I had no idea that my cousin’s wedding would be an orgy of brutal breeding sex. I didn’t know that I would be ravished again and again by the men of the bridal party. No-one told me that soon I too would be a bimbo, a sextoy obedient to my master’s every whim… Abigail meets the insufferable, arrogant Darren when she is forced to act as bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding. Darren wants Abigail to be a compliant bimbo fuckdoll and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goal.
I previously published a different version of this opening chapter, but it has changed with editing.
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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 1
[Femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding]
My cousin Courtney announced she was going to have a bimbo wedding but I just called it the boob wedding. I thought it was a hilarious name.
I had no idea that the boob wedding would be an orgy of brutal breeding sex. I didn’t know that I would be ravished again and again by the men of the bridal party. No-one told me that soon I too would be a bimbo, a sextoy obedient to my master’s every whim.
I might not have laughed so much if they had.
My cousin Courtney is terrible. I’m sure she was intelligent once but then she joined a bimbo club after she finished school. The club teaches the female members to be sweet and submissive and brainless. Courtney has insisted on being cute and dumb for so many years that now she doesn’t have more than two thoughts in her head.
Maybe I’m being unkind. Maybe it’s three thoughts: men, sex and her breasts, in that order.
The invitations for the wedding featured a close-up photo of Courtney’s full shapely boobs, naked and adorned with pink lace. Her nipples were each on display and decorated with a pink ribbon. I threw the invitation in the bin without a second thought, happily leaving Courtney’s beloved, carefully sculpted boobs lying all exposed among the trash.
I thought that was pretty funny, but it turned out that the joke was on me.
Courtney insisted that as the only other woman her age in the whole generation, she needed me as a bridesmaid. I was going to say ‘no’ but my mother guilted me into going along with it.
Which is why, six weeks after receiving the invitation, I found myself arriving mid-week at a luxury forest resort. Courtney and her soon-to-be husband, Brad, had hired the place for the bridal party for a whole week. A chance for us to get to know each other. A week full of games and wedding cheer. The wedding would not be until the following Saturday and I had no idea how I was going to survive the ordeal.
All the other women — the ‘bimbo girls’ as Courtney called them — were coming with husbands or dates from the bimbo club. The women were all members of the female branch of Courtney’s bimbo club and some of her closest friends. The men, she told me, were inevitably all members of the male branch — wealthy men who had signed up in order to meet, date and marry pretty bimbos.
Courtney said that as I didn’t have a boyfriend, she had found me someone special from the club as my date for the bridal party. I already knew my ‘date’ was going to be awful.
For men, wealth was the main prerequisite for joining the bimbo club. He would be wealthy — probably a businessman — and arrogant. He would be a man who had been handpicked for membership of an exclusive club whose primary purpose was to provide its male members with pretty, submissive wives.
I just knew he was going to be terrible.
Courtney told me that the weekend was ‘proudly bimbo’ and that I needed to bring cute, sexy clothes. She said that I wouldn’t be allowed to wear anything other than revealing bimbo-themed clothes.
‘Try to be hot, Abigail,’ she said, and I have to say I did, in fact, try my best to be hot and sexy in the best bimbo style.
My best wasn’t good enough. Courtney, who could be clever if she actually wanted to be, knew I wouldn’t own any clothes sufficiently see-through or slutty to meet her needs. Which is why, only an hour after arriving, I found myself sitting down to dinner, acutely embarrassed, in the clothes that Courtney made me wear after she vetoed all of the clothes that I had brought.
I was wearing a tiny pink tube dress that barely covered my nipples at one end or my arse at the other. Pink thigh-high stockings with tiny silken ribbons in bows drew embarrassing attention to the bare skin of my upper thighs.
The outfit was completed by pink high heels higher than I had ever worn before with big pink ribbon bows on them. Underneath the dress, I had on a push-up quarter-cup bra that was two cup sizes too small, so it pushed my large boobs even higher and made me feel even more on display than was intended.
‘Oh,’ Courtney had pouted as I put the bra on. ‘You’ve grown. Why do you have such huge breasts, Abigail? You’re not even lactating!’
I had flushed, feeling criticised, and only afterwards realised that Courtney was covering up her own jealousy that I — the dowdy cousin who didn’t even care — was better endowed than she was.
The worst thing that Courtney made me wear was the panties. They were pink, to match everything else, and — horrifyingly — crotchless. I couldn’t believe that my pussy was only covered by two strips of flimsy, indecent lace. I had never worn crotchless panties before and I knew that if I bent over incautiously, anyone would be able to see everything between my legs.
‘I always wear crotchless panties,’ said Courtney, overbearing all of my complaints. ‘Brad expects me to always be available, you know.’ She fluttered her eyelashes at me. ‘He says it’s my duty as a woman and as his wife. I’m sure he would say you should always be accessible too, Abby.’
I had no idea what to say to that, so I stayed silent. I already disliked Brad intensely so nothing that Courtney said could actually make me dislike him more.
She giggled. ‘He says he’s going to get me pregnant as soon as he can after the wedding. He wants to see me with his baby inside me.’ She looked me up and down, coyly. ‘You should have babies, Abigail. I’m sure Brad would say you’ve got the right figure for it. And it’s the best way to please a man.’
I flushed at her words. I didn’t want to know what Brad thought I had the right figure for. Luckily Courtney hadn’t expected an answer.
‘I know you can’t be fun, Abigail,’ she said. ‘But… Just try not to ruin the mood this week, okay?’
I was silent. I felt awkward in the clothes she had dressed me up in and, honestly, I was wishing that I was anywhere but here.
‘You’ll never be beautiful, of course,’ Courtney said critically. ‘But I’ve made you passable, Abigail. All the men are going to want to grope your boobs and fuck you. They’ll all want to get off inside you.’
‘Ewww,’ I said, but Courtney was determined not to let me cast down her mood.
‘Actually,’ she said, ‘you’ll be better off like this. These clothes are for your sake, Abigail. The men will just want to fuck you when they see you like this.’ She giggled. ‘Brad calls it, ‘taking a girl for a spin’. I like that. It’s such a clever turn of phrase, don’t you think? Brad is very clever.’
‘What do you mean, I’ll be better off like this?’ I said, ignoring Courtney’s horrifying words about Brad. ‘I don’t want the men to ‘fuck’ me,’ I said. ‘Why would I want to have sex with them? I don’t even know them.’
I was wishing that I could pull my dress either up or down, to cover up my boobs or my butt even slightly more. But if I pulled it down or up, either my butt or my boobs would be fully uncovered.
Courtney just giggled, adjusting her earring in the mirror, before starting to refresh her make-up.
‘You’re such a funny one, Abigail,’ she said. ‘The club men take their roles pretty seriously, and when they meet a dowdy girl who covers up her body like you always do, well…’ she shrugged carelessly. ‘They like to punish her, that’s all. Teach her that they’re boss.’
‘They’re not my boss,’ I said indignantly, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
‘In the club, they are,’ Courtney said, meeting my eyes with her huge blue ones, such a sincere look in them that she almost looked intelligent. ‘All the men are our bosses, Abigail. We have to obey, and of course they can punish us if we don’t.’ She paused, clearly wondering if she should say anything more. ‘This is a club retreat, Abigail. The men will expect you to behave.’
‘I’m not a club member,’ I said, flushing hotly. Oh gods, everything she was describing was horrific and yet she clearly believed it. And I couldn’t do that.
‘It’s a bimbo retreat,’ Courtney said with a warning sound of tears and tantrums in her voice. ‘I’ve let you be part of my big day, Abigail. Don’t ruin it for me.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said genuinely, wishing desperately that I was anywhere but here. ‘I’ll try my best, Courtney. I really will. Just I’m new to this. And…’ I paused. ‘I don’t really approve. Like, it’s not my values. But I really will do my best. I want you to have an amazing week.’
‘Well, at least you look perfect,’ Courtney said doubtfully. ‘I’ve done my part. The rest is up to you. I’m sure I don’t care if the men decide to put you in your place. Just don’t try to say anything intelligent. You can do that, can’t you? This is such a special weekend for me.’
I had serious doubts about whether I could get through a weekend without saying anything intelligent. I am a librarian and a historian after all. I wondered if I should remind Courtney that the only type of conversation I was good at was solidly academic. Grimly, I thought, perhaps I would be better off not speaking at all.
‘Okay,’ I said, smiling at her. ‘I promise I’ll do my very best. I really do want you to have the best week. And it is really sweet of you to have included me.’
I winced internally as I spoke. Every part of my body was horrifyingly exposed. I felt almost naked. And I was lying – I wished I was anywhere but here.
‘One more thing, Abigail,’ Courtney said, ignoring me. ‘As you don’t have a boyfriend, I found you someone special from the club as your date for the bridal party. Actually,’ she giggled, ‘he’s an old friend of Brad’s. Darren and Brad were roomies at college together. Brad was very happy for the chance to catch up with him again.’
‘I don’t need a date, Courtney,’ I said, before I could stop myself, then I wished I hadn’t spoken as she glared at me.
‘Every woman needs a date,’ she said firmly. ‘I don’t know why I have to explain everything to you like this, Abigail. Anyway, it’s time for dinner. Let’s go, shall we? And, remember everything I’ve said Abigail. I know you get oddly contrary sometimes, but the men here won’t hesitate to discipline you.’
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