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CHAPTER 16 So it was that the next evening I found myself sitting back in same car seat. This time heading for a far different evening than I had enjoyed the night before; and this time dressed completely different as well! Last night I had been dressed like a lady, David's wife; tonight I was dressed like a fuck-toy, David's sex slave. I was wearing a deep purple coloured satin basque with black lace trim. It was very tight and boned almost like a corset. It stopped short of my breasts exposing my large pink nipples with big gold hoops through my piercings. I wore a deep purple G-string made out of material almost as sheer as a silk stocking. Attached to the straps of the basque was a pair of black, seamed, very fine mesh, fishnet stockings. On my feet was a pair of seven inch heels with ankle straps fastened with a padlock, to which only my Master had the key. Around my throat, wrists and ankles were matching two inch wide, purple velvet bands, each with three gold D-rings sewn into them. Over the top of this, to protect my modesty and keep me warm as we travelled I wore a long, thick luxurious fur coat. "Here we are darling" My Master said to me as drove up to the steps leading to the large double door of Sir Charles' mansion. "You have to wear this to show that you are my slave, my fuck-toy" He added as he clipped a lead to one of the D-rings on my velvet collar. We got out of the car and climbed the steps. The door was opened by a giant of a man wearing tight black leather trousers, boots and a leather mask; his broad chest was naked and covered in thick black hair. I later discovered that he was one of six burly man servants on duty that night to serve drinks and perform with the girls when required. We went inside through the doors and David indicated to me to remove my coat and hand it to the leather clad man. I felt slightly embarrassed and ashamed of my brazenly sexual outfit as I was led through the house. All around, in the hallways, on the stairs and in what appeared to be every room there were girls similarly dressed to me. All wearing just their underwear, stockings and heels. There were many different men, some I recognized, some I didn't, milling around too. It appeared that the orgy was already in full swing, some of the men were leading girls around by their leads other's were stood without a girl chatting to other men. Some of the girls were standing or kneeling, silently and obediently besides their men and I noticed several were performing oral sex on the men as the guys chatted to each other. The men seemed oblivious to the girls working away on their exposed members. Over in the corner of one of the larger rooms, bent over a chair was Emma. Her panties were down around her knees and a man I didn't know was pumping furiously between her legs. Surrounding this scene were three other guys one of them was Alan from the wife-swap party the other week. They were all encouraging the mystery man fucking Emma to hurry up and cum as they wanted a turn. I was very nervous to say the least, this did not look good. I could see that I was going to have to suck and be fucked by a lot of cock this evening. I wasn't mentally prepared for the sexual debauchery that was rampant around me. David helped himself to some of the fruit punch on one of the tables and slipped two of the muscle relaxant pills he had given me on our wedding night into my mouth. He held his glass to my lips and told me. "Drink girl, wash em down you are really gonna need them tonight bitch" The effect was almost instantaneous, I felt a bit drowsy and staggered a little. He just laughed and said. "There there, doesn't that feel better sweetheart. It is probably best that you are not too aware of just what is going to happen tonight" He smirked He tugged down on my lead and added "On your knees bitch, at my side like a good little girl" I quickly obeyed, knelt down and cast my eyes to the floor. I was just relieved to take the weight off my ludicrously high heels as the drug kicked in. We were not there for long when we were joined by another guy. I didn't even bother to look up and just kept staring blankly at the floor knowing my place. He and David were engaged in a conversation which I was oblivious to until I heard the other guy say to him. "May I?" David replied. "Of course old boy help yourself" As David pulled my head up by my hair he hissed "Open your mouth girl" I knew what was coming as I heard the other guy unzip his trousers and wetted my mouth to receive him. The bastard calmly carried on his conversation as he rammed his penis into my open mouth. He ignored me as I closed my lips around him and started to fellate him. The affect of the drug meant I lost all track of time; just sucking away on him as I knew was my duty to do. I didn't even realise he was cumming until I felt a thick wad of sperm hit my tonsils. With that he withdrew, zipped up his pants and concluded his conversation with my David. As he left my master handed me the glass of punch to wash my mouth out with. This happened two or three more times as I was led from room to room. I was in a numb, drug induced state as I was forced to suck of these complete strangers, which was probably just as well as my jaw would have normally been hurting with the effort by now. From time to time I noticed some of the girls I knew involved in similar acts; they all appeared to be similarly drugged. As for the men they just came and went, literally! They were hovering like butterflies from girl to girl, although unlike a butterfly they were leaving their nectar inside their chosen flower, not taking it. Eventually we bumped into Sir Charles and David greeted him warmly. Sir Charles was without Selina and appeared a little drunk. "Samantha greet Sir Charles properly and respectfully" I did a low curtsy to him and tried to smile. "Turn round bitch, let's have another look at that gorgeous arse" Was all the sadistic old twat said, to which I immediately complied. After furiously groping my bottom he continued to say to David. "I see that you have given her a couple of our special pills for tonight. I do think it is always best to have the bitches semi drugged, docile and compliant for these events" As David agreed he had slipped me a couple of pills, Sir Charles added "Wouldn't want the cunts to suddenly develop a mind of their own on nights like this, would we" The two men laughed at Sir Charles' wit! "Why don't you dump the slut over there and come with me and find some fresh pussy" continued the arrogant arsehole. I was taken over to the far side of the room by the two men; where along the wall was a wooden rail like a bar at a ballet school only higher about six feet from the floor. Attached by their leads were several other girls; each one with her head bent and her eyes downcast. My lead was clipped to the rail and I joined them in the same posture. It did not take me very long to realise what this position meant; they were the selection of available girls and I was now one of them! Unattached men were eyeing us up like hungry lions on the Serengti eye a herd of Antelope. If it hadn't been for the drug I would have felt intimidated and uncomfortable. Sir Charles had been correct when he had said to David earlier about the drugs effects; I was totally docile, compliant and accepting of my role. The link of my lead was snapped open off the rail and I looked up to see a youngish man leering at me as he tugged at me to follow him. Blindly I trailed behind him over to one of the vacant sofas. He did not waste much time; this was no place for formal seduction we both were aware that sexually, I was a sure thing. All he had to do was get me in position, pull out his cock and stick it in any hole he chose, without any consideration to my feelings. My head was pushed downward as he pulled my G-string to one side and entered me doggy style. The feel of the actual penetration was not as intense as I had expected it to be, thank god for drugs! The experience passed very quickly, he was soon groaning and cumming inside me. No sooner was he spent he pulled me back over to the rail and reattached my lead to it. This happened a few more times, though to be honest in my drug induced, submissive, passive state, I can't be sure just how many times it occurred. I was forced over a Queen Anne chair and fucked, over the buffet table and fucked, laid out over a sofa and on the floor and fucked missionary style. I was even fucked from behind whilst I was stood up and was still attached to the rail. God knows how long this had gone on for? I only became aware of my surroundings when I noticed that Chantelle was tethered next to me as I was awaiting my next portion of cock. She smiled encouragingly at me, by the look in her eyes she was obviously as drugged as I was. She was just about to speak when out of no-where Sir Charles appeared . "Well well" He sneered with an evil smirk. "If it isn't my two favourite sluts, all alone and available. Come with me" He unclipped our leashes and pulled us through into the main room. "Two more for the carousel" He announced loudly as we were dragged through. "Two more little fuck-toys for the wheel of misfortune" He laughed My blood ran cold with fear as I gazed through misty eyes the sight before me. In the centre of the room was a wooden round-a-bout similar to the ones that you would see in a children's playground. Already attached to it face down, their legs fastened apart were two sexily dressed girls, there was room for two more! Around them was gathered a large group of men, some single, some with their women kneeling at their feet. We were led over to the carousel and in turn secured to it. My hands were secured behind my back as I was pushed down, face first onto the wood. My panties were roughly tugged off and my legs were fastened by the D-rings at my ankles, wide apart to the foot plate of the soon to be rotating device. Sir Charles popped another pill into my mouth and said menacingly "Here, you will definitely need another one of these" He held a glass to my lips and gave me a mouthful of something that tasted like Scotch; he then jammed my panties into my mouth, whispering to me "Scream all you want cunt, no-one will hear you, or care!" As I closed my eyes I heard him address the crowd by saying. "Ok guys, form four orderly lines. I shall spin the carousel and whichever cunt stops in front of you, fuck it!" There was a sound of shuffling feet as the men got in line. "Remember guys" Sir Charles added, "You have only got a few minutes to cum, then shove one of these up the bitch" He held up four butt-plugs and passed them to the four guys in front of each Que. "We want to see as much cum as possible up each of these dirty, nasty little sluts pussy-asses for the next part of the game. I heard the unzipping of trousers as the men removed their cocks and started to massage them, getting them selves erect for the fun ahead. There was a slurping sound as the girls at the men's feet fellated them to assist in bringing them towards orgasm. "That's it lads" Growled Sir Charles. "Wank yourselves off and use the pre-cum bitches hands and mouths to get yourselves ready to shoot into the party whores. I want to see their asses quickly filled up with man cream" The little round-a-bout was then gently spun round. I opened my eyes slightly to see the faces of Chantelle and the other girls as we rotated, desperately looking for reassurance, behind them the leering laughing faces of the men. It slowed to a stop and I saw three guys position themselves behind the girls ready to fuck them. I could feel another anonymous stranger press himself against my buttocks, his thighs hard up against the back of mine. I let out a yelp, stifled by the panties in my mouth as he thrust his cock inside me and pumped for all he was worth. It seemed like the guys were racing to be the first to cum as they frantically fucked away at us helpless girls, using us like pieces of meat, concerned only with their pleasure. As he tensed and unloaded his balls inside me he slowed down a little to fill me with his semen. He withdrew and I felt the butt-plug being inserted where his penis had once been. When the other three guys had done the same, the carousel was again slowly rotated. The mental effect of the drugs and the physical effect of the spinning soon made me completely disorientated; until again the devise ground to a halt. Another set of guys stepped up behind us and the butt-plug was removed from my bottom to be replaced by another cock. This really was a new take on the old game of spin the bottle, this was spin the slut; and I was the fucking 'slut'! I kept my eyes tightly shut as the process of fucking me and replacing the butt-plug was repeated over and over again. I lost count after a while of exactly just how many different cocks were emptied inside of me as the bottom half of my body had now become numb. I was only slightly aware of the laughing, chanting, encouraging shouts of the sexually charged men as we girls were abused by each in turn. Eventually I felt myself being pulled upright and the D-rings being unclipped. I staggered weakly to my feet almost collapsing as I did so, saved from falling by two guys grabbing my arms. I could see the other girls were in the same state as me, as each one of them was also supported by two guys. We were semi dragged off across the room to a small, raised stage area in the corner, where a large group of men including David had gathered. Sir Charles' voice boomed out across the room. "First up for the lesbian show I suggest should be the sluts Chantelle and Samantha, everyone agree?" There was a loud cheer in response and Chantelle and I were propelled up the two steps onto the stage. "Ok girls; off you go" Shouted a voice "Let's see you perform you bitches" Added another. I was still weak from the gang-banging I had received and the butt-plug was still firmly in place as I held Chantelle for support. I looked imploringly into her eyes and she attempted a smile to reassure me. "Best do as they say honey" She mouthed silently. We kissed long, slow, deep and gently, our tongues intertwining as we reached for each other spiritually for mutual support. We caressed each other feeling each others bum, hips, face and breasts. This actually felt quite good as I really liked Chantelle and she was a beautiful girl. I think my thoughts were echoed by her as our kissing and embracing became more and more passionate. It built up to a crescendo as we became oblivious to the watching jeering audience. We sunk to our knees mutually stroking each others clit, touching the butt-plugs sticking out of our pussy-asses. I noticed David stood beside Gary; they were both staring intently at us obviously enjoying the show that their girls were putting on. I could see the pride in their eyes as we were not letting them down in public; we were good girls for all to see! Chantelle took the lead pulling me down on top of her as she sank backwards down on to her back. "Go on sixty-nine her" Shouted a rough, hoarse voice. I looked at Chantelle and she nodded to me. So I twisted around on her to assume the requested position, taking her pretty little clit into my mouth as she did the same to me. I heard footsteps on the stage as one of the leather clad man servants approached us. He gripped the handle of my protruding butt-plug and on a command from Sir Charles roughly pulled it out, making me yelp and squirm in shock. What felt like a gallon of various men's cum erupted out of my stretched open fuck-hole. It ran like flowing lava, hot and sticky down my thighs and dropped out in dollops onto Chantelles face. There was a huge cheer as this happened and clapping as Chantelle continued to tongue my swollen rim, sucking the juice out of me. The man servant than grabbed me and pushed me off Chantelle onto my back, simultaneously rolling her atop me so as we were in the reverse of our original sixty-nine position. Obediently we continued to lick and suck each other as he gripped the end of Chantelles plug and awaited the signal. "Ok pull it out" Shouted Sir Charles "Yes pull it out" Chorused the watching crowd of perverts. I heard her groan loudly as it was whipped out of her and looked up to see a huge amount of semen ooze out of her gaping pussy-ass and head towards my face. "Open your mouth bitch" I heard David shout. I closed my eyes and obeyed. The tsunami of semen rushed down her thighs and cascaded down onto me, covering the bottom half of my face in a warm creamy deluge. I swallowed as much as I could, gagging as it overwhelmed me. Moving my head up to her love hole to lick it clean for her as she had done for me. We both returned to a kneeling position facing each other and tenderly licked the cum off each others face to the approving shouts and claps of the watchers. The leads were reattached to our collars and we were led off the stage back to our husbands; but with a twist! I was given to Gary and Chantelle was given to my husband. We were told to kneel down in front of them as they took their man-hoods out of their trousers. As I obediently obliged by performing fellatio on my friends husband I could here the sound of the other two girls from the sex carousel being dragged onto the stage. We were to pleasure the two men as they watched the next show! The night didn't end there, I was made to suck off several more men to completion and take a couple of more cocks in my bottom. I was even taken back onto the stage and spit-roasted by two of the leather-clad men -servants, in front of another baying audience before the party eventually started to die off. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning with the sun just rising that I found myself in the back seat off the car with David heading home. I had been fucked so many times that now the drug was wearing off I could barely sit down. David put his arm around me and gently stroked my face with his other hand. "You did well tonight princess" My husband said to me. "You will be well rewarded tomorrow honey I promise" I must have fell asleep on the journey home as I was only vaguely aware of David lifting me out of the back seat and carrying me upstairs to my room. "Sleep tight angel" He whispered as he placed me on my bed "Don't worry I will leave your sore, tender, battered and bruised little cunt alone for a few days" With that he kissed me and pulled the covers up over me. I quickly drifted off to sleep, too exhausted even to remove the basque and stockings I was still wearing. Let alone worry about my make up and dried semen that still covered my face and bottom. (BEFORE WE ARE TO BE MARRIED) The hen party had been great; the girls really were an open, extremely friendly group. The only reservation about any of them that I had was about Selina. The rest of the girls had included me as one of them, Selina however kept herself apart from all of us! It was as if she felt herself better than us and it showed in the way the other girls related to her. They all deferred to her, even Emma and Chantelle who normally feared no other woman. It was obvious that her position as Sir Charles' wife made her superior to the rest of us; higher up the pecking order than us ordinary girls. It was almost as if she had the authority of a man and we were just silly little girlies! I was to learn that she in fact had! She was the senior woman around here and the other girls did indeed treat her as such. I had drank enough alcohol to make me start to feel sleepy quite early on and as I had a big day coming I retired to my bedroom leaving the other girls still drinking. I striped off and put on a pale blue nighty with a pale blue pair of panties and got into bed. I soon fell asleep dreaming about the following day. From now on it had all gone a lot further than just a sexual fantasy, from now on my life would change forever! Was I up to it? Could I handle it? Well from now on I really didn't have much choice. My feminisation and submission to David my soon to be husband was a one way journey. Dependant on him and him alone; I was on the morrow going to surrender myself to him forever. Before I drifted off I rubbed my hands up my body, it was soft and curvy, it was a girls. I was going to look and feel as feminine as possible the next day. If it hadn't been for my little clitty, I would have been a total woman! My hair was blond, I had a perfect pair of C- cup breasts, my hips and ass were rounded like a girls are and my legs were long and smooth. I took a deep breath, there WAS NO WAY BACK NOW!! With that thought in my head, I fell asleep. CHAPTER 17 (THE WEDDING DAY) Well, the big day had finally arrived. I woke up to the sound of the alarm at 10am, I lay there in bed, a couple of minutes on my own to think, before the day began proper. My little pale blue nighty had ridden up to my waist during the night, exposing my matching panties. I smoothed it down to cover myself enjoying the feeling of the silk against my skin. "By the time I fall asleep tonight, I will be a married woman, in EVERY sense of the word" I thought to myself. "There will be no way back after today" In fact there already was no way back, I had already passed the point of no return. My body was permanently smooth all over, but the hair on my head grew at an amazing speed, it had to be cut and styled at least once a month. My clitty had shrunk to a modest four inches when fully hard, although the hormones meant it wasn't hard very often. However the other reaction to taking them did mean that I now possessed a lovely pair of perfect shaped B-cup breasts with pert large nipples and my legs, hips and ass were very shapely, very feminine too. There were also another couple of permanent changes to my physical appearance, the tattoos; and the not so permanent ones, the piercings. There was a knock at the bedroom door but before I could answer, it flew open and in burst Chantelle and Emma giggling like schoolgirls. "Morning Sammy babe" laughed Emma. "Hiya chick, you ready for your big day girl" giggled Chantelle. They ran over and sat on the bed as I pulled myself up, moved the pillows behind my back to make myself comfortable and leant back. They were both still in there nightwear, Emma was wearing a short, thigh length white silk and lace nighty with a slit up the side. I caught a glimpse of her matching panties as she sat on my bed. Chantelle was wearing a bright pink, flimsy, see through baby-doll nighty. It was so short, I couldn't help but see the little bulge of her clitty in her matching pink panties. She wore a sexy pair of bright pink marabou mules with a small heel which she kicked off as she too climbed on my bed. I noticed that both off them had perfect breasts though Chantelles were quite a bit bigger than both mine and Emma's. We sat and chatted for a short while until Emma said. "Ok girls, let's get busy. We've a full day ahead and lots to do first. Let's get showers then meet in the kitchen and get some breakfast. Thirty minutes later I slipped on my dressing gown and headed down stairs. They were both waiting for me sat at the kitchen table, also in their dressing gowns. We breakfasted on cereal, fruit juice and coffee, quickly eating it and headed back to our allotted wing of the house. We didn't want to bump into the menfolk yet; it was supposed to be unlucky for the bride to see her husband on her wedding day until the actual ceremony. I sat on a stool in my room, in just my dressing gown while Emma first had me hold my hands out straight while she painted the nails with a bright pink varnish, then knelt on the floor to do my toe nails. As I held them upwards to dry she started on my make-up. The foundation was applied on my face first, followed by the eye liner. Emma made me sit still as she drew the sharp lines above and below my eyes. She then put on three layers of heavy mascara to emphasise my lashes, tilting my head back to brush on my pink and white eye shadow. Next came the pink blush on my cheeks, she rubbed it gently with her finger tips to blend it all in, stopping to check that she had done my eyes perfectly. A layer of powder was applied next, expertly brushed to even out my facial look. She then took a sharp pink lip-liner pencil and outlined my lips. Finally she put on my pink lipstick, three coats, getting me to squeeze my lips together on some tissue between coats to dry and compress them. Lastly she painted on my lip-gloss. I looked at myself in the mirror. She really was an artist I just hoped that one day I could be as good at it. While she was doing this Chantelle had completed her make-up and fixed her hair. "Wow you look fabulous" She smiled as she came over to us. "Now, time for your hair while Emma gets herself ready." Chantelle brushed my hair adding some spray here and there to style it. We had decided that I was to wear my hair loose with a pretty little tiara. So it did not take her too long until she announced that she was finished. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror again; it was stunning my transformation was complete. I looked nothing at all like the young man who had arrived at David's home only five weeks before. "Time to get dressed honey" said Emma. "First the basque" I reached into the wardrobe and took the white basque off the hanger, handing it to her. She wrapped it around me and hooked it up at the back, altering the garter straps to the correct length. She took the stockings out of the drawer and gave them to me to put on. I tried to get the seams straight as I slid them up my long smooth legs, but it still took her ten minutes of adjusting them to get them right. I fastened the straps to my stocking tops then pulled up the panties over the top, tucking myself in. I sat down to relax for a while as my two bridesmaids finished their own hair and make-up. They briefly disapeared to their own rooms, quickly returning with the beautiful pale pink, silk and lace, full length maids dresses that they were to wear. We stood, one behind the other, me at the back fastening Emma's dress, while she simultaneously fastened Chantelles. They slipped on their five inch white heels and turned to face me. Chantelle picked up my jewellery box and opened it. Showing me the full matching set of jewellery I was to wear. "Best put these in now Sammy love " She said, picking out the two small gold hoops with little pink stones hanging from them for my nipple piercings. She popped out my left breast, removed the bar that was through my nipple and replaced it with the hoop, gave my breast a quick squeeze and put me back in the basque. She repeated this with my right breast then replaced my belly bar with a pink jewelled, navel adornment. Next came the dainty little bracelet, a pink diamond ring on my little finger on my right hand and finally the one inch wide, pale pink velvet choker with a small pink jewelled D-ring at the front. Emma fastened it around my throat, not too tight, but tight enough. They both carried my wedding gown over to me and helped me get in it, fastening the zipper at the back. "Sit on the high stool sugar" Emma told me " Now for your heels" I lifted up first one leg then the other as she slipped the six inch heel, white shoes on my feet. "Stand up Sammy, we are nearly done" She said; and with that she placed the tiara on my head and handed me my posy of pink and white flowers "What do you think babe? Stunning hey?" I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, I almost gasped in shock I had to admit I did look fucking good!! Like a little T-girl princess, I felt so feminine and girly, so pleased with my new image I had almost forgot that ultimately I had been coerced by blackmail to be where I was now! Emma went downstairs to inform everyone that we were ready. She returned five minutes later with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. "We've got thirty minutes until the ceremony, all the guests are here" She said, adding "Time for a little drink girls" She poured us all a glass. "Cheers" We chorused as we took our first sips We finished the bottle in the thirty minutes we had before it was time to go. They were chatting away about their wedding days and how it had been for them; about how exciting it was and how honoured I should feel when a man like David Jackson selects me to be his wife! With a quick last minute reminder of just what I was meant to do when we got downstairs, we were ready! "Let's go ladies" Laughed Chantelle; smiling at me and adding "You're gonna be one of us now Sammy" I tottered down the stairs, these heels were impossible to wear especially now I was a bit light headed off the drink; and walked as best I could across the hall to the banqueting room. Emma opened the big mahogany door sticking her head round the edge of it to let them know we had arrived, looked back at me and said "They're ready honey, are you?" "Yes" I whispered; the nerves getting the better of me now. "Let's go?" With that she nodded and flung the door open. I stood in the doorway flanked on either side by the girls. David stood at the far end of the long room with Micheal, his best man; they were both facing away from us. Sir Charles stood in front of them, looking down the room towards us. The sixty or so guests were sat in rows on either side facing the front. As the music to the wedding march started they all turned to look at me, I felt my hands tremble as I held the posy and it took a little nudge from Emma to remind me to start walking slowly and stately to the front, towards my destiny!! It felt like it took forever to reach the front, I tried to keep my eyes focused straight ahead but couldn't help but take furtive glances to first one side, then the other. I noticed the assembled group of David's friends and associates both social and business sat with their wives, girlfriends and partners watching me as I passed. Most of them smiled at me, although some of the men did leer at me in a very sexual nature, a couple of them even gave me a sly wink. The most leering look of all however, came from Sir Charles, his cold eyes looking me up and down like a shark preparing to attack. As I drew up next to David; my husband to be turned to face me and looked approvingly at the way I was dressed for him. My two bridesmaids had stopped a couple of paces behind us, leaving just the four of us at the very front. David in the middle, me to his right, Micheal to his left and Sir Charles facing us. I smiled coyly at David, keeping my head down with my eyes raised to see him. I remembered my instructions and knelt down at his side, Emma stepped forward to assist me and pulled the short train of my dress back and fanned it out behind. I knelt down at my man's side, placing my knees on the gold coloured silk cushion on the floor and held my posy in both hands in front of me at chest height; almost in a preying position. Keeping my head bowed and eyes to the floor, I waited for Sir Charles to begin. Although I couldn't see his face, I felt his eyes upon me. He cleared his throat and began. "Our circle of friends has gathered here today to witness the wedding and acceptance of ownership and submission ceremony of our dear member Mr David Jackson and his girl Samantha". "I am sure that we all here today can see that she will make a very beautiful and useful addition, not just to his household, but also to our ever expanding group of like-minded people" There were murmurings of assent from the guests. I felt myself blush slightly. "Now Samantha, you will repeat these vows to David, in the presence of me and the gathered witnesses here" "Then David will repeat his vows to you. After which I will instruct him to place the wedding ring on your finger and attach the lead of submission to your collar. From then on, for the rest of your lives, or until the day he decides otherwise, you will fully and completely belong to him. Do you understand girl?" "Y-yes Sir" I whispered. To which he responded "A little louder please dear; don't be shy" "Yes Sir" I repeated "That's better girl, now after me" "I must always respect, honour and obey my husband and master" My mouth felt awfully dry, my nerves were jangling as I repeated his words, followed by the rest of the vows. "I must always be feminine, sexy and submissive for my husband and master" "I must always wear sexy little panties, stockings and lingerie. For my man's and other men's visual stimulation and pleasure" "All men are my betters and I accept my subservient and lower position to them all" "I accept whole heartedly any discipline or correction I am given by any man acting with my husband and master's blessing. Never to answer back or complain to any other person" "I will never divulge to anyone, unless my master has instructed me to, any of the things I see or hear. Or about any part of my life, past, present and future at any point to anybody" "I promise never to treat my body as my own, but to strive for its feminine perfection in my husband and masters eyes. Through diet, exercise, hormones and if my husband and master requires it, surgery" "I surrender my right to have any thoughts or opinions of my own and trust my husband and master to dictate just what my thoughts and opinions should be, on any given matter" "I will fulfil any service, without question or comment that my husband and master requires of me" "I promise that this evening I will give my virginity to my husband and master and from this day forth I will always be sexually available to him, however he wishes to use me" "I vow to be total and unswerving in my loyalty, obedience and dedication to my husband and master" "I pledge my life and very reason for living to my husband and master" "My life is not my own, I only exist to serve, please and satisfy my husband and master. Whatever he commands, it is my solemn duty to perform" I was almost breathless by the time I had completed my part of the vows. I looked to the floor while David repeated his considerably shorter script. "I, David Jackson take this girl Samantha to be my wife, my property, my servant" "To treat her as my maid, my whore, my bitch, my slave" "In return for her total and complete submission, I promise to think for her and provide for her in every detail" "I accept her as my chattel, but also vow to act responsibly in her welfare" "She is now mine physically, mentally and spiritually in everyway" He finished. Sir Charles looked down and said. "Samantha raise your left hand towards your husband. Now David please place the ring upon your wife's finger. Micheal pass the ring to David" It was a half inch wide, thick solid gold band with the capital letters D and J engraved upon it. He first removed my engagement ring slipped the gold band on my finger then replaced the engagement ring. "David, please repeat, with this symbolic ring I take you as my wife" "With this symbolic ring I take you as my wife" David repeated "Samantha repeat" ."By wearing your ring I willingly give myself to you as your wife" "By wearing your ring I willingly give myself to you as your wife" I responded. Sir Charles now went on to say. "Micheal, as the best man please pass me the brides' leash" Then Sir Charles took the lead from Micheal, cupped my chin in the palm of his hand and raised my head up. Looking down and smiling at me, he clipped the lead to the little D-ring on my collar, giving it a little tug. "David please repeat after me. With this symbolic lead, I accept you as my property and slave" After hearing David repeat this Sir Charles said to me. "Samantha repeat, by wearing my Masters lead I accept that I am now his property and his slave" I repeated the words as I had been instructed "Very good, I pronounce you Man and wife, Master and slave, Owner and chattel" He handed the lead to my new husband and said. "Samantha stand up and face your Man, David, you may kiss your bride". David put his hand under my arm to help me stand, gently spun me towards him and kissed me. Even the way we kissed was an act of his dominance, the way he slipped his arm around my waist pulling me towards him whilst penetrating my mouth with his tongue. The way I responded by tilting my head to the side and parting my lips to allow him access, was my act of submission. "That's it folks" Announced Sir Charles with a laugh, "Ceremonies over, let's all go eat, drink and be merry" With that the audience burst into applause as we turned to face them. David held my hand with one hand and was still holding the lead in the other. He started to walk down the aisle and I walked, not quite at his side, but half a step behind him as I was required to do. He was nodding and smiling saying quick hellos to the guests on either side as a procession gathered behind us. First Sir Charles, next Micheal and Emma, behind them walked Gary and Chantelle followed by all the guests joining as we passed their rows of seats. I couldn't help but notice that in this formal march, all the "girls" walked the same half pace behind their men as I did. It was obvious that in this group ALL the women were subservient to the men. We paraded through the huge baronial manner that Sir Charles called home until we reached yet another large banqueting suite. Where we all took our seats and waited for the food to bought in. David, myself, Sir Charles, Micheal, Emma, Gary and Chantelle were seated at the top table, the rest of the guests on long tables down the room. The food looked fantastic, but the nerves of the day had got the better of my appetite. I spent the next couple of hours pushing the various components of the five or six courses around my plate with my fork, taking the odd small mouthful here and there. I did however consume several glasses of wine and champagne during the meal and the speeches given by David, Sir Charles and Micheal and was feeling a little drunk by the end. After the reception was over my man looked down towards me and said "Come on princess, it looks like it's time to get you home, your day is a long way from over yet" Looking back at him I attempted a smile, I wasn't sure whether I should be looking forward to the rest of the evening or dreading it, as I knew full well just what was in store for me. David had spent a lot of time, money and effort on me and tonight he would wanna see a lot of return on his investment. We both knew full well just what that would entail. He had been very patient but now I was 'legally' his wife I would have to perform like a wife should perform in her husbands' bedroom as well as around his house. I was nervous as I had never before had a mans cock inside my mouth let alone inside my 'pussy' as he called it! We bade our farewells to all. Everybody wanted to kiss me good-bye, so it took a while to actually get out of the house. Mathew was waiting outside by the car, holding the rear door open. We got in and the Bentley purred into life and swept us down the drive towards our home. The guests all followed us out and waved us off. CHAPTER 18 (THE WEDDING NIGHT) It was almost ten pm by the time we arrived home. We sped up the long driveway and parked by the steps leading up to the front door. Mathew got out of the drivers seat, came to the side and opened, first David's door; he then came round to my side to hold the door open for me. We entered the house and David led me to the drawing room. "Will there be anything else Sir?" Mathew questioned. "No thank you Mathew" David replied. "You can go; in fact you can take the next few days off. I think I have everything I need for now" He continued, his hand slipped down to squeeze my bottom as he winked at Mathew. Mathew grinned back at him a knowing look on his face. "Well goodnight Sir" "And goodnight Mrs Jackson" He added, nodding at me. He then left leaving us alone as man and wife for the first time. I felt a little shiver of nervous trepidation as the full enormity of my new role in life hit home. As soon as he heard the front door close, David turned to me, cupped my face in his big hands and kissed me deeply. "Now princess, lets have a stiff drink before we retire to the wedding bed" He poured two large brandies and passed me one. "Here darling, you may need this as well" He took a small pill out of his pocket and handed it me. "What is it?" I asked. "Oh its just a little muscle relaxant for you, it is going to be a long night. This will help you feel more comfortable" I popped the pill into my mouth. "That's it honey; now down the brandy in one" I did as I was told, the room span a little as the alcohol hit me. I felt his arm around my waist to steady me. He looked down and smiled. "Come on my cute, sexy, little virgin bride. It's time to make a real woman out of you" He guided me to the foot of the stairs. "Get your ass up to the bedroom bitch" He laughed good-naturedly as he slapped my bottom. He was right behind me as I walked upstairs. Watching my ass as I walked the way I had been taught, swinging it provocatively from side to side. I paused at the bedroom door. "Mmmm beautiful princess" He commented. "Now, in you go sweetheart. Tonight you will learn what it really means to be a mans wife" I tottered into the dimly lit room, awkward on my five inch heels as the pill and the alcohol started to take affect. There was a reddish glow from the bedside lamp and I noticed a bottle of champagne on ice next to the bed, Joan must have placed it there earlier, before she had gone home. "Ok, stand there" David said, pointing to the open space in the middle of his large bedroom. "I want to have a good look at my pretty, little, new wife. I have waited a long time for tonight and I want to take my time and savour every minute of it" He opened the champagne and filled two glasses handing one to me, then lit a cigar. "Are you nervous princess?" he asked. "y-y-yes a little" I stammered in response. It was true, I knew what he had in mind for me and I could imagine it was going to hurt at least a little. I just hoped the pill he had given me would be effective? He walked around the room circling me like a predator does with its prey, looking me up and down. His cigar in one hand and his glass in the other, his tuxedo jacket were unbuttoned and he had undone his dickie bow so it was still hanging from his collar. "Well well well" he murmured. "You are a pretty little thing aren't you girl?" I felt myself blush and looked down to the floor like the shy, coy, little virgin I was. "Th-th-thank you sir" I whispered "You look gorgeous and sexy in your wedding gown darling, do you feel gorgeous and sexy honey?" I replied that I did and I must be honest, I wasn't lying, I really did. "Do you remember the first day you arrived here princess" He asked. "Yes sir I do" I answered; how could I ever forget, it was the day my life changed forever. "And I gave you those panties and told you to put them on?" He continued. "What did I tell you they were girl? And make you repeat word for word?" "You said that they were little, sexy, flimsy, girly panties sir" I told him. "Yes Samantha, very good" He said adding "And what did I tell you it means when a girl puts on little, sexy, flimsy, girly panties for her man?" I knew the answer to this and where it was leading, but I have no choice in life other than to obey my husband now, so I answered. "It means sir, that I am to remember at all times, that I am to be feminine, sexy and submissive to my man" He walked behind me and whispered. "So, tell me girl, just what are you wearing under that beautiful dress for me tonight. Because my angel, tonight is a special night for you. Tonight is the night you lose your virginity to me" I was very nervous now, so replied almost in a whisper. "I'm wearing a basque sir, white silk and lace with pale pink trim and bows sir" I paused. "And?" He said "White stockings with pale pink seams and tops sir" I stammered. "And?" He persisted. "Tell me what panties you are wearing for me girl?" "They're white silk and lace to match my basque sir. With pink trim and bows. Very girly sir" "Very feminine, sexy and submissive Sir" I quickly added. "Mmmmm" He responded. I felt his hand grasp the top of my dress and heard the zipper being slowly pulled down. "Time to unwrap my wedding present I think" He continued. The gown fell loose, dropping at the front, falling down to my waist. His hands stroked the material of my basque at the back. With a tug, he pulled the dress down over my hips and it fell in a pile around my ankles. "Now step out of it and come over here" He instructed I tottered on my heels over to stand in front of him. "Are you going to be a good girl honey" he questioned. "Yes sir" I responded. "Good, now take my jacket off, hang it over there and come back here. You understand?" I nodded and did as instructed. "Now my shirt" I felt the muscles in his chest as I undid it. He then told me to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. Which I did, placing them by his shirt and jacket. I stood before him. "Now, on your knees bitch and slip down my shorts" As I did so, he grabbed my hair gently and guided my head to his crotch. I slipped down his shorts and looked up to see his rock hard eight inch cock only an inch from my face. "Mmmm lick it baby; put it in your mouth girl. Make me even harder for your little virgin pussy" I licked the tip gently but hesitated before I put it in my mouth. He gripped my hair a little tighter. "What's the matter sweetheart? First time you've sucked cock?" He quizzed. I nodded and mumbled a "Yes sir" to him; he just laughed "You're a girl now aren't you?" "Yes sir" I mumbled again. "And girls are made to suck cock sweetheart, so fucking suck cock girl" I knew where my duty lay; I quickly obeyed and took it fully into my mouth, licking the top as I pushed my head down on the length. He moaned as he pulled my head further and further onto him, forcing it further into my mouth. My gag reflex kicked in as he pushed deeper into my throat. I could taste and smell his throbbing meat as he chocked me, only stopping when I nearly vomited. "Not bad princess, although you're gonna need a lot more practice" He laughed. Placing a hand under my armpit he pulled me up into a standing position. With one arm around me he pulled me against him and kissed me long, slow and passionately. His hand sliding down my waist to my bum, squeezing my ass through the panties. Then slipping inside them to caress my bare bottom. I don't know whether it was the drug? The alcohol? Or just the mood of the moment but I felt naturally submissive. I felt like his girl!! Completely his, ready to serve and obey him in whatever he demanded off me. "So princess, I've got my hands inside your pretty little panties. You're mine now! Come on sweetheart get your cute little ass on my bed" He spun me round, slapped my bottom and guided me over pushing me casually onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spun my onto my back "I want to see your pretty little face when I fuck you for the first time babe. Wanna see you look up at me as I slide my cock right up you. Now open your legs bitch, give me your pussy" They were forced further apart as he mounted the bed and knelt between my splayed knees. He pulled me towards him lifting my legs up in the air. I rested them on his shoulders and felt him tugging at my panties, pulling them down to my knees. He then grasped my ankles in one hand, drawing them together and with the other hand began to fondle my clit slipping down to my pussy lips and further to stroke my little girly pussy-ass. "You're mine now girl, my wife, my girl, my servant, my slave, my whore, my slut. What are you?" "I'm your wife, your girl, your servant, your slave, your whore, your slut, Master" I dutifully answered, though in truth it was as much of a pleasure than a duty!! He removed my panties from one leg letting them slip back down the other one, then spread my legs again. I felt the cool lube as he massaged it over my clit and down to my crack. Felt his greasy finger enter me followed by another, then gradually by a third. "Is that nice sugar?" He whispered down at me. "Let me open up your little girly fuck hole for my hard cock. There's a good girl" I moaned as he fingered me, surrendering to his control, I knew in my own mind I was his now, for as long as he wanted me. He leaned down towards me, his face next to mine, supporting himself on one arm. I felt the other hand guide the tip of his cock to the entrance off my love hole. He kissed me and whispered. "I'm gonna take you now girl, you are all mine" With that, he entered me. Only a couple of inches at first but I felt it all the same. A strange mixture of pain and pleasure ripped through my body. "Oh please" I begged "It hurts, please don't hurt me" He laughed gently and stroked my face "It's gotta hurt a little princess, that's what a good girl does, she happily endures a little pain for her man, and thanks him afterwards, now are you gonna be a good little girl?" I looked up at him, eyes imploringly and nodded. His cock thrust further inside me, I wrapped my legs tightly around him and whimpered as he took me. It did hurt, but in a way it was also very pleasurable, very horny very sexy to feel myself submit to the pain and to him!! He fucked me like that for what felt like an eternity, pushing ever harder, ever deeper inside me. My legs gripping him like a bitch on heat. "Oh god princess" He growled "You are one fucking horny piece of ass" "Thank you sir" I almost cried "Thank you for making me a real woman, thank you for making me your wife, your slut" I added. He stiffened, thrust his penis completely inside me until I felt his balls slap against my buttocks and shouted. "Oh god yes you slut, fucking hell you whore" "Take that you bitch" "God I've cum you nasty little cunt" "I've shot my man juice right up your cute little girly bottom. Oh yea you slut" My body too was exploding with passion my muscles had turned to jelly. Wave after wave of spasms of pleasure overwhelmed me. So this was how it felt to be taken as a woman by a man. He pumped away at me as I responded with thrusts from my own hips, draining his balls of his male semen into my open girly body. Filling my pussy-ass up until I could feel it squirting out of the sides. I moaned in ecstasy joined physically and mentally with my man as only a woman could be. I could feel his cock soften inside me, although he still pushed until it slipped out, limp and spent. He leaned over to kiss me, then moved around to lay beside me. "Was that good princess?" He asked me. "Yes David, yes sir" I told him "Thank you" I kissed him back. "Now then sweetheart, you gotta learn that it's a good girls' duty to clean her man after he has fucked her" He said sternly adding. "And put those pretty little panties on first, I want you to feel my cum dribbling out of you and making them wet and sticky while you lick my cock clean". I scrambled to pull my panties back on as my head was pushed down and I obeyed him by loudly licking his cock, slurping as I sucked him clean. I could taste his cum, his sweat and his manly odour as I worked. I was sure that I had been a good girl so far. His gentle stroking of my hair and affectionate comments reassured me of that. "Mmmm oh yea my pretty, little wife, you have not disappointed me. We have a long night ahead of us. Now keep sucking, get me hard for your cute little pussy again" I continued sucking and licking as he lay back, satisfied for now but I knew that it wouldn't be for long and I wasn't wrong.. CHAPTER 19 We had only lay there for ten or fifteen minutes with him laying back on the bed his arms folded behind his head and me lay beside him still licking his cock and balls. When I felt his manhood start to stiffen again, stretching itself to fill my mouth. He pulled me up to face him and said. "Daddy wants his little princess again, this time, no more Mister Nice Guy" I still felt giddy from the events so far and so was powerless to resist him as he pushed my head down onto the bed. "Come on slut, get on all fours like a proper bitch, head down and get that cute little ass up high in the air" I did as he ordered, kneeling down forward, resting on my forearms, my head pressed down into the bed, my bum raised as he had demanded. "Open your legs bitch, I want to see you open wide for your man" He pulled my panties down a little just to the top of my legs so my bottom was exposed for him. "That's it sweetheart, nice and wide. Now I want you to offer yourself to me like the good little cock-slut you now are" I wasn't sure just what he meant, so he prompted me. "Repeat after me girl. Please Sir, your pretty little slut offers up her cute, tight, little fuck-hole to her Master" It felt very erotic, very submissive as I repeated to him. "Please Sir, your pretty little slut offers up her cute, tight, little fuck-hole to her husband and Master" "Very good slut" he whispered " Now say. Please Sir would you like to stick your big, hard cock in your pretty, little, new wife's girly pussy hole?" Again I repeated it, I could hear him breathing heavier he was obviously getting aroused by my act off total submission to him. His finger slipped down my back into cleft of my bum cheeks and he lightly tickled my stretched opening, making me squirm a bit. "Mmmm nice princess, do you like that?" "Yes Sir, it feels good" I murmured back to him. "Now just a bit of lube and your ready for my cock sweetheart" ,,I could feel the lube being squeezed out of the tube and dropping onto my ass, running down over my pussy hole. He gently massaged it in probing me with his fingers, pushing it into my body. It felt heavenly, his fingers slipping easily in and out of my as he prepared me for a fucking. "That's it bitch, you're a nice little wet slut now, ready for your mans cock" The tip of his huge erect penis nudged at the slippy opening of my girly sex zone. "You know what I'm going to do to you now don't you slut?" David asked "So tell me bitch. What am I gonna do to you" "You're going to fuck me Sir" I panted. "Yes darling, I'm gonna fuck your sweet little bottom aren't I? "What am I gonna fuck?" "Your going to fuck my sweet little bottom Sir" I dutifully repeated. "Good now beg me to fuck you like a bitch, beg me to hurt you like the little slut you are" "Please Sir" I started only to be interrupted "Beg me to ram my big hard cock up your nasty little slutty cunt you whore" "Please Sir" I started again. WHACK, he slapped me hard on the ass "Call me Master you little fuck-toy" "P-p-please M-m-master" I stammered, voice breaking with fear and anticipation. "Please ram your big hard cock up my nasty little slutty cunt" "Please fuck me like a bitch and hurt me like the little slut I am Master" "P-please use me like a little fuck-toy Master, fuck your bitch's cunt and treat me like your whore Master" I screamed with shock and pain as he forced his cock deep inside me, pulling it out only to ram it in again. I bit down hard on the pillow and whimpered like a bitch, he pushed in and out getting harder and faster. His hands gripped my hips pulling me onto him ass he fucked, rocking me on my knees back and forth. Occasionally slapping my bottom with first his left hand, then his right, like a jockey urging on a reluctant filly. That strange mix of pain and pleasure washed up and down my body in waves, his cock burrowing deeper and deeper into my body. He fucked me for what seemed like forever. I was in the depths of submission, oblivious to everything around me except for his relentless pounding. My insides felt like they had been turned to jelly, the muscles in my pussy offering no resistance to him. It was like an out of body experience, as if I was floating above the bed looking down on the scene below. There was a rushing sound in my ears, muffling his voice as he said to me. "Oh yea, come on you fucking slut" "Oh yea take your Masters cock deep inside you, you fucking whore" "Fuck yea, feel your husbands big hard cock in your nasty little fuck- hole you cunt" He was fucking me frantically now, not caring about me at all, only interested in his own pleasure. There was a squelching sound when he pushed inside me, I was almost hallucinating with the experience. "Ohhh ohhhhh ohhhhhhh" I cried in rhythm with his strokes. "My god" I thought he must be cumming by now; I silently preyed for his release. Eventually he gripped my hips firmly, squeezing the flesh at the side so hard that I squealed again. This time I knew he was cumming, with one big thrust he groaned. "Mmmm oh yea bitch, I'm cumming, Oooo yea feel it fill you up girl" His body went stiff as he ejaculated deep inside me. Then much slower now he pumped his cock empty, giving me all his semen. I could feel a mixture of lube and man-cream ooze out of me, dribbling down my inner thighs as his cock started to soften. "God you're a good little girl" He laughed "What a horny little slut you are. Taking all your mans cock and cum like a pro" He withdrew from me and pulled me around by my hair, pushing my face down to his crotch. "You know your duty girl" he questioned "Now fucking get to it" I immediately obeyed, taking his limp penis fully into my mouth, sucking the last of his juices from him. He gripped my basque at the top of the fasteners and started to undo them. "Lets have this off now honey, lie on your stomach and let me remove it" he said, roughly pushing me back down onto the bed kneeling astride me, like a big game hunter posing over his kill. When it was open at the back, his hands moved to my stocking tops unclipping the garter straps "Now get up, stand there and put on this princess. It's time for bed" As I stood, the basque fell away from me hanging downwards from the straps still threaded under my panties. I pulled them clear and let it fall to the floor, pulling my panties back up. "No" he said sternly "drop your panties down to your ankles and put this on" He reached into the bedside drawer and through me a suspender belt. It was white with pink trim and ribbons, obviously from the same set as the basque and panties. I clipped it up and twisted round my waist into position. "Put one leg up on the bed sweetheart" he sneered "It's so sexy watching a girl clip her stockings up" When I had done that with both legs I was thrown a matching short nighty. I knew what he wanted so I stepped into it, pulling it up, squeezing into it and hooking the thin straps over my shoulders. I stood before him by the side of his bed, he pulled back the covers and got in still watching me. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do next so I just looked to the floor, nervously shifting my weight from leg to leg. "Take your shoes off girl" "You can't get into bed with those on" He laughed "You'll scratch my legs" I quickly slipped them off. "Right bitch, ask your husband and Master for permission to get into his bed, like a good girl should" "Please Master" I whispered demurely " Please may your obedient, submissive, little, new wife be granted permission to get into her husband and Masters bed" "Permission granted slut; get in" He pulled back the sheets, clicked his fingers and pointed to the bed. I climbed in and lay beside him as he slipped his arm around me' "You're a good girl honey, I'm glad I did you the honour of marrying you, I know that you're not gonna disappoint me in any way, are you?" "No Sir" I replied "I promise always to be a good girl for you and obey you at all times" We lay cuddling for ages, his hands all over me, stroking my tummy, squeezing my breasts, gently tickling my clitty through the thin material of my panties. They were damp at the crotch with his cum and this he commented on by telling me that, "That is the way a good girls panties should always be when she is with her man" I was simultaneously stroking his hairy chest and hard stomach, sometimes touching his cock, feeling it gradually stiffen again. "I think that I will have your mouth this time princess" he murmured, pushing my head down "Kiss my body all the way down" I moved up to him, sat up a little and started kissing his chest, slowly moving down to his tummy. With a jerk, his cock hardened, slapping my face. I took my que and gently licked the tip. "That's it honey, worship your husbands cock, you're a good wife now!" I worked my head down, licking his now erect penis from tip to stem, wetting it with my saliva. Down over his scrotum taking his balls in turn into my mouth. I heard him moan with pleasure so I knew I must be doing it correctly for him. This was not going to be a quick blow job, I wanted him to know that I was his complete sexual submissive now. I licked and slurped until he placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down so that his cock would penetrate my painted girly lips. It was completely in my mouth now and he was still pushing forcing me to take more and more. Gently pulling my head up by my hair then down again in a rhythmic motion. Faster and faster, the tip hitting the back of my throat making me gag a little. The deep male musky smell of sex filled my nostrils as my head bobbed up and down on him. He pushed down fiercely, gripping my hair and thrusting his hips up to fuck my face as he shot a huge wad of spunk into my mouth. I choked on the thickness of it as I splashed out of the corners of my mouth "That's it darling, take it all, keep it all your in your sweet little mouth for me and come up here" I turned to face him, my mouth full. Looking up at him eyes wide open. "Let me see" he said. I opened my parted my lips slightly, showing him his cum on my tongue "Good girl, now swallow it all; that's it slurp down your mans cum princess. Lap it all up my dirty little sex-kitten". It did taste good I must admit, thick and creamy, not really salty as I had always imagined, unlike anything I had tasted before, it was the physical taste of my man. After that we curled up together and we must have drifted off to sleep. I was awoke by the feeling of being gently rolled over onto my stomach. He was looking down at me, stroking his cock. "Oh look honey, I'm all hard again, open your legs" His hand slipped between my thighs parting them, his finger tips flickering over the flimsy panty material covering my pussy lips. Probing inside my panties pulling them to one side. A bit more lube was dribbled onto my now exposed bottom and he rolled on top of me, entering me as he did so. This time he was a lot gentler; treating me more like his wife rather than like his whore, as he had done last time he took me. He spoke softly to me telling me that he loved me and that he would always look after me. It was such a beautiful contrast that I felt a strange stirring in my bowels and my breath became deeper as I realised that I was gonna have I was going to have an anal induced orgasm. As if by instinct I pushed my hips up to meet his gentle rhythm, feeling myself moving faster and faster, oblivious to any pain or discomfort. It felt natural to move with him in this way, the way a woman should move in harmony with her man. It hit me from nowhere, wave after wave of exquisite sensations washing over me. The muscles in my thighs tensed as my orgasm overwhelmed me. The front of my panties filling with my own cum. He must have cum at the same time, to be honest I had been so in my own world I hadn't noticed. He had now stopped and let his cock be squeezed out of me, his hand found its way between my legs. "Mmmm very nice girl, you have cum too" He commented as he felt the sticky wet patch in my panties. "Now go to sleep" I fell asleep in his big hairy arms, contented and purring like a kitten CHAPTER 20 THE EPILOGUE (THE PRESENT DAY) I am sat here writing out the last chapter of my story. The story t