The Virgin

Jenny looked at herself in the mirror and decided that she looked good.  She was definitely glowing, as was her right on her wedding day.  Her long sweeping wedding gown was gorgeous.  It was a traditional gown with lots of cleavage to be seen through the lacy netting between her medium sized, well rounded breasts and a tightly laced corset underneath bringing her already slender figure to a strict hourglass.  White stockings and 6” strapped white heels finished off the beautiful bride’s dress.  Dainty pearl earrings were the only jewelry she had worn besides her small cross nestled between her breasts.   All the white contrasted exquisitely with her raven black hair that brushed lightly against her ass.  Her makeup was done in a light pink with lots of powder to give her an ethereal, virgin look.  Her large brown eyes showed her happiness clearly from under her long eyelashes and her small mouth curved up in a gentle smile befitting a new bride before she lowered her veil and stepped out into the main room.  Today she could admit that she had finally made it.  At 21, she had managed to remain a virgin, despite all four of her past boyfriends trying very hard to get between her legs.  She had, to be friendly, invited all of them to her wedding.  As she glanced at the crowd she was shocked to see that not only had all of them attended, but they were all sitting together.  To her knowledge, only two of them should know each other and that was because they were brothers.  As she met each one’s glance, they all grinned at her.  Their grins sent shivers down her spine because they were not smiles of happiness for her most important day; they were hungry, malicious grins.  As she looked down the row she remembered each one and why she had left them.

 

There was Matt, her first boyfriend.  He was actually a pretty nice guy, just way too nerdy.  Everything he did had had something to do with electronics.  He was always trying to wow her with his computer or his robots or whatever.  Jenny simply hadn’t been interested, and still wasn’t.  The main reason she had stayed with him was because her family couldn’t afford to buy her a car yet and Matt’s parents seemed to be an endless supply of money, buying Matt a nice car and allowing him to spend massive amounts of money on her, his first girlfriend.  One night after going out he had tried to kiss her.  They were 16 at the time, and he bungled it pretty bad, this obviously being his first kiss.  Before she had realized what he was attempting to do he was leaning across the car with his lips puckered.  As she turned to see what he was doing, she had inadvertently put her breasts right in his face.  Matt, being startled, immediately reached out to protect his face and groped her left breast.  Insulted, she had ordered him to take her home and had never called him again.

 

She didn’t date again until she was 17.  That was Donny.  He was kind of a rough guy, always trying to put his hand on her ass and lead her around by the waist.  Not the type of girl to be manhandled, Jenny had calmly asked him to quit more than once.  When she did, he usually turned toward her and puffed cigarette smoke in her face as his way of showing contempt.  He rode a very nice bike that Jenny had thought made him look extremely hot.  She was, however, terrified of the bike after riding on it just once.  That was the night she had broken up with him.  It didn’t help that, after seeing her shaken up and nauseous he had had the nerve to ask for a blowjob.  Donny had a thing for hair, however, and knew just where to touch her hair and face to calm her down.  Just moving her hair out of her eyes and brushing her cheek did the trick for him and for her, too.  The only thing she had ever missed about him was those moments of caress. 

 

Then there were the brothers, Fred and Jerry.  The three of them would spend many nights chatting philosophically about nothing at all and enjoying the hell out of it.  The brothers usually argued which left Jenny to be the neutral party, which she didn’t mind.  Eventually she had gone out with Jerry because she liked him best and her friends had insisted that she go out with one of them if she was going to be spending so much time at their house.  Fred was the mean one, Jerry was the nice one.  The only reason she had gone out with Fred was to spite Jerry who had insisted repeatedly that anal sex was okay and they should do it immediately because it wouldn’t cause her to get pregnant or ruin her virginity.  Two weeks later, the day after she had decided to date Fred, he tried to rape her at a drive-in movie.  At 19, these two caused her to stop dating until she was almost 21 when she had met Ron. 

 

Ron was wonderful.  She had known him for six months now and couldn’t find a flaw in him.  He could carry on a conversation endlessly, knew just how to touch and caress her, and was completely loaded.  As an added bonus, he loved to spend time with her and her alone, and was extremely handsome.  Tall, tanned, and black haired, he was every girl’s dream husband.  In the six months they had been dating he had never laid a hand on her private parts, tried to pressure her for sex, or showed her a robot.  She was head over heels in love with him and he seemed to return the feelings. 

 

He had set up an account for her and her parents to do everything from setting up the wedding to picking out the clothes.  They had even used his private jet to get to France to pick up the wedding gown that she had just had to have.  Ron had used this time wisely, talking with and getting close to Jenny’s father.  After a few weeks of free golf, free bowling, and free beer, Jenny’s father loved Ron almost as much as she did.  Jenny was thrilled that her new fiancé had built such a relationship with her parents.  He even had planned out the honeymoon; a month in Hawaii at a five star resort followed by a month in California in a five star hotel to wait for their custom built house to be completed.  Her parents hadn’t been thrilled about her going so far away, being as they lived in South Carolina, but they could understand why the couple would want to live in California; and who were they to turn down a brand new custom home for their newly wed daughter? 

 

Everything was perfect.  It had already been decided that there would be no ceremony after the wedding as the two were eager to get on their jet and head to Hawaii.  Her dad had been missing a lot of work and needed the time to catch up anyway.

 

As she walked the aisle, daintily stepping in her high heels with her dad on her arm, she wondered what sex was going to feel like.  She was very excited as Ron had promised her a good time on the way to Hawaii in his jet. 

 

At the altar her dad handed her off.  The vows and ring exchanges were very traditional, as Ron had insisted.  Once the priest said “You may now kiss the bride,” Ron grabbed her by the waist and gave her the most vicious kiss she had ever experienced.  She assumed, correctly, that he must be excited about the evening as well. 

 

As they turned and walk back down the aisle, she sensed a very obvious pulling by Ron.  He wanted to get out of that room as quickly as possible.  She felt bad because she assumed it must’ve been the effect of having all her ex-boyfriends there to watch.  But to her astonishment, he nodded to them as he passed! 

 

As they got into the limo to ride to the airport, Ron all but pushed her into the backseat.  Thinking she must have tripped on her dress and not realized it, Jenny scooted over so that he could get in.  He did, but immediately stepped over her and walked up the aisle to the front seat. 

 

“Ron!” she called, confused and hurt.  He merely shut the sound proof glass, ignoring her.  She heard the car doors locked and tried to unlock and open it.  It wouldn’t respond to her.  She waited, puzzled.

 

At the airport the limo pulled directly up to the jet, as was Ron’s custom.  Ron got out of the front of the limo and opened the back door to retrieve his bride.  Jenny stepped out of the car and almost lost her balance as Ron grabbed her by the elbow and started pulling her toward the ladder to the door of the jet.  She stumbled on her heels but caught the railing just as he was trying to pull her up in the plane. 

 

He turned to look at her.  The contempt in his eyes made Jenny tear up immediately.  “Wh-what did I do wrong, honey?” she asked.  Annoyed, he reached down and grabbed her by the corseted waist.  In one motion he jerked her up and hurled her into the plane. 

 

Dazed, Jenny tried to sit back up and get her bearings.  She had been in this plane before, or so she thought.  This looked far less like the posh plane she was used to and a lot more like a dungeon.  Pushing herself up with her hands, she looked around as Ron gave the order to move the ladder and closed the door. 

 

Picking her up by the waist again, he tossed her up onto the hard bed that was now attached to the wall.  He pushed her head into the mattress as he brutally shoved her wrists and ankles into a long wooden bar that closed around them, forcing her ass high into the air, her head down, and her legs far apart and holding them there. 

 

At this point she opened her mouth to scream.  “RON!  What are you doing!?  This is not what I wanted for our wedding night!  Let me go you pervert!  LET ME GOmmmmph...MMMMPPH!!”  Ron had stuffed an oversized ball gag into her mouth, pulling it brutally tight at the back of her head.  He then wrapped a white leather collar around her neck with a leash attached to the head of the bed.  She tried to jerk her head up and failed painfully, still attempting to turn and glare at her husband. 

 

Ron lifted the back of her long, pretty gown, exposing the thong she had worn specifically for him as well as the tops of the stockings she had chosen.  She had wanted nothing to be in the way of their fun on their wedding night.  Pulling the bottom of her gown up over her head, he wrapped it around her face and secured it at her neck with a zip-tie from the otherwise full package on the floor.  She squealed at the top of her lungs and tried to squirm about.

 

“Ah, what a show.  Watch her shake that pretty ass.  I could stand here all day.”

 

Jenny froze.  She recognized that voice.  That was Matt, her first boyfriend.  What was Matt doing here looking at her naked ass?  She whimpered, hoping to communicate to Ron that this was NOT her idea of fun. 

 

“Shit, girl,” Ron said. “You are one gullible bitch.  Do you think I knew exactly how to make you happy simply by guessing?  I had all these wonderful gentlemen to help me!”

 

Jenny wasn’t sure what he meant, but she knew it wasn’t good.  Who had she just married?  Years of self inflicted chastity and this was her wedding night?  It wasn’t fair!  What was to become of her now?  Surely her parents would come looking for her.  But wait…she was scheduled to be gone for at least two months, and then she was supposed to live in California!  She could feel the jet taking off now and began to panic.

 

“Shake that thing bitch!  Bwahahah!” Donny laughed.  He flipped her hymen with his finger.  “Yep, she’s still cherry.  This is gonna be great.  But I always wanted a piece of that ass.  I’ve broke more than one cherry but I’ve never seen an ass that tight that was available.  And bitch are you available right now!”  With that he slapped her ass painfully making her squeal into the gag again. 

 

Another hand felt her up at the same time she felt a body lean over her prone form.  “We’re going to leave you here for a little while to think of why you might deserve such treatment,” Jerry said.  “We think you’ll figure it out pretty quick.” 

 

With her wedding dress as a blindfold she could barely tell when the lights went out.  She clearly heard the door close, though, as all five men left the room. 

 

The position she was in quickly became unbearable, as did the oversized ball gag.  Things were starting to make sense though as she thought about it.  Now she understood why Ron was able to do everything just right.  He had four boyfriends worth of mistakes to learn from.  But what did they want from her?  Just to leave her tied up?  Donny sounded pretty horny, but that was pretty normal.

 

She yanked at her bonds to no avail.  The wood was unbreakable to her and there was no way to shake the gown off her head with it zip-tied to her neck, let alone push the oversized ball gag out that was so tightly attached that the corners of her mouth felt like they were bleeding.

 

Hours passed, and she lay there terrified.  She was almost completely immobile and jerking around only made things hurt.  The jet’s engines had been humming steadily, carrying her hundreds of miles from home.  She wondered where they were taking her; it seemed unlikely to be Hawaii.  Suddenly she heard a noise.  It had sounded like it might be the door opening.  She turned her head to try and pinpoint it through the mass of gown and hair that surrounded her ears.  The whine of the jet’s engines didn’t make it any easier.  Just as she was sure she had heard breathing, her thong was pulled down and a sharp, intense pain rocked her small body from the direction of her anus. 

 

“I get mine first and I keep the girl.  That’s the deal.  I hope you feel as good about the whole thing as I do,” said Ron, who was currently shoving his large dick into her virgin ass with very little lube.  Grunting a few times, he pushed it about a quarter of the way in.  Jenny screamed into the gag and thrashed about as well as she could, locked down as she was.  She was sure he was going to split her in two if he kept pushing.  Surely the thing was all the way in, whatever it was. 

 

“Actually, if you enjoyed it, I suspect I wouldn’t enjoy it near as much,” said Ron, pushing his dick further in.  Finally he had pushed it a bit further than halfway.  He started rocking back and forth to open her up a bit so that she could take him fully, his hands grasping her corseted waist firmly, pulling her along his member by her hips and bruising her ribs on the way back up. 

 

As Ron got more violent, he managed to get deeper and deeper until finally he was fully inserted.  By this point there was a good size stream of blood dripping onto the bed from where Jenny’s anus had torn and the poor girl was sobbing and shaking violently. 

 

Still, Ron wanted to get his, and her panicking only made him hornier.  She had realized what was in her ass by this point and was completely heart broken.  Her husband was a fake and a rapist.  She was married to someone who had her on a jet and was anally raping her in her wedding dress.  He had invited all of her ex boyfriends along for the ride.  She wondered who would get the pleasure of stealing her virginity.

 

Suddenly Ron erupted inside her ass.  He squeezed her sides so hard that he knocked out what little breath she was able to squeeze into her corseted body.  He thrusted three more times into her sore, bleeding ass, emptying himself fully into her bowels.  He paused there for a moment, and Jenny could hear him moving things around as if looking for something. 

 

Finally he found what he was looking for; a butt plug almost as massive as his dick.  Pulling out of her ass, he shoved it all at once using the natural lube to his advantage.  Jenny lurched up and slammed her head into the headboard of her bed as the plug was shoved in.   Her thong was jerked up around her hips and did a great job of holding the plug in place.

 

“Just a little extra touch I like to use.  Don’t say I never gave you nothing…like that gown.  Heh.  Fred will be in to see you soon.  I’m sure you’ll feel him though, and I understand he doesn’t like sloppy seconds so you’ll probably get a bath or something.  Enjoy the bed, babe.  I bought it just for you.”

 

With that he was gone, the door closed behind him.  Jenny wriggled a bit to try and dislodge the plug, but it was pointless.  She had very little energy anyway and the wriggling just caused the plug to rub her raw anus, which was still seeping blood. 

An hour or so later, Fred arrived.  The first thing he did was pull down her thong and remove the plug.  Dazed and not expecting such a sensation, Jenny lurched again and squealed in agony. 

 

Fred shoved the water hose that was connected to the jet’s sink deep into Jenny’s ass.  There wasn’t much cum; her body must have absorbed a lot of it within the last hour.  Either way he left the hose on low while he cut the zip-tie and lifted the gown from her head.  Her hair was a mass around her face and he had to clear it out of the way to see her eyes.  He so wanted to see her eyes; see the terror and pain in them.

 

Once he could see her eyes, he was momentarily stunned.  She was so beautiful like this, her dress splayed all about her and her makeup running down her face with her tears.  He had wanted to take her in the ass.  He had been planning it for months.  But now, seeing her face, he had to put his dick in her mouth. 

 

He pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock out.  It wasn’t very big, being only about four inches long and not very wide.  It was, however, the biggest dick Jenny had ever seen.  Her glassy eyes widened at the sight of the thing that she was sure was going to take her virginity.  Looking up into Fred’s eyes, she knew there would be no mercy.  His face was a mask of hunger and viciousness. 

 

He removed the gag.  “Please,” she whimpered.  He put his cock against her lips.  She looked up at him in confusion for a moment.  When comprehension dawned, she began sobbing and shaking her head as well as she could with it being leashed to the headboard.  He slapped her in the cheek with his dick.  Slowly, terrified and disgusted, she opened her mouth.  His dick slipped right in around her pretty red lips.  He gave a few practice thrusts then shoved hard.  He was gratified when the tip of his cock slammed into the back of her throat.  Pushing her head down onto his cock by yanking ear forward, Fred deep throated her.

 

The sensation of a cock in her throat made Jenny want to retch, but she knew she may choke if she did so she held it down.  Her head was horizontal to his cock because of the way she was laying which made it to where she had to hold her mouth open far wider than normal. 

 

Finally he came, injecting his semen directly into her throat.  He held it there for a bit, emptying it out and moaning in ecstasy.  When he pulled out, she had intended to spit.  Before she could, however, the ball gag was replaced.  She swallowed the semen rather than choke.  Her bowels were on fire from the continued stream of water in her ass.  Fred apparently forgot about the hose, or didn’t care, as he simply walked out of the door and closed it.

 

The gag in her mouth and the fire in her bowels was threatening to drive her insane.  The pain and humiliation was more intense than she could handle.  She squirmed and squealed into the gag as she panicked in her bonds.  There was no escape, and the hose was firmly lodged in her ass, having been shoved quite deep.  She wished she could will herself to just pee the pressure out of her bowels, but she wasn’t sure if her internals even worked that way.  She didn’t care at this point if she soiled her pretty dress; the day had already soiled it completely.  She pushed and pushed to try and fight the current of the water but only succeeded in increasing the pain her bowels. 

 

Finally she felt the flow slow and then stop.  The door opened again and this time she recognized the plodding of Donny.  Since the veil was no longer over her face she could turn to see him and his burden.  He was carrying an entire pile of…things.  She didn’t know how else to describe them.  But Donny was humming, and she knew that was a bad sign.  When they were dating he only had hummed when he was about to try and cop a feel. 

 

Dropping everything on the ground in front of the poor bitch, Donny sighed in relief; finally someone to use all these toys on.  The first thing he wanted to do was something he had been thinking of for a long time.  He had always wanted to do something evil to the snotty bitch’s face.  He had never really wanted to have sex with her because preppy girls like her were never any fun in bed.  She was fun in an innocent, gullible sort of way though.  But what kind of girlfriend doesn’t even give a blowjob? 

 

Sifting through the pile, Donny located what he was looking for: nose hooks!  He had looked long and hard for a pair this size that were curved in this hard.  Hooking her nose first, he drew the string up her forehead and then down the back of her head and finally to the strap that held her gag in.  She struggled at first but after the hooks bit into the sensitive inside of her nose she got very still.  Tying it so tight that she couldn’t move her head at all without giving herself a new piercing, Donny moved to the next step.  Throwing her gown completely over her head, he checked out her breasts.  Still the lovely little C-cups he remembered, exactly the same.  This girl really did live a dull life.  The bra, being strapless, came off quite easily releasing the cross hidden beneath.  He threw her bra on the floor, as the cross dangled lewdly between her quivering breasts.  Pulling out two adjustable metal breast rings, he slipped her breasts into them and began tightening the screws on the sides, making sure to leave her cross hanging freely.  Almost immediately her breasts turned pink, then red.  She was doing an interesting scream/moan thing now which was probably all she could in the position she was in.  As an added touch he slapped on some metal nipple clamps which he adjusted until he saw a trickle of blood from each nipple.  She was steadily crying now. 

 

There were only two things left on the floor now.  Donny disconnected her leash and collar and put them on the floor.  His were better.  He attached a posture collar that barely fit the poor little girl, cementing her chin in the place the nose hook held her.  The collar had the added feature of an elastic strap attached to the D-ring so that any time the leash was tugged, it would choke its wearer.  Donny connected the leash back to the new collar.  When he attached it to the bed, however, he left a lot less slack, forcing Jenny to keep her neck forward and her head up. 

 

Jenny, already exhausted and in agony in many places, was wishing he would just rape her and get it over with.  Then Donny got out a strange box with wires attached to it.  He plugged the box into the wall outlet.  He then started attaching the wires, which had alligator clamps on them, to various parts of her body: the nipple clamps, her pussy lips, the clitoris itself (which was extremely painful), various toes and fingers, and many places along her legs and sides. 

 

She was barely conscious of the fact that he was also using a piece of rope to attach her already immobile limbs to something under the bed so that she couldn’t lurch forward any more than she could lurch back.

 

Then he pushed a button.  Jenny’s world lit up in a fury of new agony. 

 

“That was low.  This is medium.”  He pushed the button again.  Her body convulsed, which only increased the torture as there was nowhere to convulse to.  The nose hook dug deeper and deeper and her already sensitive and reddening breasts felt like they were going to explode.  He pushed the button again and again.  Her entire reality rocked as waves of fiery pain flowed back and forth through her body, causing her already tortured and full bowels to contract and her pained breasts to jump back and forth.  She felt fresh blood from her nipples and clitoris as the clamps ripped them to shreds.

 

“We’ll skip high.  I think it might kill you.  But I’ll leave this little toy with Roy so he can use it on you.  I can die happy knowing that I’ve shown you what fun really is.  I really don’t see the need to rape you since I masturbated while I was shocking you.”  He set a timer on the machine and walked away, leaving it to shock the tortured body at thirty second intervals.

 

By the time Jerry arrived, Jenny was delirious from the pain.  Jerry turned the electricity machine off but left her otherwise bound, including the water hose that still kept her ass plugged tight.  He crouched down and looked her right in the eye. 

 

“You know you brought this upon yourself, don’t you?  You always dressed so sexy, yet never let us have any fun.  I’m not going to rape you.  I’m not going to hurt you.  I’m going to do just what you did to me.  Nothing.  I’m going to let you lay here, frustrated and angry, just as you left all of us night after night.  I’m not going to release you because you never gave us any release.  You teased and you teased and then you took your short skirt and low cut blouse right on out of our lives, all the while preaching about ‘saving yourself’ and ‘Christian virtues.’  Hah.  Lot of good it did you, huh?”

 

He petted her long black hair, smoothing it out of her tear filled eyes, avoiding the tight nose hook.  He tapped her nipple and showed her his red, blood covered finger.

 

“You are so pretty.  It’s a shame you couldn’t learn to share, like a good girl.”

 

With that he walked off, leaving her to moan.  She had hoped he would take pity.  Her only hope now was Matt, and after the snubbing she gave him, that wasn’t much hope at all.

 

After a few hours of waiting in sheer agony, she was convinced that she did indeed bring this upon herself.  It was her fault this was happening.  She had been nothing but a teasing whore.  If only Roy had really loved her, everything would be okay.  Obviously that wasn’t the case, but he had said something about “keeping her.”  Maybe that meant that she could somehow redeem herself to him. 

 

A while later Jenny fell asleep.

 

Soon thereafter, Roy came into the room.  He looked her over.  She was gorgeous.  He ran his hand from her feet, still in their high heels, to all the way up the inside of her thigh to her clamped pussy lips.  He flicked the clamps on her nipples, snickering at the irony of the cross hanging between her deep purple breasts.  He pushed her beautiful black hair out of her eyes, noticing that there were fresh tears from her having cried herself to sleep.  He moved around behind her and firmly grasped the garden hose stuck in her ass.

 

He woke her up by jerking it out, reopening the wound he had inflicted upon her.  She jumped awake, squeaking into the gag but still unable to move.

 

“Hold it all in your ass.  I will let you go to the restroom, but not if you let loose on my floor,” he said.  She squeezed her anus as tight as she could, hoping that she could keep from disappointing Roy yet again.  She was tired of pain.

 

He removed the nose clamps first, allowing her to relax her neck a bit.  The posture collar still kept her quite rigid.

 

He removed the alligator clamps, one by one, her body racking with sobs every time.  She screamed into the gag when he released the last five, the ones on her nipples, pussy lips, and clitoris.  He did them each individually, fingering them before he did so.  She was crying all over again now.

 

When he got to her purple breasts, he couldn’t resist squeezing them both.  Jenny yelped into the gag and a thin trickle of water and blood ran down the inside of her leg from her ass and blood dripped from her gouged nipples.  Roy didn’t notice, however, and released both of the rings on her breasts.  They throbbed as blood returned to them.  Roy tossed the rings to the side and turned his attention to her bound wrists and ankles.  He opened the wooden board that held them in place, releasing her from the rest of her bondage.  She slowly fell onto her side.  He undid the leash at her collar, leaving the collar on her neck.

 

For a while she lay there, unsure what to do, concentrating on holding the water in her ass.  Then Roy threw her bra at her.

 

“Go to the restroom,” he told her.  “You know where it is.  While you’re in there, you may remove your gag long enough to get a drink, but no longer.  Put your bra back on.  Fix your hair and your dress as best as you can, but throw your panties in the trash; you won’t need them.  Clean the blood off your ass and tits.  When you get done, I expect you to come back here and lay spread eagle, belly up, on your bed.  There are leather cuffs at each corner of the bed; attach your wrists and ankles to them.  They lock when snapped shut.  Make sure you reattach the leash before you do your last wrist.  You have thirty minutes.”

 

He turned around and went out the door, leaving it unlocked.  She didn’t even think of escape.  She was on a plane with her husband after all; why should she want to escape?  This line of logic was how she was coping with the situation. 

 

She got up off the bed, carefully stretching stiff limbs.  Her panties fell to her ankles and she removed them.  She walked slowly and gingerly to the restroom, trying very hard to hold all the water in.  Once she got to the restroom, she threw her panties in the trash.  She sat on the toilet and released.  The water gushed for what felt like forever and her bowels contracted back to their normal size.  Her stomach still hurt a bit, but nothing like before.  She cleaned up the dried blood using water from the sink after detaching the water hose.  Gingerly she pulled the gown down to her waist for her breasts were still very sore.  She dabbed at her bloody nipples, surveying the damage in the mirror.  They were torn up but intact.  She had a tough time replacing the bra as her C-cup breasts were very swollen.  In the end she had to crush them painfully into the once comfortable bra.  She left the cross out and dangling against her breast.  Some deep recessed part of her mind thought that maybe, just maybe, her lord would save her from this.  She surely couldn’t do it herself.  She replaced the gown on her shoulders and rearranged its folds around her scratched ankles. 

 

She fumbled with the clasp at the back of her head but got the gag off.  She drank from the sink thirstily while the gag hung from her neck.

 

She combed out her long hair as best she could with her fingers.  She was able to get most of the tangles out.

 

Looking in the mirror, she saw a perverted image of that beautiful glowing bride she had seen earlier that day.  Her eyeliner had streamed down her face with her tears and she had a haunted look in her eyes that she had never seen in a sane person.  The collar she wore was massive and inflexible, but pretty in a strange sort of way.  She knew what she was going to do.  Surely she could take this punishment and not upset Roy.  What choice did she have?  Her parents wouldn’t come looking for her for at least two months.  She was on a jet bound for who knew where.  She would cope.  She would make her new husband proud, somehow.  She returned the gag to her mouth, wincing in pain as she closed the clasp behind her head.

 

Jenny flushed the toilet and turned off the light as she left the bathroom.  She would be a good wife.  She returned to the bed and eagerly followed her husband’s orders.  She attached each ankle to a leather cuff.  The arrangement of the cuffs pulled her legs uncomfortably far apart, but she would manage.  Besides, the cuffs were locked now and she hadn’t a key.  She attached the leash next and then lay down in the bed where her own blood had dripped.  She attached her left wrist first.  She had some difficulty with her right wrist as it was as far away from her body as it could possibly be, stretching her very tightly.  Finally she got it on.  Jenny waited for her husband to return.

 

Matt opened the door.  Jenny leaned her head up to look, groaning into the gag.  She had forgotten about him, her first boyfriend. 

 

Matt looked her over.  She was as beautiful as he remembered, and all his.  He ran over and lifted her gown to check her vagina.  She was still a virgin, just as Roy had said.  He looked her in the eyes.  Her eyes seemed to be looking through him, at some object behind and above him.  He rubbed her vagina and she closed her eyes.  He fingered her a bit and noticed blood on her clitoris.  They must have been rough with her, but she deserved it.  Besides, they had lived up to their part of the bargain; her hymen was intact. 

 

Jenny was thinking about Roy.  Once this trial was over, surely he would claim her as his own.  They were, after all, married.  She felt Matt’s hand on her pussy, but thought of Roy’s hand.  She felt Matt’s gaze upon her, but imagined it was Roy’s brown eyes.  She felt Matt insert his dick into her wet virgin pussy, but imagined it being Roy.  It had to be Roy; that’s who she had saved it for. 

 

Matt couldn’t have known that when he tore into her hymen and she screamed in agony and ecstasy that she was actually screaming Roy’s name.  The gag kept that secret.  He couldn’t have known that when she actually started gyrating her hips and pushing back she was delusional enough to actually think he WAS Roy.  He didn’t care; he was in Jenny’s pussy and he was going to take full advantage of it. 

 

Being an inexperienced lover, it didn’t take long for Matt to explode within her.  Jenny closed her eyes in ecstasy, imagining herself now impregnated with Roy’s child. 

 

Matt took a step back and looked in horror at what he had just done.  He had raped Jenny; he had to tell the police!  They would make this right.  Even if he ended up in jail, he would know he had done the right thing and Jenny would be saved.  Then he looked into her eyes and saw the sheer joy in them.  She had been waiting for him.  She was happy, he could tell. 

 

Matt could live comfortably knowing that Jenny was happy with her new husband.  Apparently this was something she enjoyed, being tied up and screwed.  He knew there were people like that.  It explained why Jenny had broken up with him; he knew he couldn’t do this.  But he was sure glad someone could.  He cleaned up in the bathroom and went back to the passenger area glad his first girlfriend was married to a husband she loved.

Jenny laid there waiting with her eyes closed and her wedding gown bunched up around her corseted waist.  It didn’t matter how long it took, Roy would come for her.  Still stretched painfully tight with her pussy exposed, Jenny fell asleep. 

 

She slept through the night and woke only when she felt the plane land.  She hazily looked around and saw Roy looking at her from the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest.

 

“Sleep well?” he asked.  She nodded slowly, being unable to speak through the gag.  He untied her ankles first, then her wrists.  She laid there on her bed, rubbing her wrists, watching him as he unlatched her leash from her collar. 

 

“Sit up.  It’s time to meet your family.  Pick up all those toys your ex-boyfriend brought you and bring them with you to your new home.”

 

Jenny got up off the bed, smoothing her wedding gown as best she could.  She looked around, locating all the toys.  She picked up the shocking machine, nipple clamps, butt plug, and the nose hooks with her blood dried on them.  She gathered them in her arms with the breast rings as well as she could.  At some level she comprehended that these “toys” had caused her massive amounts of pain since her wedding.  She picked up the board that had held her prone on the bed while the men had all raped her. 

 

Once she had everything gathered in her small arms, Roy walked down the ramp out of the door to the jet.  Jenny, with an oddly complacent and dazed look in her eyes, followed him.  Walking carefully on her heels, she negotiated the ramp.  Her feet throbbed from being in the heels so long and she hoped she would have time to take her shoes off before…well, before whatever happened happened?  She really wasn’t sure what to expect.

 

Looking at the big old stone house nestled in the woods, she assumed she was not going to Hawaii.  Hearing a commotion behind her, she turned to see Donny and Fred pulling her small hard bed out of the jet door, the leather cuffs still attached to the posts.  When she looked back forward, Roy was waiting impatiently by the open front door.  He cocked an eyebrow at her as she passed him and went through the doorway, keeping her eyes averted in embarrassment.

 

Roy came from behind her and put his hand on her shoulder, telling her to wait.  She looked around at the posh living room with its leather sofa and big screen TV.  There were security monitors lining the wall, but they were off.  Apparently whatever he wanted to monitor was plenty secure. 

 

Pulling a small remote out of his right pocket, Roy hit one of the buttons.  A previously invisible door popped open leading to a dark room with a dim light somewhere inside.  It looked like the light was coming from somewhere below. 

 

“Down the stairs, Jenny.  You haven’t earned the right to be untied upstairs yet,” Roy said, ominously.

 

Jenny went through the door and walked slowly down the creaking stairs into the musty basement.  She could see a dim light far below, so she walked slowly toward it unsure as to what else to do.  She could hear Roy walking behind her and heard the hidden door close with a loud thud.  Her ears popped at the sound of it.  She carefully carried her load of toys all the way down to the bottom of the basement. 

 

In the dimly lit basement she couldn’t see the ceiling but figured she had walked at least around four stories downstairs in a spiral.  The odds of anyone hearing something like a scream from this far down through solid stone…

 

Jenny stopped, unsure as to where to go from here.  Roy stepped out behind her off the stairs and put on a pair of sunglasses.  Jenny was very confused by this until Roy hit another button on his remote. Suddenly the entire basement filled with a blinding white light, forcing Jenny to the ground with a yelp.  Oddly, she was sure she wasn’t the only one yelping even though Roy stood calm and composed.

 

Her eyes adjusting to the light, Jenny tried to focus on the wall or the ceiling or Roy or anything.  Her blurry vision caught movement at the far end of the room;  three cages with some sort of animal in them.  No, not animals.  People.  Women!  Women in…wedding dresses?  Sitting at the far end of this room were three women in cages wearing wedding dresses. 

 

Jenny gasped, trying to understand what she was seeing.  She turned to look at Roy, who was smiling from beneath his sunglasses. 

 

“Your welcoming committee.  The three victims prior to you.  They will be your room mates, your friends, and your masters,” Roy said, still grinning.  “You will do as your superiors say and you will take commands from everyone in this house until there is another.  If there is another.  Shelly will dress you,” he said, pointing at the short blonde in the far left cage who seemed very happy to see Jenny.

 

Roy walked over and unlocked Shelly’s cage, allowing her to walk out.  She walked freely with no restraints leaning over to receive a kiss from Roy.

 

Roy put his hands together at his waist and leaned against the now empty cage to watch.  Shelly, with a big smile on her face, looked straight at Jenny and said “Strip.” 

 

Jenny, further confused and still holding all of her toys, looked at Roy.  Roy walked over to the next cage and smiled from behind his sunglasses while nodding to Shelly and unlocking that cage, then the next.  Jenny set her load down on the floor and removed her wedding gown, exposing her vagina.  Shelly looked her over appraisingly. 

 

“All of it!  Except the stockings, the heels, the collar, the corset, and the gag.  You can keep those on.  I want your bra, too, and those stupid earrings.  And the necklace,” Shelly added.

 

“No,” said Roy from the corner by the last cage.  “Leave the cross, I like it.”

 

Shelly shrugged.  “Okay, leave the necklace.  But hand me everything else.”

 

Jenny dazedly handed Shelly her wedding gown, bra, and earrings.  She stood there embarrassed to be under the scrutiny of so many strangers.  She crossed her arms over her vagina reflexively only to have them swatted away with a crop by the oldest bride of the group. 

 

“Never, ever do that.  If you’re uncovered, it’s because someone wants you uncovered.  If we didn’t want to see your pretty little twat we would give you some panties or a little skirt or something.  Boy do you have a pretty little twat!” said the older woman.  She took her first finger and hooked it into Jenny’s vagina.  Jenny squeaked and tried to pull away but the older girl had a very strong finger.  Her nail dug into Jenny’s sensitive insides, bringing tears to her eyes.  Jenny stood on her tip toes, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain while the other girls snickered at her. 

 

“That would be Mary Anne, the oldest of my wives,” Roy said.  “She is a little on the sadistic side, especially with pretty little girls like you.” 

 

Just then the middle wife came into the room carrying a package.  She walked up to Jenny, shyly avoiding her eyes and opened the package.  It was a very, very small French maid’s outfit. 

 

“Put it on, Jenny,” Shelly said.  “Now YOU get to do all the dirty work.”

 

Looking nervously between the four of them, Jenny took the little garment with both hands, lifting it out of the flat box it was stored in.  It was black and white with transparent netting on both sides, very low cut in the front with a skirt so tiny that if she bent over at all she would be completely exposed.  Being already completely exposed, Jenny slipped the little dress over her head and adjusted it on her body, being very careful around her sore breasts which still had purple bruises on them. 

 

Shelly spun her around and tightened the bow on the back of the dress bringing it in to show off Jenny’s wonderfully tight waist.  Roy nodded in approval.  “You girls go get dressed while I give Jenny her mask and show her Shelly’s old job,” he said, dismissing them.  Reaching into one of the many cabinets lining the basement wall, Roy pulled out a large black rubber mask with a large protrusion on the inside.  He walked around behind her and applied the mask to Jenny’s face.  The protrusion acted as a gag, forcing her tongue to stay at the bottom of her mouth, effectively keeping her from talking at all.  The mask wrapped around her face like a tight glove covering her eyes and leaving only her nose open to the air.  It wrapped around the back of her head leaving a small hole in the back which Roy painfully yanked all of her pretty long black hair through.  Roy pulled off the covers that went over her eyes and with a sound of ripping velcro she could see.  They reconnected by another strap of velcro at her forehead.

 

He attached a leash to her choking posture collar and pulled her back upstairs.  Her feet were starting to feel numb from being in the shoes for so long, and Roy didn’t seem interested in releasing her from them.  She stumbled once because he pulled her too hard and he caught her by her sore breasts, adding to the bruises.  Tears came again to her eyes and ran down the front of her mask. 

 

Once back in the living area, Roy locked cuffs onto her ankles that were connected by a short chain, effectively hobbling her.  She was informed that she would be hobbled at all times except when she was expected to negotiate the stairs.  She was shown what to clean and how to do it.  Just clean.  Everything had to be immaculate all the time.  There were the cleaning chemicals and tools, in that cabinet.   As he went, Roy explained to her some of the rules of the house.  She was not to do anything, not even go to the restroom, without asking for permission from someone else.  The other women knew what they could grant and what they couldn’t so she could ask anyone anything.  She was never, ever to block advances from either him or the other women, submitting completely at all times.  This would be her position until another woman arrived, if another woman arrived.  She would live on her small, hard bed, chained spread eagle until someone needed her.  If she tried to escape, she would not get very far as the entire property was accessible only by jet. 

 

She was then instructed to begin cleaning; Shelly had been locked in the cage all day awaiting their arrival so there was lots of cleaning to do.  When she was done she could come to any of them for new orders.  At some point someone would probably feed her and give her water.  If she was good, they might even let her rest naked considering the day she had had; but not until the entire house was spotless.

 

With that, Roy plopped onto the couch and watched his other three girls come up the stairs and through the door, Shelly looking particularly exuberant.  They were all wearing short skirts with high heels and hose, apparently vying for Roy’s attention.  Jenny, already jealous, beginning looking for something to clean to take her mind off of things.  It was a very, very large house.  With little measured steps so as not to fall off her throbbing feet, she started dusting the nearest bookshelf.