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‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney whimpered. ‘I promise. I will behave like the sweet, little girl you deserve.’

‘That’s a start,’ said Brad, his voice cruel and uncompromising. ‘Show me how good you are at obeying me.’

Read the full trilogy… As Abigail descends into her life as a bimbo slave

Abigail knew she wasn’t going to enjoy her cousin Courtney’s ‘bimbo wedding’… But she never realised that soon she too would be a bimbo, compliantly serving a cruel master.

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The Bimbo Wedding: Chapter 11

[The Bimbo Wedding is femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding. Read Chapter 1 here.]

‘Show me how good you are at obeying me,’ Brad said, his voice cruel and uncompromising.

He reached across the table to grab a plate of baked beans and put it down in front of Courtney. I saw her watching it with apprehension, wondering what Brad was going to make her do with it.

I wished I wasn’t enjoying watching my cousin Courtney being so humiliated but I was. Some cruel part of me thought she deserved it for being such a spoiled bitch last night. And I was getting bizarrely aroused at watching her fiancé Brad torture her breasts and clit. Next to me, the other men and women were watching avidly, eyes alight at Courtney’s punishment.

‘It serves her right,’ said Bambi. ‘We all knew your behaviour was out of line, Courts.’

‘I hope my husband would discipline me too, if I’d behaved like you did, Courtney,’ said Candy.

‘You bet I would,’ said an older man further down the table. ‘In fact, why don’t you get down on your knees in front of me and give me a blowjob right now. Teach you your place.’

Candy flushed a little, and I could see she didn’t want to stop watching Courtney being tortured. But she obeyed with a little flashing, smug smile and soon she was on her knees, her husband’s cock in her mouth and his heavy hands on her head.

Across the table, Brad was forcing Courtney to lean forward. I could see how this intensified the pain as the chains between her nipples and clit were pulled tight. He told her to rub her breasts into the baked beans.

‘Please, Brad,’ she whispered, ‘I don’t want my breasts to be dirty. They’re my breasts. They’re special.’

‘They’re not your breasts, you stupid slut,’ he said, his tone callous. ‘They’re mine. I paid enough for them. Do as you’re told. Show me that you accept what a filthy, spoilt little bimbo you are.’

Sobbing gently, Courtney lowered her breasts towards the baked beans, starting to cry for real when the cold, congealing mass first touched her nipples.

‘All the way in, slut,’ said Brad. He laughed meanly. ‘Just like when Chester and his mates are fucking your holes when they visit me on Friday nights. All the way in, and then back and forth. Around and around, like a happy slide. Get it all messy, like you deserve.’

Courtney cried but she lowered her nipples all the way into the baked beans, then she rubbed them back and forth, liberally smearing her clamped nipples and the soft, rounded skin on her breasts with the red sauce. Brad didn’t let her stop until her breasts were fully covered in the sticky sauce. I could see how much it was hurting her as the harsh clamps pulled on her nipples and clit.

Chester and a couple of the other men laughed out loud watching, clearly pleased with themselves at Brad’s mention of them fucking Courtney on ‘Friday nights’. I carefully didn’t look at them — I didn’t want to know more than I had to — but one of them, the man sitting next to me, sniggered sideways at me anyway, then he dropped his hot palm onto my bare upper thigh. I thought his name was Zachary though I couldn’t be sure.

‘Courtney’s a good fuck,’ he said to me. ‘A sweet, tight little hole. Brad sees to that. I like sticking my end inside her.’ He looked me up and down sideways. ‘But I’ll do you any day. I heard Darren gave you a good seeing to last night. He said he’d recommend you to any of us.’

‘I’d rather not,’ I said, embarrassed at the short, prim sound to my voice.

I knew my eyes were wide as I couldn’t take them off Courtney. Her breasts and nipples covered in baked beans, Brad was now forcing her to eat the baked beans directly with her mouth, like an animal eating from a bowl. Her mouth and chin were getting covered in baked beans, an insult to her flawless make up, further messing up her face already hopelessly smudged with tears.

Zachary just sniggered at my response and gripped my upper thigh a bit tighter.

‘What’s that got to do with anything?’ he said, unconsciously echoing Darren from last night. His fingers were bare inches away from my naked pussy under the tiny skirt. ‘You don’t think any of the blokes here cares what you actually want, do you?’

He slid his exploring hand further around inwards on my upper thigh, taking a firmer grip on the soft, round flesh. He sniggered again, an amused, dismissive sound, as I swallowed. I kind of hated myself for not removing his hand but I also liked it and I didn’t even understand how that was possible.

‘You slept with Darren, didn’t you?’ Zachary said. ‘That makes you fair game as far as I’m concerned.’ He chuckled easily. ‘I know Brad and Chester have got their eyes on you as well. I want to know if that hole between your legs is as sweet as Darren says it is. I reckon, once Brad’s finished teaching Courtney her lesson, we all go to the lounge and we’ll bang you in a foursome.’

He winked meaningfully at me and, horrified, I saw he was gyrating his hips obscenely where he sat. ‘I’ve got a big dick and I know girls like you can’t resist those.’

‘She doesn’t have any right to resist,’ chirped in Bambi. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. ‘We’re all just here to give you men a good time for the weekend. Aren’t we, Hayley?’

‘Oh, yes,’ cooed Hayley, leaning forward to give Zachary a close-up view of her boobs.

Clearly, she wouldn’t mind being taken by Zachary into the other room for a foursome. She had been eyeing watching Candy sideways, clearly wishing that it was her on the ground on the floor in front of Candy’s husband, now being face-fucked roughly, mercilessly. Candy was choking again and again as her husband rammed his cock into the back of her mouth. Tears were streaming down Candy’s face, and Hayley clearly still wished she was her.

Zachary sniggered again, casually dismissive of Hayley and Bambi.

‘I’ve already fucked both of you sluts. And Candy last night – she screamed real good. But I like a girl who needs a bit of instruction.’ He winked at me. ‘If you know what I mean. I know Darren had a good time with you last night but I’m sure you’ve still got some lessons to learn about how to please a man.’

‘She certainly does,’ came a hated voice from the doorway. I jumped and looked up in surprise. It was Darren of course. ‘How are you this morning, my pair of tits?’ he asked, his voice sarcastic.

Chapter 12 of ‘The Bimbo Wedding’ is here.

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