I
haven't seen her for months. There's something different about her, she
seems to have put on a little weight around the hips. It suits her, though.
We're there, and Mary is turning toward me. My heart flips and I nearly faint
when I see her swollen belly. Oh my God, she must be eight months pregnant.
Beside me, Charles laughs out loud. "You're gonna have an instant family"
Mortified, I look at his leering face as he continues. "We've done some
tests, and I'm pretty sure I'm the daddy!" He grinned widely, his white
teeth gleaming in his coal black face.
The ceremony went without a hitch, although the marriage vows were unusual. At
the end, Master looked at Mary and said, "You will now fuck the bride."
She didn't move, her eyes pleading with her Master. She didn't want to touch
this sissy slut if she could help it, but Master must always be obeyed. Oh
well, she thought, a cock is a cock, even though his is much smaller than I'm
used to.
Mary touched John's shaven cock. He wasn't wearing his sheath anymore, John's
conditioning complete, Master had removed it for good. Mary stroked the limp
little thing. Nothing happened.
"Turn and face each other, and then suck his cock, Mary."
They did, and Mary knelt to take John's limp cock in her mouth. The assembled
guests had a splendid view as she proceeded to give him an expert blow job. She
stroked his balls and ass and sucked John's cock as though her life depended
on it. John responded, gently rocking his hips, trying desperately to achieve an
erection, as Master had commanded.
He failed miserably. The guests were openly mocking him now, their laughter
and jeers burned in his ears. He couldn't even get a hard-on for his own wife!
"That's enough, Mary," spoke Master. "Perhaps we need to show John what we're
trying to achieve here." He held his half-erect penis and waggled it at Mary.
Without a word, she sank to her knees before him and engulfed his member
with her warm, wet mouth. Seconds later, he and all the guests howled with
laughter. She turned to see what was causing their mirth. John had a full
erection now, the sight of his wife blowing another man had given him an
instant, throbbing hard-on.
Master held Mary's face and stopped her bobbing motions. "That will suffice,
my dear. I believe it's now time for your wedding reception."
Everyone moved into the banquet sized dining room. Tables covered in white
linen were arranged around the walls, they held an amazing array of fine
food. As the guests helped themselves to the food, the maids circulated with
trays of champagne.
In the middle of the room stood a king-size bed. Master pointed at it, and
John and Mary silently obeyed. They mounted the bed and assumed the
doggy position, side by side.
"Let the festivities begin!." cried Master, and the assembled guests swarmed
onto the bed.
Mary was most enthusiastic, skillfully eating pussy (she serviced at least
five of the women present) and taking on every man. John was close enough to
touch her, and witnessed every second. He himself was sandwiched between two
burly well-hung guests, one of whom delighted in vigorously reaming his
ass hole and spanking his upturned bottom hard with each thrust. John's face
was stuffed with cock, and he was sucking as hard as he could. Beside him,
Mary was taking on three men simultaneously, her every orifice filled to
capacity. She reached a thunderous climax, bucking and moaning loudly. The
other guests applauded. His humiliation almost unbearable, John's body
immediately betrayed him by jetting thick gobs of cum all over the sheets.
The guests clapped even louder then.
Finally, the reception was over. The guests had left, and the maids were
clearing away the debris. The newly weds sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to
move. Master strode over to them and beamed down at them with an evil grin.
"Come on children, you can't fall asleep there," he chided, "you're going on
your honeymoon!"
Too weak to resist, the pair were bundled away by the black man servants. They
were blindfolded and placed in the back of a van for the journey, the journey
back to their home town. Master had given Charles detailed instructions, and
he knew exactly what to do. He carried a large suitcase with him which
appeared to be quite heavy. He forced the couple to take three sleeping pills
each, and within minutes they were out cold.
JOHN
Where the fuck am I? I can't see a thing, it's so dark. And why can't I move?
Oh. Right. I think I've been handcuffed back-to-back with Mary. I can feel
her skin against mine, and I can hear her snoring. I'll have to wait for her
to wake up before I can even think about getting loose. I can feel something
else, paper? I think the floor is covered with papers of some kind, they feel
kinda glossy.
Wait, I can hear something. Voices. The rattle of a key, the flick of a light
switch. Damn, that light is almost blinding, at least I can see where I am
now.
Oh no. I recognize this place. It's my family church. And those papers,
they're pictures of Mary and me, and a lot of other people. Just one look at,
them is giving me a hard-on. And those voices, I'm afraid to look, I've got
to look. Yep, I knew it. Standing before me, in shocked silence, is the
minister. Behind him, my whole family. And behind them, the rest of the
congregation.
Master was right. He said he would teach me a lesson, and he has. NOW
I'm really humiliated!
THE END
