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For my Lord

Part 21

Chapter 37 The Wedding

Since my rescue and return to the House, there has been an atmosphere of mourning. Not only here in the household, but throughout the country people were sorry and shocked about the horrible death of the Lady. Although i could not help but sense a kind of feeling that there was something pre set-up in these terrible events. However, it is none of my business; i am a pain and cum slut for all who are allowed to use me, nothing more.

According to tradition the household is in official mourning for forty-two days; no festivities, no parties, even no usage of me; no fucking me, no whipping me, nothing.

Strangely enough, in this same period the existing unrest in the country calm down and it seems that my Lord comes out of it in a stronger position.

The dinners and meals are sober, and now, for the first time during my servitude i am allowed to sit at the same table. It feels strange that servants are serving meals, while i am a slave of the House, but on the other hand, i feel happy to be at the same table as my Son and mostly with Him. Of course there is my stepdaughter too, but with Her i always think about the time when i watched as Her throat was filled by my Son's hard Cock. And i can not help but notice the cold and strange look of my Son exploring my body. But i can not deny getting wet between the legs and having "butterflies" in my belly as He does so.

After the mourning period is over, the mood changes. It is as if a party is being organised. The House is cleaned, there are flowers and more people are in the kitchen. Still, the activities are not discussed; at least not in my hearing. The only whisperings i catch are about a "Marriage". It seems logical that my Lord will remarry after the terrible loss of the Lady but i have no idea who the new Lady will be.

A few days before the supposed wedding day, a Tailor, with two female assistants, enters my room. To my surprise i am to be fitted for a beautiful dress. The three are not even startled when i am stripped and the brandings and whip marks are revealed, nor the "chastity belt" over her mound and clit, which i am made to wear to keep in a state of permanent arousal; which made the 42 day mourning period unbearable for me.

The dress is a very soft ivory coloured material, tight over my body and butt and low-cut to display my cleavage. It makes me feel very beautiful and sexy when i try it on and pose in front of a mirror; even more as the Tailor told me not to wear underwear, except for a half cup bra, lightly lifting my tits and pressing my nipples against the fabric, which makes  even more aroused and hardens my nipples even more. Down both sides there is a long slit. The Tailor instructs me to walk with very short steps; otherwise the slits would open to reveal my moist cunt.  There are fine see-through stockings, with clips which are attached to my cunt lips. Walking with this, the stockings pull continually which makes me even more aroused.

It is very flattered that i am to be allowed to be present at the wedding; whoever it is that is getting married; somehow, it makes me very excited.

For some reason, when i move through the House, i can sense a certain change of attitude towards me; as if the Personnel are more respectful toward me. Which is ridiculous of course: i know that i am nothing but a sex object, for lust, pain and for the Dogs and Horses.

Then one day i am awoken by the old "Grandma". Her function in the House has never been clear to me and She has always kept a distance from me. But now She orders me to get up out of bed, unlocks the chastity belt and instructs me to take good oiled bath. Then i am to dress in the exquisite dress which was tailor made for me, and then Grandma does my hair and make-up and applies a fine expensive perfume.

When She is satisfied, She leads me out of the room, through the corridors to the main ballroom. There is light music playing and i realise that today is the wedding day.

About forty to fifty people are already in the room, all clearly rich and powerful and from all over the country, and maybe even abroad. The light and the atmosphere makes me blink my eyes as Grandma leads me to the table in the centre where He, my beloved Lord is standing with His Son and His Daughter. But, as yet, there is no sign of the Bride; i look around trying to see who She is.

Then the room quietens and in front of the table a Minister of some kind speaks, although i have trouble understanding what He is saying. But has He speaks, i am sure that i hear a name; Daisy May, that invokes memories of my past life; life as a free woman before i was enslaved by my Lord. There has to be some mistake.

Then, at a gesture from the Minister, His Lordship stands up, and i am told to do the same. And suddenly, like a bolt of the lightning, i understood; i, cumface the slave, am the bride! No, no this can not be! i am a slave; a sex toy, on my knees before my Lord. This has to be a dream, a new fantasy maybe, a sick joke at my expense.

But the ceremony goes on and effectively His Lordship and i are pronounced Man and wife. But for me the realisation of what has just happened has not even begun to sink in; i am dazed and confused; not able to comprehend, i am in my own dream world. Only in my wildest dreams would i ever become His Lordships wife.

Images of my years of slavery flash through my mind; the humiliating public displays, the painful tortures of which there have been many, the rough gangbang also many. But i would gladly endure every second of it again if it meant that i would become my Lords wife.

 

The ceremony is followed by a banquet. People drink, eat and congratulate the Family: His Lordship, his new wife, His Son and Daughter. And i am almost overcome with joy as the truth finally sinks in.

But then later, as i am returning from a visit to the ladies' room, i am stopped by my Son, who pushes me into the cloakroom. His hand cups my mound and squeezes, while His other hand pinches my nipples which jut out above the half cup bra, hard and erect.

"you sleazy horny slut," He snarls in my ear, "I know what you are: a whore, for all who wants to have your body." And He, my own Son, spits in my face, while with both hands He gropes and fondles me. Clearly He has no inkling that i am His natural mother.

"Oh, how true" i think; wife or not, i will always be a slave, a slut.

The whole incident takes place in only a few seconds, but it makes me nearly collapse because of trembling legs, my stomach churns and my cunt moistens.

The wedding party continues as if i am in a dream; people are dancing, congratulating even me and giving presents. Still part of me finds it unbelievable; that this must be a kind of weird joke from my Lord. Slowly the party draws to its end and people finally begin to leave.

Then only a select few remain; the real powerful and wealthy Men of the country. W/we all go down the stairs to the lower basement; the dungeon. Entering the basement which i know so well, being a place of harsh torture and torment, it is now lit with burning torches, lighting the place so there are no dark shadows. But what makes me gasp is the sight of numerous females, naked and bound.

One is hanging upside down with her legs wide spread. Another is trapped in a block: her legs wide spread as her ankles are locked in a wooden plank with spare holes, her wrists and neck trapped, her body fine and ready for use. Another is bound in strappado, her tits swinging free as they hang from her chest, her ankles tied, but leg spread. Next is one "riding" a Judas horse, her legs bent backwards, the edge cutting in her mound, her wrists bound to a steel collar around her neck. Another is bound to a metal pole, spread wide, her cunt forced open by the pole and her legs bound horizontally.

Yet another is on a rack, face up, but with her head over the edge, her legs up, her butt ready for caning. And another is bound face up, her wrists to her ankles and on a huge wooden wheel, a shudder runs through me as i remember the devilish pain of this medieval wheel, and the poor woman now bound to the wheel is now moaning in pain. The last one i see is a slut hanging by her wrists and arms to an overhead beam, her ankles bound to the same belts, thus her legs form a perfect split. But what strikes me the most is how beautiful and exquisite all the females are. Normally when there is an orgy of pain and lust, it is with cheap whores. But all these are stunningly beautiful.

 

At this time i am still wearing my wedding dress but now two Men grab my arms while Grandma appears and unzips and removes the dress. The Men lead me to between two poles and They bind my arms and wrists to the pole, followed by my ankles and knees to the same poles. After forty-two days of non use and then the wedding party, me right at the edge of arousal and i can feel how moist and slimy wet my cunt is.

They position a wooden plank so that my tits are resting on it. And then I realise what They are going to do; with nails and a hammer They drive, one after another, six nails through my left titflesh and into the wooden plank, causing me to scream and groan and grind my teeth in pain.

In a corner i notice a burning fire basket with a metal rod in it. It is immediately clear to me that i am to receive another brand mark. Then from the corner of my eye i see a most important guest: the Man i once met in a plane: the Son of the Empress. He moves behind me and begins stroking and touching my body and i feel a rigid Cock between my parted ass-cheeks.

His Lordship, my Husband now, moves in front of me. He forms a fist with a knuckle brace. A third Man is standing ready near the fire basket, waiting for the signal to pull the white hot metal rod from the fire.

Then both my Lord and the Important Guest start; ramming and tearing my ass-ring open while hard dry knuckles push roughly into my cunt. And, on top of that, the iron rod burns endlessly into the flesh of my nailed left tit. After a split second i am howling: from pure lust of the impaling of my cunt and arse, and the horrible pain, burning His Mark deep into my tit.

Wife or not, whatever happens in public it is clear that in private i am still my Lords slave. And i will remain His slave for the rest of my days.

The branding of my tit is the signal to start an enormous orgy. All the sluts are taken by the Men and used in the way they are bound or hung. As i am well aware, my Lord has a strong taste for medieval tortures and usage of beautiful females. And They have gathered some very beautiful females.

One has a very thick burning candle shoved into her fuckhole as she hangs upside down with her legs spread. Then with flaming torches her skin is scorched and her hair is soon burned away as she screams in agony.

The strappado bound woman is hoisted up and lowered down, hoisted up and lowered down again and again until her shoulders and arms are crunched and dislocated, her throat hoarse from squealing and screeching.

Two Men are working on the woman stretched out on the bench. A funnel is forced into the womans mouth and filled with water.  Her legs are stretched sideways into a perfect split and a peg is inserted into her urethra preventing her from pissing. Soon her belly is as swollen as if she were heavily pregnant.

The woman bound face up on a rack is being beaten with a spiked wooden baton, between her legs and on the soles of her feet, until her howling fades away as she slips into unconsciousness.

All this time i am hanging in midair face up tied at my arms and legs, and i am fucked by one Man after another. But for now, none of the Men come; fucking me deeply but then withdrawing without shooting Their load. But hearing and seeing the agony of the sluts, together with the continuous fucking by the Important Men and, of course, the realisation of being His Lordships wife - makes me cum and cum and cum.

The slut is lifted, while her ankles are bound her legs wide spread, she is bent over and pushed into a barrel filled with brackish water. While she is fucked from behind, others held her struggling body under water. In time she is pulled out, her ass beaten with a cane, and her head pushed again into the water. And again she is taken from behind. This goes on and on, until she succumbs and her body is dragged out by her ankles by two guards.

The exotic slut on the Spanish horse is severely beaten, her back burned with torches, while a noose around her neck holds her in place. Her legs are bent upwards at the knees and her ankles bound with rope over the back of the horse. But heavy stones are hung from her legs, pulling her snatch down over the sharp edge of the wood.  And with each struggle the noose is the slipping tighter and tighter around her throat. After a last babbling rattle, her head droops forward and her body is dragged out too.

She is bound on the raw wooden stretch bench with her head over the edge and her legs bound upwards and spread wide apart.  She is struck repeatedly with a hard baton which lands between her legs until her hoarse screaming gives way to a pitiful whimper and her unconscious body is dragged away.

For me it is still the perfect wedding orgy; i am at the centre of the action with a seemingly never ending queue of Men using my holes. After forty-two days untouched, I want… need Cock!

Finally, the last remaining slut, a young and comparatively inexperienced whore, is bound with a long white sash. It is tied over her eyes, around her neck and throat then to her wrists behind her back and finally to her ankles with her legs bent backwards. Two Men who look like They are Wrestlers or something like take position. One grasps her throat, probably partly blocking her airway. The other rams His enormous Cock in her arse. At once, she struggles and squirms under this two-way assault which has as effect that the sash around her throat gets tighter. Both Men ram Their Cocks easily in her holes, possibly rupturing her rectum from the way she is screaming.

Her eyes bulge against the white fabric of the sash and her sweating body goes limp. Almost at the same time, the Men shoot Their hot seed into the girls cunt and ass. Then her unconscious body is dragged away by one ankle.

All attention now turns to me. A leather hood is fitted over my head, leaving only a small hole for my nose and a bigger hole for my mouth. Freed from my position, i am laid onto a wooden bench and at once each of my holes is filled with hot, hard Cock. Repeatedly i am fucked, but now all the Men are allowed to cum inside me. Again and again i am filled, and as each Cock softens after eruption It is replaced by another hard Cock.

After maybe the twentieth Cock i lose count of how many Men fuck me. In other circumstance maybe i would beg for a little rest after so many forced orgasms. But for now i know this would be inappropriate. Besides, how can i beg with my mouth constantly filled with one hard Cock after another? All my senses are focussed totally on my three fuck-holes which are constantly in use and i am completely overwhelmed, surrendered to the Men and Their lust.

Then it stops; the last Cock shoots Its scalding hot jism in my arse. There is a pause but when one Cock enters my hot well-used cunt and another in my arse, i know immediately that it is His, my Lord/Husband and the other one from His Royal Friend.

Opening my eyes, i see that all the other Men are standing back, watching intently as His Lordship fucks His new bride and shares me with His most important Royal Friend.

Even after all the fucking i have had this night, this is something special. His Lordship, of course, is a most incredible Man and to be fucked by Him is always special. But tonight He excels Himself. He fucks me deep and hard and it goes on and on, matched by the Royal Friend in my ass.

Truly, i am in heaven; a bride fucked by her Husband on her wedding night. But more than that, i am a slave fucked by my Lord and i am being driven out of my mind by one incredible orgasm after another; far too many to count.

The Royal Prince cums in my ass and withdraws but my Lord goes on and on as the other Men watch in silence.

Finally, He fills me with His burning hot seed and pulls out. In my ecstatic state, i am only vaguely aware of the Men cheering and applauding my Lord and i can only lie here like a rag doll; exhausted but deliriously happy after what has been truly the Fuck of my Life!

 



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