Project PrometheusChapter 39
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Five months later...
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness these unions between these ... people today. If there is anyone who can show just cause why any of these ... people should not be joined together, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace,” the minister intoned, said minister being Brett, in fact.
Several tense seconds elapsed, and then I heard, “yeah, I object!”
“Oh, Sylvester, shut up already! Just be glad that you were invited, okay? We’re already divorced and have been for months now. Get over it!” Karen insisted.
“Yeah, well, Eileen doesn’t like it, either, do you, princess?” Sylvester, a rather punchy, pudgy fellow, asserted.
“Oh, Daddy, I love you, but shut the fuck up, okay? Uncle Konrad’s a good man, trust me! You don’t speak for me in this. Besides, all I want to do right now is take you home, whip your ass, peg you, and then ride the fuck out of you! You know that you like being dominated by your own daughter, don’t you? Don’t I treat you how you really want to be treated, Daddy?
“Maybe I’ll bring over some studs later to sodomize you, and then cuckold you by fucking me? After all, I can’t have my own father’s babies, can I? They would come out web-footed or something! Mom’s shown me the error of my ways ... maybe we should just move in with them and join their little bacchanalia?
“You might get some strange pussy again for once! What do you guys think? Should we move in with you, Daddy and me?” Eileen asked us while turning her own father over her knee to swat him a few times.
“You’ve been ... fucking your own father ... and dominating him? Wow! That’s ... hot!” Shelby exclaimed.
“Yes, it is, isn’t it, sis!” Cameron agreed while squirming with that butt-plug up his asshole.
“It was my idea ... and I’m glad that you’ve decided to take my advice, Eileen. I vote that we add them. What do you think? Sylvester, chill, honey ... it was for your own good. I didn’t want you wallowing in self-pity after the divorce, so I told Eileen to find out what you liked, what you really wanted, and seduce you into going for it. What a shock to learn that you really wanted a dominant woman!
“What a difference that would have made for our marriage, but it’s not too late for you and our daughter. Submit to her, because both of you like it that way, don’t you? Eileen always was a Daddy’s girl, wasn’t she?” Karen confronted her ex as he stood up, his butt still smarting from his own daughter’s hand.
“Well, Daddy?” Eileen tugged at his balls to get an answer.
“Yes, princess,” Sylvester cleared his throat now, while the rest of us laughed a bit.
“It looks like he’s been domesticated, guys. They’ll make a solid addition to the group. Let’s add them ... and initiate them later. Finish the nuptials for now, of course. Brett, proceed, please,” I encouraged everyone now, taking the lead as I often did.
“I might have to borrow him from you now and then,” Jeannie Lanier whispered teasingly in Eileen’s ear, “truth be told, I’ve always wanted a boy-toy. I love what Master is and now gladly accept that it’s not him, but I still want a boy-toy somewhere along the line. A pussywhipped fellow I can control. That was the only reason that I tried to make Konrad faithful, which backfired on me a little, I might add.”
“Jack Berkowitz and Amber Henriksen, please step forward. Jack, please take Amber’s hand and slip this ring onto it, saying the words of the text,” Brett urged the first couple now as they began the series of cosplay-themed weddings for the day.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Jack told Amber, making her blush now.
“And now Amber, take Jack’s hand and slip this ring onto it, saying the words of the text,” Brett continued.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” Amber told him as she slid the wedding band onto his ring finger.
“Do you, Jack Berkowitz, take this woman, Amber Henriksen, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Brett asked Jack, who grinned as he contemplated making my slave Amber his official bride.
For one thing, despite her not being his primary partner nor she is, he would still get to consummate his marriage on his wedding night. That much was already agreed for later that night. Amber might be dripping tons of cum from each of her holes and leaking them down her thighs, staining her chosen costume (thankfully black), but she would still be his bride for that evening. It wasn’t like sharing a woman ever bothered Jack, anyway.
“I do,” he beamed at Amber, who smiled and giggled as she looked at her new husband.
“Do you, Amber Henriksen, take this man, Jack Berkowitz, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Brett snickered at using the word “obey.”
Brett knew that Amber tended to submit sexually to anyone, of either sex, who I let command her.
“I do,” Amber licked her lips as she winked at Jack, Brett, and me.
Clearly, even the prospect of having to “obey” her new hubby as well as me turned Amber on considerably. Amber also knew that I wrote down most of the vows personally, especially hers. If I included those words in there, it wasn’t there pro forma or by accident. It was a definite signal to the slave Amber that she was to submit to Jack almost as much as to me ... almost. I could smell the arousal from Amber’s soaking wet, naked twat due to this news, not that she was shocked by it. Between the vows, my recent instructions to her on many occasions, and the crotchless panties that I told the visibly pregnant Amber to wear, she knew the score. She still obeyed me first, but now Jack was officially second among her dominators. Naturally, this fact only turned her on even more.
“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, and by the Goddess Ashtaroth, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Brett told them as he slapped both of them on the butts.
“Oh, I will,” Jack then planted a lip lock on Amber that would have given Sir Galahad a boner!
Then Jack knelt, lifted up Amber’s nun’s habit, exposed her crotchless panties, spread her thighs, and kissed her pussy lips, too. He even got a little spunk on his tongue in the process, but then Amber lifted his Highlander’s kilt and kissed his genitals repeatedly from the head of his cock to the underside of his balls. She then winked at him as she took his entire length into her mouth and licked what turned out to be Sammie’s juices clean from his prick.
The meaning of that message was obvious, and it drove home why I had insisted upon an adults-only wedding at home, just in increase. Amber didn’t want to wait for the wedding night to formally consummate her marriage. She wanted to do it here and now, and she proceeded to do so by bending over for Jack to let him inside her gooey gash. To his credit, my buddy Jack didn’t hesitate to go for it, either, sliding furiously in and out of his lovely young bride. The sight of her beautiful hips and buns as she took him balls deep inside her slimy snatch was truly exhilarating, at least for many of us present.
It was a quickie, of course, but it was a rather splendid one at that. Amber looked drop-dead gorgeous as she took as much of Jack as she could into her rather drenched slit and pushed back at him with her whole body. She wanted it obvious to all that their marriage, whatever the details of it, would have plenty of warmth, even heat to it. She was gonna be very intimate, very often, with that geeky, much older husband of hers. She was my slave first, but right after that, she was Jack’s wife.
While neither of them lasted long due to mating in front of all of our witnesses, it was still a sight to behold as Amber creamed herself in everyone’s sight. Then Jack spilled his seed inside her, too late to make a difference this time in terms of procreation, but it was the principle of the thing. He had consummated their union, it was now definitely a proper marriage in the legal sense, the risk of annulment much reduced. He also had the chance to prove that he enjoyed his blonde bride’s buttered bun, her delightful creampies, the sloppy seconds ... and more of other men. She, on the other hand, showed that she didn’t object to Sammie’s significant role in her groom’s love life.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jack Berkowitz,” Brett formally introduced the couple as they signed the marriage license at last.
“Now, will Konrad Gottlieb and Katrina de Kamp please step forward,” Sammie took over as minister, per our agreement.
Katie and I couldn’t get to our places at the altar fast enough. Katie’s choice of wedding gown was very interesting indeed. It was the same Daenerys Targaryen outfit that she wore months ago for my first gang-bang with her, complete with the white-blonde wig that she had back then. She also wore contact lenses rather than glasses to make the ensemble more authentic. I was dressed as the same Norse jarl that I was back then, too, minus the helmet, of course.
“Konrad, please take Katie’s hand and slip this ring onto it, saying the approved words of the text,” Sammie urged me now.
“With this ring, Khaleesi, I thee wed, moon of my life,” I used the actual name that Khal Drog used for Dany.
“And now, Katie, please take Konrad’s hand and slip this ring onto it, saying the approved words of the text,” Sammie turned to Katie with a wink.
“With this ring, Master, I thee wed, my Sun and stars,” Katie then winked at me as well as Sammie.
“Do you, Konrad Gottlieb, take this woman, Katie de Kamp, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Sammie licked her own lips as she saw how Katie already couldn’t keep her hands off me.
“I do,” I grinned as Katie kept groping me.
“Do you, Katie de Kamp, take this man, Konrad Gottlieb, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or for worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?” Sammie persisted, trying to fight the urge to fuck someone right then and there.
“I do ... I am Master’s now. His slut forever,” Katie swore to us now.
“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, and by the Goddess Ashtaroth, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Sammie smiled as Katie pulled Sammie, herself, and me in for a steamy three-way kiss.
“Is that ... Karen I taste on your mouth, Sammie? And Jeannie on yours, Katie?” I laughed as I removed Katie’s dress roughly as Khal Drogo did and mounted her in true Dothraki fashion.
“Fuck, yeah ... take me like the bitch that I am!” Katie begged me as I enjoyed the slippery wetness of my slut-slave bride’s freshly fucked cunt.
“You like being mounted this way, don’t you, my love?” I declared as I consummated my marriage in such a primal manner.
“Hell, yes, Master! Fucking take me, Master ... cum inside me ... mark me as yours again!” Katie urged me as I took her and kissed the back of her neck repeatedly.
“Cum for me, slut ... cum for Master!” I ordered Katie and she exploded, splattering me with her lady juices all over my throbbing, pulsing cock.
I grabbed her ass a little more and admired her buns before I spent myself at last inside Katie’s creamy cunt. The deed was done. The marriage was legally consummated. Katie was officially mine at last. Then, of course, I presented her with the collar, as agreed beforehand, placing it on her collar.
“Do you accept this collar, knowing what it means, slave girl?” I demanded of Katie, who now revealed to all a fresh bar code tattoo on her bottom.
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