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(MF+/F, nc, bd, enema, huml) *** Shelly hummed to herself as she walked into the hotel lobby. She had a room key already, since she'd been the one to book the room for the lucky couple. Such a good Maid of Honor for her cousin! She stumbled getting into the elevator and took a moment to take off the ridiculous heels. Who ever thought bridesmaids should wear three inch heels? And peach taffeta really wasn't her style either. Not that Stephanie cared. The empty headed little cunt didn't care about anyone except herself and her precious 'Stevie'. Gag, if Shelly had to hear another word about Stephanie and Steven's picture perfect wedding, she'd vomit right on Stephanie's hand beaded pumps. She and her cousin hadn't even spoken more than a couple of times in the year before Stephanie had insisted Shelly be her maid of honor at the family reunion. If there had been a good way to back out, she would have. But of course Stephanie had made it look like Shelly was being the bitch when she tried to say she didn't want to. Like that twat really wanted to 'share her big day' with Shelly. Right. She just wanted Shelly close by where Stephanie could rub her nose in it. Stephanie had always tormented Shelly in high school. Sure, she pretended they were friends, but she constantly used her, from making Shelly do her homework, to spreading rumors about her and taking her friends. Even fucking Shelly's boyfriends where she knew Shelly would catch them. Come on, after the first few times, it was enough! But not this time. Shelly had planned this night ever since she'd been manipulated into agreeing to be maid of honor. She'd come up with a wish list; adding to it through every dress fitting and bridal shower. She'd played the perfect friend while that bitch had made her smart ass comments about Shelly's lack of sex life or steady guy. Well Shelly might not have a steady guy in her life, but she did know plenty of guys that Stephanie had fucked over. And they were all eager to repay the favor on the prom queen princess. The elevator dinged for the penthouse suite and Shelly quickly let herself in with the key card. She had a good half hour before the happy couple showed up since she'd driven straight here and they were taking a horse and carriage ride through the park first. The room was decorated in dozens of roses and candles. Champagne and strawberries waited in an enticing display and soft music played over the hidden sound system. All ready for a spectacular wedding night. And as Maid of Honor, Shelly was here to ensure Stephanie had one she would never forget. But just in case, Shelly opened the duffle bag she carried and pulled out a laptop, some miniature microphones and half a dozen mini cameras with wireless transmitter capability. Taking an assessing look at the room set up Shelly carefully placed the cameras where she was sure to get the best variety of shots. The microphones were placed in more centralized locations for clearer sound. Finally, Shelly hooked up the laptop and checked to make sure each camera and microphone was transmitting to the computer. Every bit of the action tonight would be digitally saved for posterity; or for release on the internet, whatever! Shelly left the laptop running, but on mute and slid it far under the dresser against the wall. She'd pick it up at the end of the night. Not that it really mattered. All the footage was being sent to her home computer as well, but this way she could demonstrate some of the best footage at the proper time during the evening. Shelly giggled quietly. This was going to be so much fun. She'd waited a really long time for this. Next Shelly walked over to the center display of fruit, chocolate and champagne. She pulled a small box from her bag and then removed a syringe and a bottle of clear fluid. She filled the syringe with the clear fluid and stripped off the box lid to reveal his and hers chocolates. Shelly sneered. The lovebirds would never know the chocolates hadn't been left by the hotel staff and the cutely scripted 'His' and 'Hers' in white chocolate would be too sappy for them to resist. By the way they acted at the reception, they'd probably feed them to each other. Hah, that was worth a laugh! Shelly carefully injected the 'His' chocolate with the clear fluid. Then she withdrew a second syringe and injected Stephanie's chocolate with a different mixture. Finally she arranged the chocolates where the newlyweds couldn't miss them, and replaced her gear. A little Buspar for Stephie and she'd be just controllable enough to start. It would wear off after an hour or so, but by then it'd be far too late. Shelly snickered again. Some GHB for 'Stevie' and he'd be a great addition to the party. Shelly knew Steven was tired of Shelly's bitchiness and complaining already, but he'd never get the balls to do anything about it on his own. This way, Shelly was doing him a favor, even if he wouldn't really remember it in the morning. Just then her cell phone rang. Shelly glanced at the screen as she answered and knew what it was immediately. A quick exchange verified that the lovey couple was on their way up and then Shelly was muting her phone and sliding it back into her pocket. One last glance around and she grabbed the bag and slipped into the closet. Minutes later the outer door slammed open and a tuxedo clad Steven stumbled in with a giggling Stephanie in his arms. He swung her down onto her feet, (just in time in Shelly's opinion, although she wasn't averse to seeing Stephanie dropped on her ass) and slammed the door behind them. The two spent some time groping and sucking each other's tongues while Shelly peeked out the cracked door impatiently. They roamed around the room, oohing and aahing over the room and finally (finally!) ending up at the chocolate display. Stephanie and Steven were even worse than Shelly had feared. They cooed at each other and even baby talked before feeding each other the doctored treats. Shelly grinned and waited. It took only minutes for Steven to begin showing symptoms and Stephanie followed minutes later. They stumbled into the adjoining bedroom and collapsed onto the bed. Shortly, Steven was drowsing with Stephanie curled against him. Left alone, they'd probably just sleep the night through and wake up without knowing the difference. Shelly smirked. Too bad they weren't going to be left alone. She made a quick call and then padded to the door in her stocking feet. At the soft knock Shelly opened the door to let in three of Stephanie's 'friends'. Jake and Carl were cousins who had been three grades ahead of Shelly and Stephanie. Both men had been left back two grades and had been a hulking presence even as teenagers; both had been taunted and mocked incessantly by Stephanie and her crowd of cock-teasing followers. They had been inseparable all through school and now the two worked for the same construction company. Ronnie had been the geeky outcast in high school and even years later he remained scrawny and unremarkable. Luckily for them all, though, Shelly's cousin had dated Ronnie briefly and had told some wild tales. Shelly had called him up where he was manage of a small theater in town and laid it on the line. He'd admitted to having more 'exotic' tastes and agreed to provide some supplies in exchange for a chance to get back at his high school tormenter. The three men deposited their bags next to the love seat and all four continued over to the dozing couple. Shelly shook Stephanie's shoulder gently, then rougher. "Hmm?" Stephanie began to rouse. Shelly tugged on her hand. "Come on, Steph. Let's get you ready." Stephanie was pulled up off the bed and stumbled after Shelly into the other room. The three men quietly secured Steven to the bed for later and pulled the door closed as they left. In the main room Stephanie was giggling in Shelly's face. "Didn't you love the wedding, Shell? You know, I wanted you there especially 'cause I know you won't be having anything anywhere as nice." She laughed lightly. "That is, if you even find a man. It must be so sad to be you. I can have any man I want." Shelly smiled over Stephanie's shoulder at the three men watching and looked back into the glazed blue eyes. "You know what Stephie, you're right. You can have any man you want. And since you've been so nice to me, I wanted to give you an extra special wedding gift." She gripped the blonde's shoulders and turned her to face the watching men. It took Stephanie a moment to recognize the men and then connect them with what was going on. She blinked, coming out of her drug haze. "What are you losers doing here?" She demanded. "Now Stephie," Shelly slid her hands down the long beaded sleeves. "That's not very welcoming. Maybe if we help you get a little more comfortable." She gripped both wrists and jerked her cousin's arms behind her back. Stephanie let out a startled yelp, but had no time for more as Ronnie stepped up with wide black leather cuffs. He buckled the cuffs with a practiced hand despite the cursing and struggling of the bride. As the struggling blonde realized her predicament she began yelling and kicking. Shelly brought her around with a quick yank and cut off the sound with a solid slap. While her cousin gasped with shock Shelly pushed into her face. "Listen up, bitch," she snapped. "We've had enough of you shaking your ass and turning your nose up at all of us. It's time you know just who's in charge." "Let me go now, Shelly! You can't..." Shelly gripped the blonde's jaw harshly and ignored the tears that appeared in the wide eyes. "I'll tell you how this is going to happen. You are going to do exactly what we say or we can wake up little Stevie and let him find you being gang fucked by your friends here. Who do you think he'll believe? His new wife's 'maid of honor' and his own eyes? Or his lying, cheating whore of a wife?" Stephanie began to sob softly and sagged in her captor's grip. Shelly smiled coldly and shoved the tall girl backwards into the arms of the two cousins. The two each gripped an arm and dragged her over to the ottoman. Shelly stood by as hulking cousins forced the slender blonde to her knees at the end of the stool and bent her forward over it. Stephanie seemed to panic at that point and began kicking. Her slight build was no match for the two men and they each held her with one hand one each arm and one hand on each leg. Without missing a beat, Ronnie came over with ankle cuffs. He busied himself under the long dress for a minute before calling to Shelly. Having talked over the night well in advance, Shelly knew exactly what was needed. She quickly handed over the bar which was clipped between the ankle cuffs. "What are you doing to me?" Stephanie's voice quavered with fear. Ronnie ignored her as he pulled rope from one of the bags and efficiently strapped her to the padded ottoman itself. This way her cunt and ass were accessible, but her head was free as well. After a quick check he nodded and stepped back. There was rustling and strange noises as he began laying out supplies just out of Stephanie's rang of vision. The two larger men released their grip and moved to stand behind her. Shelly moved around to the front and looked down at her bound cousin. "Not quite so fucking perky, now are we?" She leaned down and spoke softly. "I want you to know that you deserve everything you're going to get tonight. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of watching you get it." She smirked again and nodded to the men. Jake stepped up first. Gathering the folds of the full, beaded wedding gown he rolled up the skirt and under- layers until they could be draped up over Stephanie's hips, revealing the silky white stockings, garter belt and red thong! "Well, well," He tugged the rear string, pulling it deeper between the round, pale cheeks of her ass. "A little surprise for the groom? Guess we'll just have to let him know what he missed." Laughing, he brought his hand down sharply. The crack brought a yelp from Stephanie and she renewed her struggles with the ropes. Jake, Carl, Ronnie and Shelly watched avidly as the action caused her ass to jiggle enticingly. Already a faint pink handprint was rising against the white skin. Perfect. Sighing, Shelly eased onto the seat where she could see everything and be comfortable. She grinned. It was going to be a long night. Stephanie was continuing to put up a fuss and Ronnie was apparently tired of listening to it, cause he grabbed a handful of that carefully styled blonde hair and yanked back hard enough to curve her spine sharply. While he was fitting the bitch with a latex cock gag the cousins behind her were admiring how the curve to her spine made her ass perk up and out even more than usual. Looked like they couldn't wait either. No sooner was the gag buckled on and Ronnie let her head drop than Jake landed another whack on those firm buns. Stephanie's head reared up again and a muffled yell sounded through the gag, but nowhere near enough to reach or alarm anyone. Besides, this was the honeymoon suite! Jake continued spanking Stephanie's ass; alternating from cheek to cheek. The pink tint gradually eased into a brighter red and each smack caused the fleshy globes to shake. Stephanie's noises became louder and more desperate; interspersed with sobs and gulps of air through her nose. Finally Jake stopped and stepped back, shaking the slight numbness from his palm. Reaching out a hand to rest on the abused ass, Carl grinned up at his cousin. "Man, I thought that ass was hot before." He snickered at his own joke. "Guess it's my turn next." Stephanie's semi-relaxed form was suddenly rigid with tension again and more muffled protests sounded. Ignoring her, Carl reached out for the knotted whip held out to him by Ronnie. It was comprised of a wrapped, braided handle and half a dozen medium length leather cords. Shelly hummed with anticipation and couldn't resist rubbing it in to her bitchy cousin. "I can't wait to see this used on those melons you call breasts, Stephie, but that will have to come later." Stephanie turned her head to look at Shelly with begging, tear- filled eyes. Shelly smiled softly. "See Steph, Jake really wants to fuck you in your wedding gown, so Carl had to find a more creative way to administer this part. I think you'll appreciate it better this way, though." Stephanie's eyes had widened as she spoke and panic rose in her eyes as Carl move to straddle her body, facing her feet. The bound bride struggled to see what was happening, but couldn't turn her head far enough with her arms cuffed behind her. However, it meant she still had her head turned in Shelly's direction and so Shelly had the best view of her expression when Carl raised the whip high and lashed down between the crease of her ass and thighs. A moment of shock bleeding into agony as a wail rose from her throat. Shelly wiggled on the sofa, panties starting to soak through with her pussy juices. Carl stopped in disgust after the first strike. "This isn't working right." He looked at Ronnie. "Can you do something about her legs? And the thong's gotta come off." "Gotcha," Jake simply reached down and yanked hard, the scrap of red satin coming free easily. Stephanie squealed again and Shelly began to rub herself through the awful peach dress. Ronnie quickly attached wide cuffs at the top of each calve, just below the knee and directed Jake to hold one ankle as he detached the ankle bar. He adjusted the bar to about 30 inches and reattached it to the higher cuffs. Then the two shoved a smaller nearby footstool under the center of the bar, effectively lifting and spreading the creamy white thighs. Finally satisfied with the result Carl lashed the leather cords again. This time it landed firmly between spread legs with a sharp snap. The bound body surged in its captivity; writhing and shrieking. Her tormentor set a steady rhythm, striking each thigh and landing each third blow directly on the crease of the reddened ass, letting the knotted ends curl through to land on the plump pussy lips. Stark white lines appeared then filled to a dark red punctuated with rough round marks. The spectators gloried in the sheer expression of violence. The unrelenting swing of the lash; the crisp snap of leather on tender flesh; the high pitched screams interrupted only by gasps for air. Shelly moaned softly and rocked herself forward into her rubbing fingers. She fully intended to have her dear cousin eat her out at least once tonight, but there was no reason not to give her a wet welcome at the door, right? The whipping continued; accompanied by the shrill screaming. Stopping abruptly, Carl rubbed his calloused palm roughly over the raised welts, drawing more moans from the lucky bride. Using the same hand he took a moment to adjust his hard bulge. Ever impatient, Jake yanked the stool from beneath the spreader bar and pushed the long legs back to kneeling. Ignoring the muffled moaning he moved over to the blonde head, opening his pants. He pulled Stephanie's head up to face his thick 9 inch cock as he stroked it roughly. "See this, bitch? It's going in that tight bridal cunt of yours. Now you can wet it for me or I can do you dry, your choice. Scream or bite and it's going up your ass instead. You understand me?" He shook the blonde head harshly. Stephanie only sobbed, but the man took that as agreement and he unbuckled and removed the rubber phallus. Immediately he fed his dripping cock to the weeping blonde. With a good grasp on her hair and one broad hand wrapped around the base of his tool he thrust slowly, admiring the stretch of the plump lips around his cock. Almost as good as the tears that continued to fall from dewy blue eyes, across flushed cheeks to drip onto the table below. "Use your tongue, stupid bitch." Stephanie whimpered but obeyed, rubbing her tongue against the underside of the thick cock. Jake groaned. This was almost enough to bring him off just from watching the humiliated ex-prom queen, but he tore himself away forcefully. Fisting his wet cock he moved around and dropped to his knees behind the sobbing bride. He fingered the swollen and welted pussy lips carelessly, rubbing his leaking cockhead against the soft heat. Stephanie sobbed. "No, please, no. Please don't do this, please, I-Aaaagh!" Her pleading broke off as he gripped her hips and slammed forward, forcing three inches into her tight, dry cunt. The howling continued as he drew back slightly, the lips of her pussy clinging to his cock. He pushed back unrelentingly, driving another two inches deeper into the writhing girl. He paused for a second. "Oh man, you guys have got to feel this. She's tight as a virgin and we know that's not you, right bitch? You gave it up plenty, didn't you?" Stephanie began moaning and pleading onto deaf ears. "Didn't give it up to us, though, did you? No," He pushed forward another inch. "We weren't good enough for Princess Stephanie." He dug his fingers into the curvy hips and slammed forward, sinking to the hilt in her heat. The bride's shrieks and cries made a wild accompaniment to his deep thrusts and short jabs. He began driving himself toward a powerful cum, deep in his favorite high school fantasy bitch. Off to one side his cousin started cheering him on. Having grabbed a beer from the wet bar, Carl alternated long drinks with crude commentary. "Do the bitch, Jake! Show her how it's supposed to feel! Damn well know her little pussy boy won't be giving it to her like she needs it." Shelly watched her cousin's rape avidly, rubbing herself to her first orgasm of the night. She bucked in her seat before subsiding with a sigh. This was definitely worth all the planning, and they were just getting started. The slap of flesh on flesh came sharper and faster as Jake surged up the peak. Sweat gleamed on his skin and he grunted roughly as he slammed deep into the clinging heat. He sank his fingers deep into the soft flesh again and pushed deep, pouring thick hot cum into Stephanie's pussy channel. Finally he pulled free, shiny globs of spunk clinging to his cock. With one hand Jake scooped up the mess and rubbed it carelessly over the reddened and striped ass in front of him. Patting the swollen flesh sharply he shoved himself to his feet and moved back, tucking his cock inside his jeans. "Whew, quite a ride," Jake gladly accepted the beer held out by his cousin, taking a long drink. By this time Carl, Shelly and even Ronnie had started on a second or third beer. "You have got to try that out!" Ronnie just quirked the odd half-smile that he always did, but Carl decided to take him up on it. Settling down behind the sobbing blonde he wasted no time, plunging his own 10 and a half inches into the leaking hole. Stephanie started bawling louder. Carl pulled out fully, then sank in straight to the hilt a few more times. The crying cunt got quieter as her rapist slowed to a halt, fully embedded in her soaking twat. Carl released one hip and brought his wide palm down sharply on the swollen ass. With a high screech Stephanie began bucking and twisting under him. "Yeah," he laughed, continuing the cruel spanking. "That's more like it!" He set a brutal rhythm punctuated with the crack of hand on ass and pleading squeals and cries. The soppy wet cunt walls rippled and tightened around his hard cock as he rode her to completion. Each smack to the reddened ass caused the flesh to jiggle under his hand, making the ride a hot visual as well as physical. Shelly was coming for the second time just as Carl drove deep and groaned, spewing a rush of cock slime deep into the lucky bride. He slid out an in a few inches, enjoying the smooth, wet slide, before easing out with an obscene slurp. Cum immediately began dripping out from between the stretched cunt lips. He gave another sharp slip to the abused ass. "Hey, tighten up that hole, bitch. No appreciation for what you're given at all." He laughed and got to his feet. His still hard cock dripped with the mixed juices. "Look here, she's made a helluva mess." Carl reached down and pulled the skirt of the ivory wedding dress free. Careful of the glittering sequins and pearls he wiped the mix of cum and pussy juices off on the gown, before tossing it back across her tied hands. Sherry giggled. "Yeah, man. Give the drycleaner something to work on. Cause she's gonna want to remember this night forever. Won't you, Stephie?" Again, she was careful to use what she knew was the new grooms favorite pet name for his bride. Let her explain why she flinched every time he used it from now on. Next Ronnie stepped up to look at the dripping pussy critically. "No offense, gentlemen," he said in his level tones, "But I think I'll try something a little different." Circling to the front of the bound girl he pulled his own hard 8 ½ inch cock free of his pants. Stroking it lightly with one hand he pulled Stephanie's head upright and pushed the fat head against her lips. "Suck it, and it better be good or I'll find other ways to play." Ronnie's flat expression and flat tone always freaked Shelly out just a bit. Except for the black, dilated eyes and the fat hard-on you wouldn't even know he was aroused at all. Now watching him feed his cock to her bitchy cousin made goose bumps rise on her skin. Once Stephanie had taken in a fair length of Ronnie's cock he released his grip on her hair, forcing her to actively strain her muscles to keep her head up. He thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, pushing more and more of his length forward with each thrust. Stephanie whimpered as she fought to raise her head more, trying vainly to avoid the cock moving into her throat. The ropes holding her, however, prevented her from drawing back more than a few inches from where she was already, presenting even more of a direct line for Ronnie's thrusts. After several long minutes of the slow pace, Ronnie nodded toward Jake, who pulled a skinny, three foot long piece of bamboo from one of the bags. He moved into position beside the bound girl. Ronnie slowed to a halt with half his length embedded in the wet mouth. He tugged the blonde head up to meet his eyes and spoke softly. "I like a little more enthusiasm from my holes, so Jake is going to give you a little incentive." She tried to pull her head away, but Ronnie held her pinned. Slowly he pulled his cock out to rest against her lips. At his nod, Jake drew back and smacked the bamboo rod against the back of her upper thighs, just above the top of her white stockings. Ronnie rode out the vibrating scream that came from the mouth pressed to his cock head. The others admired the clean line left on the white thighs. Ronnie smiled down at the sniveling girl. "He stops when you make me come." His grip on her hair tightened painfully. "If I feel your teeth at all, you'll really wish I hadn't. Understand?" Wide, teary blue eyes begged silently, but she nodded. Without waiting he rammed his cock into the warm mouth and began thrusting casually, his balls banging against her chin with every stroke. Jake grinned over at him and drew back the rod. Again and again the sharp, rhythmic smacks fell against the creamy thighs. Stephanie screamed and shrieked, then finally began sucking and licking the hard cock frantically; trying to will the quick end to her agony. Ronnie's eyelids fell closed as he rode out the sucking, vibrating ecstasy. Sherry had drawn her stocking feet up onto the love seat and was half-reclined to get a better view of the dark red lines crossing Stephanie's thighs. Jake carefully laid down a pattern of parallel lines from the tops of her thighs to just above the knee on each side. Then he began a cross pattern; making white diamonds appear trimmed in red. Each strike landed firmly, temporarily sinking into the soft, fleshy thighs deeply. Sherry moaned as more pussy juices soaked her panties. Ronnie began to thrust faster, the spunk in his balls beginning to boil towards completion. Knowing what was about to happen, Jake began striking faster, the springy bamboo rod landing randomly on thighs and ass. Stephanie, eyes clenched shut, sucked frenziedly with alternating shrieks. Finally Ronnie froze, rigid; as his thick, sticky spunk filled the bride's hot sucking mouth. Jake made one last hit on the lower curve of the soft ass and stopped. Ronnie slowly stepped back, allowing his softening cock to pull from the swollen, pouting lips. There was a pause. And then it happened. Stephanie let out a disgusted gurgle and spit the thick wad of come onto the floor in front of Ronnie. Shelly jerked upright and everyone froze, looking from the still gagging blonde to Ronnie's blank, still expression. Then the younger man scowled. "You just made a big mistake, cunt." Stephanie looked up sharply and her face paled as she suddenly realized her error. "I-I-I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, please, please. Don't hurt me anymore, please. Just let me go, I'm sorry." Ronnie smiled down at her, that expression almost more frightening than the angry one. "Get me the bottle of champagne. It's time we celebrated." For a moment Stephanie stared up at him in confusion, but when Jake moved to get the bottle she realized he hadn't been talking to her at all. Ronnie walked over to one of the bags and removed a short thronged flogger and another object Stephanie couldn't make out. He handed the flogger to Carl and got down on his knees next to the perky, upturned ass. Stephanie couldn't see what was going on, but Sherry could and she started rocking the round bolster pillow against her crotch. Ronnie had pulled a large, purple butt plug from the bag. It was approximately 5 ½ inches long with round bulges gradually increasing in size until the largest, 3 inches wide, then narrowed back down before the wide lip. It had an attached 'T' handle like the handle of a corkscrew. Sherry rocked faster, moaning in anticipation. Ronnie was an artist like this. She was so glad he'd agreed to join them. Facing Ronnie across the spread ass, Jake held out the bottle of champagne. "One minute," Ronnie murmured softly. He slowly pushed the first few inches of the butt plug into the soppy wet cunt, twirling and coating it in the thick jism. Stephanie started up again with her litany of pleading and moaning, but no one responded. Ronnie unhurriedly pushed the butt plug in and out; just a couple of inches. Then he lingeringly dragged the dripping tip of the plug back and up along the soft stretch of skin leading to the tight rosebud. Stephanie's protests came louder as he began to put pressure on the taut closed ring. She clenched her ass as best she could; the muscles rippling under the reddened skin, but the little hole was forced to give way before his unrelenting force. The moaning protests became sharp squeals and shrieks as the butt plug sank in an inch or two. The helpless cunt began writhing and bucking, trying to force the invasive object out of her tender hole. Ronnie slapped the striped thigh in front of him as a warning and pulled the plug from the slightly loosened ring. He arched an eyebrow at Jake. "Shake it. Hard. And don't point it at anything. The cork is going to come out like a bullet. When it pops, hand it to me quick." Jake grinned and began shaking the bottle vigorously. After a few moments the cork popped loudly and champagne spewed as he passed the bottle to Ronnie. Without missing a beat Ronnie tilted the erupting bottle and forced the narrow glass neck into Stephanie's anal canal. The force of the foaming carbonation propelled the chilled liquid up into her intestines. Shelly was rapt as Stephanie threw back her head and howled. She twisted and writhed, trying to dislodge the bottle. Ronnie held the bottle with both hands and shoved hard, forcing another two inches into the gripping channel. The champagne continued to foam and spurt through the narrow neck. Stephanie sobbed as the cold liquid surged in her guts. Pressure began to build painfully and, tied as she was, she was unable to straighten out to relief the pain. Ronnie pushed again, forcing another inch into the anal canal. Stephanie squealed and renewed her pleading and sobbing. With four inches of the bottle neck sunk in her hole Ronnie braced both hands on the base of the bottle and slammed it in up to the wider curve of the glass. Smirking grimly he continued driving the bottle farther, watching as the narrow ass ring stretched farther and farther. Stephanie shrieked and kicked, almost the full bottle of champagne now stretching her intestines. Ronnie tilted the bottle sharply, forcing the last bits into the stretched canal. He nodded at Jake, who grasped the bottle with both hands, holding it as it was. Ronnie grabbed the butt plug and held it at the ready. "Okay. Yank it." Jake wrenched the bottle out in one swift move and Ronnie forced the plug in to the hilt. Stephanie gave another high pitched yowl. She began digging her feet into the carpet in an attempt to lift herself off the ottoman and relieve the cramping pressure. She could feel the fizzing bubbles in her guts and the continuing release of the gases only increased her agony; forcing the gas and liquid further and further into her intestines. Ronnie stood up casually and moved to untie the ropes binding the girl to the ottoman. He directed Jake and Carl to pull her to her knees and each take an arm as he unhooked the cuffs from her wrists. "Let's get this off," he soothed as he unzipped the beaded gown and pulled it from one arm at a time. Ronnie tugged the material off the large, firm tits, past the swollen abdomen and over her hips as the cousins reattached the cuffs. Stephanie continued to sob as the three manhandled her out of the wedding dress and tossed it to one side. She knelt, spreader bar in place, wearing only her white garter belt and stockings. Belly swollen with the increasing pressure of the champagne, the cold of the liquid was causing spasms and cramps to wrack her frame. Being upright relieved some of the pressure initially, but also allowed the liquid and gases to force its way deeper through the twists of her intestines. "Here," Ronnie spoke again. "Let's get you more comfortable. He removed the spreader bar, but left the wide cuffs as they were; at ankle and above the knee. Stephanie immediately shifted her legs together, glad of the easing of tension in at least one part of her abused body. She was relieved by the sudden kindness. Perhaps Ronnie had had second thoughts and was going to let her go now. Her eyes were hopeful. "You need something to get the taste out of your mouth, don't you?" At Stephanie's hesitant nod Ronnie turned away to pull four bottles of water out of the small refrigerator. Removing their tops, he sat them down on the nearby table and went to one of the bags. Returning, he put a funnel down next to the bottles and held up a length of rubber tubing. Stephanie's eyes were wide and panicked. She clenched her teeth together, shaking her head as Ronnie reached for her. He slapped her, casually, viciously; red marks springing up on her face immediately. She sobbed as her gripped her jaw and pressed in brutally on each side, forcing her mouth to open. Curving his fingers around from beneath he slowly fed the tube into her mouth. She gagged momentarily as it hit the back of her throat, but Ronnie was relentless, not stopping until the tubing was stretched far into her stomach. Ronnie released his grip on her jaw, allowing her to close her mouth. Stephanie was horrified. Her throat muscles rippled visibly as she swallowed again and again around the plastic invading her guts. Ronnie let the tubing dangle grotesquely as he picked up the funnel. The terrified girl could only watch as he returned and stepped close. He gave the dangling plastic a slight tug, smirking as he attached the funnel to the foot and a half of tube left hanging. With the funnel in one hand he picked up one bottle of ice cold water and held it up before her face. "I bet," he murmured thoughtfully. "I bet you wish you'd swallowed." He upended the bottle over the funnel, watching as the first sixteen ounces poured through the tubing into her stomach. Stephanie gave a guttural moan around the tubing in her throat and squirmed all she could. Finally she discovered she could clench her teeth against the tubing and stop the flow of water. Ronnie watched the suddenly stable level of water in the funnel, then turned to her coolly. Seeing the development Jake began to reach for her jaw, but Ronnie shook his head. "Wait." Quickly Stephanie's jaw began to cramp and she had to release the tubing. After a few seconds she again clamped down, but for an even shorter period this time. Only her greatest effort could compress the plastic enough to stop the flow and the four watching were enjoying her futile struggle. Jake and Carl began groping her D-cup size breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples until they stood out in tight peaks. Jake trailed a hand down to fondle the raped pussy, tickling the lips and tugging the clit out of its hood. Carl ran a hand down her hot spanked ass, ending by twisting the handle back and forth in small half circles and pushing it forward and back playfully against the tight grip of her anal ring. Against Stephanie's best efforts and low whining Ronnie slowly fed the rest of the sixty-four ounces into her gut. Her stomach gradually became more distended, like watching the beginning of a pregnancy in fast forward. Finally Ronnie stopped and watched the last trickle run down the tube. He rubbed a firm hand over the bloated body, drawing another groan from deep within. He massaged her throat gently with one hand and looked directly into her pained blue eyes. "I'm going to draw the tube out now. If you throw up I'll make you lick it up and then we'll do this again with twice as much." He gripped the plastic and slowly drew it up from her depths. Stephanie's throat spasmed repeatedly as it was removed, but she was able to stop herself from vomiting. Finally it was out and Ronnie tossed it aside carelessly. Stephanie whined deep in her throat. Her intestines were cramping and the bubbles felt like something was crawling around in there. Now her stomach was fuller than she could ever remember being before. The two larger men continued to fondle and abuse her body at different points, occasionally running rough, heavy hands down over her distended abdomen, increasing the pressure. After a moment or two Stephanie began to adjust to the strain as best she could. Ronnie turned to Shelly. "Throw me that." He pointed and Shelly tossed him the oversized bolster pillow. Ronnie moved around and tossed it to the floor behind Stephanie. "Just one more touch." He bent quickly and clipped the ankle cuffs together. Shoving the ottoman out of the way Ronnie directed Jake and Carl to slowly lean the girl back over the round pillow. On her knees, with legs bound and the pillow braced just where her hands were cuffed at her lower back, the lean caused her body to arch upward painfully. The strain on her already cramping abdomen caused her to moan incessantly. She spread her thighs as much as possible in an attempt to relieve the pressure. The curve of her spine forced her tits forward, presenting them to the view of her four captors. Her head dropped back; blonde hair dragging across the expensive carpet. Secure in Stephanie's position for the moment, Ronnie moved to the equipment bag once more. He pulled out a crop and handed it to Jake. With a wave of his hand he offered the spread girl to the two cousins. Ignoring the soft whimpering from the tortured blonde the men took their positions. Jake crouched near her hips while Carl was careful to stand on the long blonde hair while facing her feet. With a glance at each other both drew back and struck. Jake landed the crop between her spread thighs, the tip biting into the plump pussy lips. Carl slashed the flogger down against her right tit, the ends of the straps wrapping around the fleshy curves. Stephanie shrieked and writhed. Because of the boots standing on her hair she was unable to raise more than an inch or two. She struggled to bring her thighs together, but was stretched to tightly by her cramping abdomen, as well as the carefully placed pillow. Jake continued to pop her carefully on the pussy lips and inner thighs. Occasionally he would aim at her exposed clit. His aim wasn't the greatest, but when he hit on it the shrieks were delightfully agonized. She trembled and twisted as much as possible, adding to the visual feast. He tended to strike randomly, denying her any possibility of anticipating the blows. Laughing, he took a moment to press in on her stomach painfully before resuming the strikes. Carl, on the other hand, had a more rhythmic approach. He alternated between the luscious tit flesh and spread his blows to cover the entirety of the fleshy mounds. Now and then he would stop and mash or twist them or pinch the swollen nipples. The squealing and begging were fantastic. The two continued on until the pussy lips and clit were red, swollen and tender and the tits were two tortured bags of meat. Finally Ronnie moved back forward and the two cousins stepped back again. The moaning and sobbing from the tormented bride were unstopping at this point. Ronnie took the tools from the other men and tossed them onto a nearby table. He nodded at Shelly with that weird half smile of his. Shelly grinned and moved over to her cousin's head. She bent down and stroked a hand down Stephanie's cheek, wet with tears and sweat. "Oh, Stephie. It hurts doesn't it?," she asked, cooing. Getting no response from the sniveling blonde Shelly's eyes narrowed. She ran her hand down over one throbbing tit, pinching the nipple in passing, and rested her hand on the swollen abdomen. As Stephanie continued crying Shelly pressed down on the bloated flesh, gradually harder and harder. The whining bride began giving little gasps of pain amid more begging and moaning. Not satisfied Shelly sneered, "You thought you were the Queen Bitch of everything, didn't you?" She raised her hand and slammed it down on the engorged stomach. Stephanie howled and twisted fruitlessly. "Pay attention when I'm talking to you, cunt!" Shelly spread her hand wide, gripping the swollen flesh and shook it viciously. "It hurts doesn't it?" She asked again. "Yes, yes, it hurts, please, Shelly, please stop. Just let me go, please, it hurts," Stephanie managed to sob out as a reply. Shelly gentled her touch, rubbing over her abdomen mockingly. "I'm going to help you out, cuz." Straightening up she moved to straddle the blondes head facing the opposite direction. She drew up her dress around her waist, exposing her soppy pussy lips, having disposed of her panties earlier. "You're going to eat me out, Princess. Make me come and we'll let you let the water out. But don't worry, cause you'll get to work at it until you get it right." Grinning meanly, Shelly crouched, lowering herself onto her horrified cousin's face. She pressed her dripping core over Stephanie's face. When the blonde tried to twist her head away, squeezing her eyes closed, Jake stepped up and lashed the crop down into her exposed pussy. The resulting scream vibrated against Shelly's cunt, making her moan in delight. "Yeah, Jake. Do that again." Another high pitched scream. Shelly rocked against the blonde's face. "Ooh, yeah. If she's not going to help herself, we'll have to help her get me off, I guess." One more strike and Stephanie sobbed in resignation and gingerly extended her tongue to run along the puffy pussy lips. Stephanie was doing somewhat of a lackluster job until Ronnie applied some pressure to her engorged abdomen as an incentive. The blonde then revealed she was at least no stranger to sucking cunt. Long licks alternated with smaller laps at the swelling clit. The lithe tongue slid deep inside and drew over the outer and inner lips. Shelly moaned and rocked, the bride's talented mouth drawing her closer to coming. Finally Stephanie closed her lips over the enlarged clit and sucked hard. Shelly shrieked in delight and ground her spasming cunt onto her cousin's face. "Drink it, lap it up, you slut!" Stephanie moaned, but sucked and lapped at the flowing juices as ordered. When the last of the tremors had passed Shelly allowed the girl to lick her clean before she climbed off of her. Stephanie lay in misery, cruelly bound and stretched. Her body filled to bursting with water and champagne; her cunt and tits beaten and aching; her face streaked and coated in girl juices. The three men gave Shelly a moment to compose her self before acting. Finally Shelly straightened her dress, grabbed a drink from her abandoned beer and grinned over at the three smirking men. Ronnie looked at Shelly, then Stephanie and nodded to Jake and Carl. The two larger men each grasped an arm and lifted the bound girl to her feet. She groaned as they dragged her into the large bathroom, leaving her ankles clipped together. Rather than carry her to the toilet they stood her in the tiled shower stall. Ronnie moved up to the shuddering girl and attached a loop of rope to the handle of the butt plug. Pushing her toward the rear of the stall Ronnie backed up and with a vicious yank he pulled the plug free. A yowl accompanied the outpouring of champagne and shit. The mixture poured down her legs and splashed around her feet. She cringed in disgust and jerked away. With her ankles bound and wrists cuffed behind her she lost her balance. The four tormenters laughed as she fell face down in the mess and floundered around. Gagging from the smell, she began vomiting; chunky spew and watery bile poured from her throat in a seemingly never ending rush. She choked and vomit forced its way out her nose as well. Eventually her heaving trailed off to spitting and dry heaves. Spurts of liquid interspersed with long, noisy farts continued to erupt from her ass as she lay there, finally lessening to a trickle. The four spectators watched the sobbing cunt soak in her own waste for a while before Ronnie reached to turn on the water. "Wait," Shelly stopped him. "Just unhook her hands." Ronnie looked back at her curiously, but carefully leaned over and unfastened the cuffs without comment. Stephanie immediately pushed herself up to a sitting position, half her body covered in the shitty mess mixed with vomit. "Unfasten your ankles," Shelly ordered. Hands trembling, Stephanie separated the ankle cuffs as quickly as she could and struggled to her feet. She looked fearfully at her previously mocked cousin. Shelly reached behind her and drew out the white wedding gown. "If you want cleaned off, use this." She tossed the gown to Stephanie who caught it and stared down at it in despair for a moment. Resigned, she began wiping the vomit and shit off her body with her $3,000 hand-beaded wedding gown. The three men congratulated Shelly on her inventiveness as they all watched the sobbing bride clean the mix off her abused body. Finally the majority of the mess was wiped off and Ronnie turned the shower on to rinse the rest. "Clean and fresh," mocked Shelly as the men pulled the blonde from the enclosure. "You know," Shelly mused, pushing Stephanie's face up with two fingers under her chin. "I think it's time we invited darling Stevie to join our little party, don't you?" Stephanie stared at her cousin in shocked horror as the men grabbed her arms and dragged her toward the bedroom. Shelly followed laughing. "Oh, we're not done with you yet, dearest cousin. Not by a long shot." The End First time, how was it? Alexabrowning@yahoo.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41