‘I like a girl who needs a bit of instruction,’ Zachary winked at me. ‘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?’
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 12
[The Bimbo Wedding is femsub maledom bimbo erotica with hypno / mind control, non-consent and breeding. Read Chapter 1 here.]
‘How are you this morning, my pair of tits?’ Darren asked, his voice sarcastic.
I flushed but held his gaze.
‘I’m fine, thank you,’ I said, glaring at him.
The cool look I received in response told me everything I needed to know. Yes, he was mad at me and yes, he did not appreciate me glaring at him.
One of the men signalled for us to be quiet. While I glanced back at Courtney, Darren walked silently across to stand directly behind me. I jumped as he slid one hand into my hair, taking a tight grip, deliberately showing me how much control he had over me from behind me.
‘Keep watching Courtney,’ he said softly. ‘She’s learning how to be good. I want you to remember.’
I flushed red hot but I didn’t pull away. I was, in any case, too fascinated watching what Brad did to Courtney next. I couldn’t admit to myself that I also loved the feeling of Darren controlling me. I loved the feeling of his hand in my hair and I couldn’t stop remembering how roughly he had used me last now, carelessly dismissive of anything but his own satisfaction. I wanted more and I didn’t know what to do about that feeling.
‘Tsk, tsk,’ said Brad to Courtney, one finger under her chin, inspecting her face. She had finished the baked beans, her mouth and lips covered with sauce. ‘I thought we’d taught you how to eat properly by now, my love. I didn’t know you still had less manners than an urchin in the gutter.’
‘I-’ burst out Courtney, her eyes flashing, then realising that she was on a losing streak. She clearly wanted to complain that it was Brad who had forced her to eat like that, but she realised that he was being deliberately unfair. He was setting her up in an argument that she could not win.
Brad smiled knowingly at her as she closed her lips and stopped speaking.
‘Wise,’ he said patronisingly. ‘Well, my stupid girl, you’re going to promise to love, honour and obey me on Saturday, aren’t you?’
‘Yes, Brad,’ Courtney said softly, her gaze downcast.
‘And you’ll do anything I tell you after that, won’t you?’
‘Yes, Brad,’ she whispered, blushing hotly right across her filthy face.
‘You’d better,’ he said significantly. ‘Let’s make this morning a signal lesson for you.’
From Courtney’s face, she clearly thought she had already learned enough for one day but she also knew better than to complain to Brad. The harsh clips were still on her clit and nipples and I thought they must be aching like hell now.
Without warning, Brad pulled her to her feet by her hair. Courtney gasped as the clamps pulled roughly on her sensitive flesh. Brad ignored her shriek of pain, bending her forward at the waist, holding her down by her hair, bent in half. He nodded to Chester as if in giving permission.
‘I’ve had my eye on those trophies on the bookshelf,’ Brad gestured with his head to where there were a series of sports and other trophies clustering on the mantelpiece above the unlit fire. ‘Pick two would you — one for her babyhole and one for her butt.’
Courtney gasped a soft sound of sudden fear but she didn’t move or say anything, and soon the sniggering Chester was walking back from the mantelpiece with a large trophy clutched in each hand.
‘No need for lube in her main fuckhole,’ said Brad flatly.
‘Heh heh,’ sniggered Chester and showed us all the trophy he had chosen. I flinched in shock and I’m pretty sure other women around the room, even as committed as they were to their own ‘serve and obey the men’ philosophy, flinched as well.
It was a large black rock, long and phallic in shape, almost perfectly resembling a large eggplant, and attached to a wide wooden base. The rock — probably basalt — was polished but still slightly rough. Even though it was rounded, I watched in fear as Chester lowered it towards Courtney’s waist.
‘State Geology Prize, 1988,’ said Chester sniggering. ‘It’s rock hard.’ He laughed at his own bad joke. ‘This is the only way you’ll ever win a geology prize, Courts, you stupid slut.’
‘It’s bigger than a cock,’ said Brad smugly to Courtney. ‘It’s going to hurt when it goes in. Say thank you to Chester in advance, like a good girl.’
Her face was wide with fright but she licked her lips and gasped ‘thank you Chester,’ tears streaming down her face again. She jumped in fear as she felt the rock against her pussy. I couldn’t move my eyes away from her and Chester. He had a cruel, determined look on his face. I knew he would get the rock inside her vagina and I knew he wouldn’t care if Courtney enjoyed it or not.
Darren pulled up a chair and sat beside me, his hand still irritatingly in my hair.
‘I’ll do this to you one day,’ he said, a smile curving his mouth. ‘Fill you full with hard, thick household items until you can’t move and your eyes just beg me to rescue you.’ He sniggered, meanly. ‘And then, I’ll bring out the second set and start inserting them into you as well.’
I wanted to shout at him that he wouldn’t, there was no way I was letting him to that to me and anyway I wasn’t going to see him ever again after the wedding. But I couldn’t, something that I didn’t understand held me back. I also couldn’t take my eyes off Courtney.
Chester was working the rock into her vagina, I could see him using a gentle rocking motion and heavy hands to open up her entrance until enough of the thick lump of rock was inside that he could start pushing it deeper. He was determined so it didn’t take that long before she was breathing hard, her entrance stretched wide open and the huge piece of stone halfway inside her.
‘It hurts, doesn’t it, girl?’ asked Chester once, his hands never ceasing their determined work even when she gasped particularly loudly or tried to move involuntarily away from the violation between her legs. ‘Fuck, I enjoy hurting you like this. You’ll be better for me next time I visit Brad to fuck you, won’t you?’
‘Yes, Chester,’ Courtney said, tears slipping down her face. ‘Yes.’
‘She was slow last night in getting on her knees to take my shaft, weren’t you darling? I had to slap you to make you move,’ Chester said. ‘And then later she tried to change positions when I was fucking her nice and deep. I thought we had trained you better than that, you stupid girl.’
Courtney flushed, clearly humiliated. ‘Yes, Chester,’ she whispered, biting her lip.
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