In The Hole

In The Hole  Chap 8

by roccodadom44

roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

  an original work by roccodadom44

WARNING  my tales all involve underaged, snuff, scat, gay, and worse so please decide if this suits you.........peace....rocco

      Before we entered our cottage, I had laid out a plan for playing with Kerry, we  would shun her, ignore her at first, make her await her pain, a little mental abuse for the bully. So when we got to the room, more fresh flowers, chocolates and a silver and white baloon bouquet for the girls, we ignored the hogtied, silver bow on her butt, quivering cunt, got down to it, a family fuck, how we fucked with passion, the noises my babies made heavenly, their sighs, grunts, squeals, all creating a symphony of audio delight, their warm bodies energizing me crazy, they made me young, I made them old, it worked. How they threw their little bodies into it, they did not want to miss any opportunity for sexual adventure, their youth was their pass to guilt free pleasure, that and their past experiences, both had watched and participated in many deaths, giving them concrete proof of the fleeting nature of this human life.

  After we all had our cum off to the shower, again without a glance at the trussed pig in the corner, as if she was just another fruit basket, maybe we would pick at it later, but it was just a pile of fruit, nothing exotic bout that. They were jiggy with intentions, how they wanted to get at the pig, Rickys cute take, she would take some of his rage at Bri, he could relax and enjoy his wedding, see he was old, I explained, Bri was yesterday, after tomorrow just a memory, never good to dwell in the past, we would make many new sexy memories, challenged them, never even speak of loathsome Brianna after tomorrow, they dug it, Carlenes plea, can she go fuck up Kerry, her giving me her little Ms Innocence charm face, I could not resist, the kids fast walking to the pig, I had my cam out, what a wedding album we would have.

Carlene was an energetic girl, her fists, elbows, knees, and sexy big feet were battereing the tied up pig, Ricky content to watch with me, we were on the bed, hugging, sharing some wine, cheering our lover on, Rickys hand running lightly over my thighs, grazing my wood and balls, he would look into my eyes time to time, mouth his love you to me, that was magic, he was the best thing to ever happen to me, told him that, he blushed, kissed my cock, scooted off to help Carlene, who had untied the punched out cow, Kerrys cramps making her body dance sexy for us, nice wrack, fat ass, very ripe teen cunt.

  How they worked her, Ricky passive to Carlene, her story to write, it would be a stark tale, her eyes full of rage, do not slight Carlene, like Ricky and I, she made lists, settled scores, did not let others break her, ever. Carlene coating her and Rickys arm with Vicks was a good start, how they got both their little arms up her pussy, when they each had one arm up her stretched twat, Carlene drilled her other arm up Kerrys snatch, it was amazing it didn't tear, chalk it up to young flesh being elastic. How Kerry begged, screamed, howled as the Vicks burnt her tender inner cunt, my babies arms and hands trashing her good, Carlenes plea, for me to take her ass, oh my, the feeling of their arms rubbing my cock through Kerrys anal wall quite glorious, how I power drove her dirty colon, her shit smelling, sliming my wood, we all spanked her fat cheeks silly, she was babbling, we were teasing her, we would bust her cunt forever.

  Felt good blowing my load up her ass, she cleaned me good, cunt knew better than to resist, her only hope was that we didn't have permission to off her, Carlene would revel in this bullys death gurgle, but Kerry was a trained slave, had a utilitarian purpose, so we could only torture, but sometimes thats enough. When Carlene dragged Kerry by her hair to the bathroom, Ricky and I were amazed at how gaping the pigs cunt was, her ass was a one inch hole, leaking shit and cum, but her twat was a fuck canyon, easily four inches across, I joked I could see her tonsils, Ricky wondering how much bigger they could stretch it, we both excited at what our sexy marriage partner to be had planned for the gaper.

  Watching Carlene use Kerry as her toilet was so sweet, my baby pissed her face first, then as her tiny cheeks flexed, she dropped an eight inch shit rocket down Kerrys throat, Ricky and I howling at the size of it, how Kerrys eyes rolled, but she took it, watching her screwed up face digest Carlenes shit log was amusing, we knew she wanted to puke, I told her I would rip her tits off if she did, the babes teasing her, trying to make her sick, her abject misery so sexy, me thinks her bully days are over. Though it would be nice to rip her tits off, I really did not want shit barf all over our cottage, so I had them hold Kerrys legs over her head, her wide open cunt available, I pissed down her cunt hole, and then dropped several quality logs down her cunt, making the half crazed pig clean me and Carlenes shit stained rectums, her tongue quite energetic, fear had a way of pushing people to please. Ricky added a sexy thin rope of shit to her full cunt, how sexy his sewn on cunt lips looked flapping as the shit exited his quality anus. I took the nearby plunger and packed her love tunnel with a solid wall of feces, I Grabbed her arms, Carlene and Ricky a leg each, and we tossed her out the door, into the freezing night, her cunt packed solid with our shit, her stomach digesting Carlenes shit torpedo, want to bully my girl again, I thought not.

We burnt candles, sprayed Lysol to remove the smell of shit girl, we were all still wired, they were nervous about our wedding tomorrow, afraid things would change, clued them in, for the better they would change, we were making it official, three as one, they liked that, their lives would be secure now, as I would set up trust funds for them, Bob and Lisa donating a million dollars, after all Carlene was their daughter, kind of a dowry, though I would gladly have paid them the million for the honor of Carlenes hand, she attacked my mouth with her tongue for that one, got them relaxed, smoking a fatty helped, we watched Sixteen Candles, closest to a wedding flick we could find on the TV, both of them wanted to play with Molly Ringwalds sexy little body, Rickys desire to castrate Andrew Michael Hall, thought he was sissy faggy, the kids hamming it up, like their own version of MST3000, both asking me what were underwear during the panty scene, for my babes seldom wore that garment, why cover one of their most beautiful attributes, their cunts. Dumb movie, but it did its job, lulled us, the kids wanting to fuck, my firmness, next time we made love, we would be married, till then no sex, wanted tomorrows loving to be special, they were all smiles, they got it, vocalizing their happiness, their love for me saving them, my return love volley, it was they who saved me, turning my analog life into a wide screen HD experience, everything a lot more colorful, the beauty of my babes, not sure they heard my words, for both sweeties were softly snoring, the cutest little smiles adorning their angelic faces, wow, we were in a special place, the three of us were only one.

  I let them sleep in, this would be a late night for sure, my grin spreading, I was marrying a twelve year old boy/girl, and a ten year old sexy girl, who would of thought it possible, the vision of them in their bikinis on a Florida beach, very sexy, we would have the best honeymoon ever. Their yawns and stretches alerted me to my babes awakening, funny, I always found their just woke up, hair messed silly, eyes squinted erotic as all get out, their darling naked bodies bouncing up on my knees, like I was a perverted Santa, and hell yeah, I was. Loved their morning stink breath as they each gave me an expressive good morning tonguing, how hot their bodies, how soft their bellies,my over sized paws loved to rest on their yummy soft baby bellies, we were all famished, ordered room service, the kids shyness nice, they were a little intimidated by the fuss over them, my reassurances, everyone adored them, wished us well, wanted to share our special day, they did not have to do this, reminded them, these fine folks had thought enough of them to make them the only preteen members of the Farm, that was something. They promised to be their adorable selves, like they could be anything but charming, more, I made them promise to enjoy our day for the right reason, we were committing our lives to each other, agreeing that we choose to be united, that was the beauty of today, that and one last go at ugly Bri.

  As the sexy little slave cunt served our breakfast, my babes made me proud, they ignored her, and she was hot, about eight, prime of her sexuality, with the cutest bubble butt, you knew there was something hot under those meaty cheeks, something hot and moist, her tits flat, but her nipples had been modified, her nips had two inch round, thick brass rings holding cloth napkins, utilitarian, that they were only interested in their waffles with whipped cream good, meant they got it, slaves weren't people, they were to be allowed to do their jobs, their purpose for living was to serve, occasionally service Masters, again, enough pain pigs here, it was a sweet thing to have a well trained, experienced staff, as my girls daintly wiped their sticky fingers on the handy hanging napkins, they did manage to stretch the cunts nipples good and hard. Hard not to at least grope her spectacular basket ball butt, but knew once started we would not be able to contain our passions, dismissed her roughly, though she was on the to fuck list of mine, told my babes time to shower, get ready for their spa day, my hunting. We did it, all showered together and no one had an orgasm, though it was close, Ricky and I just had to tickle Carlenes little cunt, her trying to not enjoy our wormy fingers funny, her sexy face a mix of lust and concentration, we left her hanging, she would get hers tonight, as my wife, her squeal of joy, Rickys quick Me too, Me too, of course silly boy, got them dressed, and as we watched Saturday morn cartoons, the clock appeared to have stopped, or time was dragging bad, our want to be married, on with our lifes big.

   Lisas call, time for the girls to get ready for their big night, mm mm, time for me to go release some tension, waste an animal or two, relax my being, the stress starting to get to me, the kids right, all the to do wearying, just wanted to spend my life with the two most exceptional lovers a guy could ever want, but I would will myself to take today in, enjoy the once in a life timeness of it, had told my babes to, had to make sure I did the same, shame to not bask in the ritualistic ceremony and banquet, along with offing and roasting Bri, this would be a wedding to remember, idly considered if People Magazine should cover it, now that would be a magazine that sold hot.

It was only for the day, but parting from babies was hard, our bond was firm, our need to be together paramount, glad there was two of them, they could lean on one another, told them when I see them next we would be standing before Bri, that cheered them, their goodbye kisses extra wet, Lisa and her friends whisking the girls away, laughing that their dresses would blow me away, a famous designer who dug young flesh made them just for my girls,mm mm, my babes in wedding gowns, for me, that's sweet, the limo leaving got me down for a second, God, I was addicted to them, go figure. Joe and Bob showed up minutes later, their Jeep loaded with weapons, drinks, and oddly, two black guys, naked and chained over the hood like bagged prey, my smile large, Joes giggle, that's right we were going coon hunting. Bob explaining these losers were part of a group the Farm purchased recently in the Sudan, seemed there was some tribal spat, Christians versus Muslims, the Farm bought twenty two slaves from one party or the other, Bobs amusingly not sure which side, though we should consider them Muslims, everyone would torture the remaining meat harder if they thought them dirty towel heads, sound reasoning that.

The game was easy, the darkies had a two minute head start, Joe told them in broken English, their fear sexy, each had oversized cock and balls, looked in shape, this would be real hunting. They sprinted in different directions, each into woods, Bobs giggle, the entire compound was enclosed, three sides by an uncrossable rapid ice caked river, the front by elecric fence, the darkies could only roam a thousand acre field, an area about one and half mile square, we would stay together, take our time, try to round the fuckers into a corner, and we did, they made much noise, their smell strong, they were together now, in a little more than an hour of tracking we had driven them to the corner where there only option was to jump into the icy cold, strong flowing river, and everyone knew darkies could not swim, or charge past us, time to bag some dark meat.

  Thye let me have the taller one, who was trying to hide behind a boulder, his legs and bubble butt sticking out, I did cap his ass, purposely hitting his fleshy cheeks, he leaped to his feet, started hopping around, holding his cheeks, quite comical, when I shot his flopping cock off, I am a great eye, no doubt, the guys loved it,  the meat not so much, as now one hand held his suddenly Irish size pecker, the other hand still covering his new, bloody asshole. Bob telling me to take his leg out so they could wound the other, then we could play, sounded like a plan, my next shot destroying the monkeys right knee, he dropped, fucker didn't have three hands, as he rolled on the ground, his hands slapping around, trying to stop all his leaks, not succeeding in the least, moaning and groaning, fag.

The other stooge actually came out of hiding, hands up, what the fuck, Bob and Joe each shot one of his hands, his palms looking like Christ the fuck savior, he was waving his sore hands, talking monkey gibberish, ran towards the tree line, My buds each fired again, both his lower legs hit, he plopped face first in the snow, monkey boy was down, stupendously round dark ass looking quite sexy, too bad he was dirty, no way I was butt plugging some dark continent import, God knows what fuck disease he carried in his filthy body, not even with two skins, would not even consume dark meat, unless it was young, tested. We got them together, staked them out in the snow, got to work, stomping them ugly, we paid special attention to their sex organs, the cock I shot off bleeding sweetly, how we stomped those balls silly, they puked, pissed, shitted, we laughed, taunted, stomped some more, we would stomp them to death, dirt beneath our feet, subhumans.

  We took an hour to off them, using lighters, knives, tasering them silly, how they twisted and screamed for us, we were in a state, stopping for shots of whiskey, not your bachelor party, mine, Joe kidding me, how good it would feel to get at Bri, my picturing that sour puss drove me to kick my boys head in, his skull cracked, his face got distorted, he gurgled loud, see ya, fucker was off to never ever again land, seventy two virgins my ass. The other darkie was horrified, making mewling noises, as Bob rammed a tree branch up the fools ass, at least a foot and a half, butt fucked to death would be funny. Joe stroked the darkies cock, it got huge, at least thirteen inches, fuck, what a fuck stick, thought about Bri being ass raped by this gorilla, but I planned on eating my share of Bris carcass. Bob decided he wanted that for the trophy room, he sawed the cock and balls off, stuck them in a container full of ice, would have them stuffed, the fag bleeding out, we gave him a farewell pissing, Bob also dumping a load of fresh shit on the contorted in pain face, we left him alive, the wolves already within sight, they would savage live meat, mm mm.

As it was two thirty, we decided to head back, my want to speed things up, they slowed me, we shared another drink of whiskey, they were telling me how lucky I was, like I didn't know that, Joe going on, I had the sexiest girls around, Bob telling me to find time to make the Farm a regular part of our lifes, like there was any way I would not. He wanted my take on things, I praised them crazy, blew them some ass smoke, then pointed out a quick way to get fresh meat, instead of offing defective meat, trade it to third world countries, they would love any type of white meat, we could get good return for young white flesh, Arabs, Darkies, and Gooks would not care if the cute preteen white boy had diabetes or not, only that he had a tight bung hole, Bob and Joe loved it, they had a buyer who had connections in that part of the world, they were smart, understood my point, we could use these third world scum for strictly torture and snuffing, have lot of hunting parties, Joe lusted for yellow flesh, we all saw the fun in young, tiny gooks to ravish, Bobs attempt at humor, but we would be hungry fifteen minutes later, ha ha, time to go..

  Me, all alone in the cottage, just pondering it all, how my life had moved on, as if we had all ascended to a different level of life, only absolute, no going back, no denying myself this degree of pleasure, like a vampire to blood, my blood young flesh, little apprehension that I would tire of my babes as they aged, somewhat eased at the thought of how real our love was, how we all seemed to need each of us, that trinity thing again, we together, complete.  Got my monkey suit on, looked quite fine if I say so myself, had a little case of the butterfies, relaxed, knew this was destined to be, image of me and my babes consumating our marriage, repeatedly, gave me the push, the brilliant picture of Bri having his death gurgle, my feet were moving, get me to the church on time.

   Met Bob and Joe at the bar, all the male owners were there, the handshaking and back slapping tedious, but well meant, they were genuinely fond of me, some of them already praising my trading the defects idea, never was good at taking compliments, partly cause I never fucked cared much what others thought, time passed though, and soon enough, Lisa called us all to the center of the huge room, as we all stood around the center fireplace, music playing softly, in walked Ricky and Carlene, my knees buckled, their beauty staggered me, their eyes locking on mine, they were as committed as me, glad to have a party, but focused on the three of us uniting forever, that was our thing. Their gowns stunning, layers of white silk over off white sequins, the full length gowns slit to their waists, their sexy gams giving all a peek at heaven, the tops low, cut above their nipples, just out of sight, strapless, their sexy young shoulders proudly displayed, their hair done perfect, angels they were.

  How they both knelt at my feet, kissed my Edward Green shoes, I helped them to their feet, gave them each a chaste kiss on their rosey cheek, as we all held hands, Bri was led into the hall, much booing, hissing, our smiles ours, we would enjoy Bris coming execution. Lisa got us seated in three throne like chairs, on the dais, Ricky on my right, Carlene my left, they had been liberal in their dosing of Obsession, that sexy fragrance tickling my cock, several slaves served us drinks, Mountain Dews for the girls, on the rocks, fine crystal, this was a class affair, my merlot sweet tasting, reminding myself to not over indulge, wanted to be ready to please my wifes tonight, that happy thought bringing me back to now, he was in front of us, Jesus, he was ragged, skinny, tits sagging no more hormones for faggy boy, the kids loved how he looked at the floor, he was broken, ready for his punishment, justice served.

  He was always a whiner, and of course he ruined everything. If he just took it, we would of still drawn and quartered him, but quickly and cleanly, but he had to beg, plead, whimper, his sobs big, loud, snotty things, the room resounding in laughter at his pathetic display, did he even consider we would show him any mercy, well, if so, he was fuck not paying attention, contrary, we would work him dirty to punish his pity spectacle, my babes aping his sobs, silly girls, hugged them both to me, told them I loved them, shouts of kiss the brides, oh we did, much spit swapping, three greedy tongues wrestling, could see the want in the crowds eyes, they wanted what we had, true love. Fuck it, I took control, ordered the room quiet, explained that in order for us to move forward, the criminal, I would never uttter his name again, had to be punished, his crime so henious, that all slaves must witness his death, that crime, arrogance in a slave, could easily spread to other slaves, like a virus.

   I stood in front of him, he quivered, begged, his abilty to hold his tongue none, I spit in his face, my babes cheered, Bri shut up, his sad eye looked at me, his look so sad, so funny, as we waited for the slaves to be situated along the walls of the room, I allowed Bri to get on his knees and lick the soles of my shoes, let him pay homage to justice served, his acceptance of his sentence at least something besides his constant whining, what a fag. For so many people, the room was eerie quiet, the tension evident, the gathered slaves scared, the grownups twitchy with hunger for Bris slaughter, I read the charges, the sentence, asked Bri if he accepted his justice, he bawled like a baby, his words all jangled up, then it came out clear as day, he called Ricky a whore, my Ricky, my Fiance, I was seething, the blur called Ricky flew past me, the way my babe took the bigger Bri down, a violent tackle, Ricky on Bris chest throwing fists bombs to the ugly fags face, seeing Carlene leap into it, her spiked heels flailing at Bri, how sexy the scene, my babes in their five thousand dollar matching designer wedding gowns beating the snot out of the sobbing scum, the crowd in a frenzy for my babes, a two versed chant starting, Ricky, Ricky one side chanted, Carlene, Carlene the other, my heart full of love for my fighting babes.

Got them off the loser, his face bloodied nice, Ricky was furious, but he took my hug, kisses, started to simmer down, my words, Bri was about to come undone, no need to even touch the fag anymore, and with that we sat back in our thrones, I called loudly for executioners, the people all jockeying for that right, Bob picked several strong guys, they stood behind Bri, as I charged them with Drawing and Quartering the criminal, adressed the assembled Owners, that they should remember to always stamp out the slightest spark of disobedience in slaves, to the slaves, who I could feel tremble as I eyed their ranks, I declared, arrogance led to the whimpering clown on the ground, then I pointed to my babes, dressed so elegantly, in their thrones, sometimes perfect obedience led to freedom. With that I was done, except to instruct the chosen executioneers in how to carry out a proper quartering.

  The crowd gasped as I laid out the proper execution of a traitors quartering, everyone would remember this punishment, the slaves would be cowed for years, as they got Bri up, he farted sad loud, the laughter louder, his begging picking up, as they easily manhandled him between four solid iron poles, he was spread eagled between the poles, three feet off the ground, his ruined ass on display, his cock and balls for everyone to see, he got a hardon, Lisa had told me earlier that they would load him with Viagra in his last meal, his further humiliation as the crowd taunted his obvious enjoyment of his abuse, fag. They used axes, long handled war axes to chop his limbs off, his arms at the shoulder, his legs at the hip, as he plopped to the ground, others staunched his blood loss with blow torches, he was out, but alive, I called a halt, wanted him awake, the Docs shooting him with speed, I decided to get hands on, the crowd enlivening as I approached the torso called Bri, slowly removing my tuxedo jacket, the appearing from no where slave trembling as he held the garment, stepped out of my way.

  I held a severed arm and leg over my head, blood still dripping, that tends to get peoples attention,ordered that instead of eating Bri, a sour fag, his body parts would be stuck on poles around the compound, his head on a spike, a reminder to all, arrogance in slaves was a high crime against society. They loved it, the crowd chanting my name, my babes smiles so full of love for me, mm mm, asked them to join me, I didn't have to ask twice, both of their little faces glowing with lust, I dismissed the others, we would execute Bri, our civic duty. He was awake, babbling, Rickys cute sigh, wondered if Bri would keep talking even after we offed him, My reply brutal, gave him the iron forceps, Carlene the spreader, she wedged the fags mouth open, Ricky ripped the still wagging tongue out, swear it continued to move as if still yakking, everyone finding this comical, Carlene getting her groove on, she sought out Kerry, dragged her by her hair to the dais, roared at the assembled slaves, remember when the bully picked on Carlene, pay back is a bitch, she ordered Kerry to eat the raw tongue, the shaking with fear slave had no choice, as she knelt to the side trying to get Bris bitter tongue down her piggy belly, how sexy watching this pig eat a raw human tongue, but when Carlene declared Kerry would take Bris place as the wedding roast, the pig bawled, the crowd roared its approval, Oh, Carlene, how I adored that bundle of sexy energy, Kerry would make a juicy meal indeed as she was led away by the kitchen staff, next time we saw her she would be nothing more than a slab of hot beef, red juices running, we got back to the still feeling it Bri, his one eye out of focus, he was quite mad..

  Time for his still cute, if scarred, cock and balls, we went slow, lots of deep cuts to his rock hard member, the kids sticking his ball bag crazy, he was dripping blood good, we got them off, torched his wound closed, stuffed the bloody junk in his open with pain brutalized pie hole, he looked beat, we all kissed sloppy, oue excitement level high. We disemboweled him next, to make it worse, as me and Ricky hauled out his endess intestines, Carlene would roast them with the torch, his gurlges awesome, blood spraying from his mouth cute, had to keep moving, the fag getting ready to cash out, I sunk the large blade into his chest, opened him up exposing his racing heart, the kids dug the way it pumped, I scooped it out, it was still beating as I pronouced sentence passed, I smashed the suddenly still organ into his face, he was gone, good riddance to bad rubbish. Chopping his head off was easy, the cleanup crew carting his body away, to be exhibited for everyones education, my laugh, we were splattered with blood, the babes shiny white gowns spoiled, they loved it, reveled in it, Ricky quipping that Bri could be at our wedding this way, my brilliant lover boy. The famous designer fag voicing his desire to send my girls piles of clothes, they thanked him with sincerity, and so we were wed, Lisa was actually a justice of the peace, in our blood stained best, the ceremony short, the smell of Kerry roasting nice, the wedding party would dine on Kerry, several other malcontent slaves also butchered for the occassion, the slaves dismissed, a new found sense of submission struck into their very souls.

  The cocktail hour draining, as everyone formed a greeting line, each guest wanted a minute, proper, but boring, the kids fidgeting, me getting bothered, I was not a people person, but we got through it, me playing the rape or butcher mind game, I would size up the people, would I fuck or butcher the women, would I fuck or butcher the guys, giggling at my indifferent bisexual evil ways. The kids did awesome, it was a lot to ask, for ones so young, my girls were stunningly charming, I knew and they knew they were playing, but such is high society. The roasting meat was getting everyone in the mood for a major pig out, the music soft, finally we were directed to our seats by Tuxedo clad slaves, well they only wore jackets, the tails splitting to give everyone great looks at the sexy young bums, their undeveloped cunts, tits and cocks on display frontside.

  We got the first cut of Kerry, as her tits were hers, we decided to share a breast, the skin crispy, the kids scooping stuffing from the meats cunt, we all giggled, hoped they cleaned that hole good after the shitting we gave it, Kerrys face was all shriveled from the heat, her lips pulled back, teeth set in an angry grimace, well she could stare all she wanted, the pig wasn't getting any of her tit meat, we were starving as we carved it up, I let the kids share her large tough nipple, the taste bitter, but as Carlene giggled, it was Kerrys so that made it good, a little cranberry sauce, the stuffing had three types of mushrooms, we all swore we could taste just a trace of shit, but seeing how it was mine and Rickys we relished that others would taste our ass offerings, albeit unwittingly.

  Figured we were hooked on human meat, but filling it was, content to just sit there, but people wanted a show, some romance, we gave it to them, the girls natural hams, in the best way. The first song was Forever Young by Dylan, what else, we danced ever slowly, my arms wrapped around both of my wives, our whispers sweet, we felt the crowds love, how hot their bodies, the blood stains so sexy, my little executioners, their little hands massaging my body, their faces blazing with goodness. As the song ended I let the girls dance with others, content to watch them move, how perfect they were, as they let their young bodies flow with the beat, as if the music went through them, making the herky jerky white bread folks look stunningly lame, they getting it, as Ricky and Carlene danced alone, the room theirs, the world theirs, how they tantalized, quick peeks of their round butts, taut yet soft gams, they were spectacular .

  When they rejoined me, they were winded, sweaty, their gowns soaked, their kisses messy, both professing their love for me, they did not want to dance with any more people, wanted to go to the cottage, my smile large at their likeness to me, but we had social obligations, we cut a deal, they promised to be charming for another hour, and then we would retire to our marriage bed, they liked the sound of that, we got down to some serious barb throwing at the always out of time dancers, much bumping, unintended, only matter time before someone caught an errant elbow, the kids recovered their stamina, in no time giving dance lessons, the women scampering to please my babes, I mean these women were hard core sadists who craved young flesh, maybe nastier than the men, but they all clearly adored the brides, in no time they were shaking their rich ass shit with some sexuality, not appearing to be in the throes of a seizure, but they would always be several steps behind my girls, how they interpreted the music, their naturalness compelling as all hell, the guys surrounded me, lot of good lucks, my face sloppy with pride, a guy could do worse.

  That was it, both kids dripping sweat, their faces red, drawn, they were kids, told the folks it was time, lot of oh nos, oh yes, gave them a passionate speech about how we all considered this our extended family, our thanks for all they did, again that was all most folks needed, a little verbal masturbation, I could sell a cart to a horse, the kids discreetly pinching my bum, they knew I was spraying the crowd with verbal diarrhea, better they understood why, this farm was a fantasy land, speaking of, when I mentioned to the crowd that at this time tomorrow we would be in Disney World, everyone cheered for us, as we walked out arm in arm in arm, hugs, kisses, Bobs whisper to call him next week, we were seated in an enclosed, over the top coach, like a royal family, Joes admission it had belonged to King of Spain, but when the team of slave boys, all naked, all had large dildos up their sexy bums, horse tails hanging from each tight set of butt cheeks, they had been trained to twitch their butts, the tails swinging cool. The fuckers must be frozen, fuck them, we were warm in the cabin of the coach, sipping champagne, the overseer cracking the whip, we were off, our sighs mutual, at last, our lives as one.

Carried both my girls across the threshold, how fast we stripped, the fucking energetic, Carlene sitting on my face, she was facing Ricky who was riding my fat fuck stick with reckless abandon, they would switch places, eating Rickys divine anus, how tasty, how his sphincter grabbed my invading tongue, the taste of Carlenes young cunt, then how she rode me, her cunt a vacumn cleaner, sucking my cock special, our cums loud, our after fuck hugs and kisses sweet, our love a real, living thing. My words of praise for them, it was a long day and they had always acted proper, I had planned on giving them a wedding night ass whooping, just to reinforce their submission, but they had been so classy all day that it would have been unjustified, and I was all about the justice, again, I talked them asleep, how they radiated joy even out cold, their little bodies overtired, my babies earned their rest, as I lay between them, their little fingers seeking my flesh, their need as my need, we all slept entangled, three as one.

  On waking my smile goofy, but I understood the beauty of yesterday, as I lightly stroked the two warm, sexy bodies nestled to mine, my babes were all mine, forever, what a life we had, my smile bigger when I realized in twelve short hours we would be at Disney, that I could give these two angels that, they had both had the toughest lives, abused, disappointed, well no fuck more, I would not spoil them, but I would give them plenty of adventures, make their bad days ebb away, fill their minds with only positive and productive thoughts, my child brides would aspire to greatness, I took that responsibility serious, fuck serious, I wasn't interested in just using them, or else I would just keep the flesh turning over at the Farm, no, there was real love between us, love developed through actions, Rickys saving my life, the way Carlene preached morality before the crowd the other night, how I put my reputation on the line to save them, there was a lot to love, we had each made solid committments to the others, my little babes were already well developed emotionally, could show their classy adult side to the world, also knew when others were insincering them, could also revert to their young goofy selves when just us, how sexy that was, their stunning good natures lighting my world, my solemn promise to self, always I would protect them, cherish them, allow them to have their child time, that was my wedding gift to them.

  To say they were groggy on waking was slimming it, but I realized how tiring yesterday was for them, both physically and emotionally, as I massaged their soft backs, softly telling them of my love, my pride, it got them peaceful, their smiles coming on like banks of spotlights, my fingers tickling their to die for soft bellies, their laughs big, infectious, were all giggles, the possibilty of them waking cranky was past, they attacked me, their little fingers tickling me wild, our racing to the toilet, Carlene sitting on Ricky, who was sitting on the hopper, while they pissed, I stood between their legs and soaked their sexes, lot of oohs and ahhs, a few wet farts, lot more laughs, what a life. Our first married shower, the kids over doing it, they adored calling me their husband, each other wifey, hard to not smile, their easy manner so calming, my babes were happy, I was happy, that was the thing.

  Ricky found the box, wrapped in silver paper, the kids opening the present, stunning, the box full of cards, everyone had given us cash, lot of cash, when we finished counting we had over twenty thousand, told the kids this was fun money, we would go wild at Disney, money no hinderance, their well mannered response, it was enough to go to Disney, they did not want a bunch of crappy Tshirts, Carlene telling me, her sexy serious face, they only wanted to be with me, as I had chosen them, so had they chose me, I could cry, that girl was special, she could make words cut you like a knife, but, as now, she could melt your heart with her tender words, we had an amazing hour fuckathon, slowly working it till we all had explosive cums together, we were in a dasiy chain, I eating Carlene, her Ricky, he me, how energized it made us, like we were super humans, we dressed quick, wanted to walk around the Farm before we left, get better aquainted with things, the kids wanting to go spit on each of Bris body parts hanging from poles around the compound, my babes.

We agreed we would not miss the cold, the wind cutting through our layers of warmth, the compound quiet, even to cold for naked slaves, the few we saw all wearing what appeared to be burlap, that was sexy in a well thought out way, let them wear some protection from the cold, make it uncomfortable, harsh cloth, these people had class. His face looked sad, how ugly his mouth, they had left his head on an eight foot spike, his cock sticking out of his mouth, that was sexy funny, his one eye staring at us, the kids mocking him, mocking his life, his death, his stupidity, Rickys turn at making word to me, that if he and Carlene ever became as arrogant as the piece of shit we offed, they would welcome his death because they would have failed me, his words bathed me in love, my hugs for both, told them they would not disappoint me, our love real, Bri was only interested in himself, my brides knew to make others happy was to make yourself happy, this would serve us all our days. We had fun winging snowballs at the fags head, but the cold was extreme and we were starving, so we headed to the lodge.

  Never failed to amaze me, the place was crowded, everyone stopping what they were doing as we entered, my kids pretending to  walk all bowl legged, like as if I fucked them silly, the folks loving it, handshakes for me, hugs and kisses for the babes, they could not help but to steal the lime light, my little heart stealers. Watching them go through the buffet line, how everyone treated them so tenderly, the obvious speciality of them luring these cultured people to them as moths to light, my babe boundless good will, they charmed the folks, hard men, sadistic dominant men jockeying for the honor of carrying their breakfast trays, old, child hating women begging for my loves to remember to include them in their social circles, have I not married the two most perfect child brides ever.

We ate like castaways, they feeding me by hand, Carlenes urgent whisper, she wanted everyone to see their submission to me, they jointly told me that was their promise to me, they would never forget who made this all possible, then Ricky took a steak knife off the table and sliced his pinky, passed it to Carlene who did the same, my heart racing as I cut my finger, the room silent, pin drop silent, Ricky telling me that they wanted more than anything to be of my blood, as we comingled our bloody fingers I told them the truth, not only were they of my blood, they were of my soul, the room a mixture of tears and rumbles of joy, saw several couples slicing their fingers, recommitting to each other, had to laugh that this childs ceremony had way more meaning for me than yesterday, told my darlings that now we were really wed, our blood all flowing mixed, three as one.