Both Paul and Anne had been very careful to keep Anne's
"normal" life separate from her life with Paul. Just a
whisper of Anne's seeing an older man, older being anyone
out of High School, would bring way too much scrutiny
from Ann's father, and possibly the police. Paul did not
want to see that happen. And Anne, she would never be
able to face anyone ever again if the truth came out. So
Anne lived two lives.
But with a Halloween dance at Anne's school, Paul was
determined to go with her. With a costume on, no one
would know who he was, or his age. Anne on the other hand
felt depressed when Paul told her that he would go with
her. She did not understand why but inside her, school
had been her refuge from Paul and her family.
School was the one place where she could relax with her
friends and just have the worries and problems of every
other 17-year-old girl. School was where the real Anne
lived. But Paul didn't ask Anne if she wanted him to go.
And Anne didn't offer Paul her opinion - not on anything.
So Anne was going to the dance with Paul. She arrived
Friday evening at Paul's house as instructed.
Paul laid out her costume for her. It was a bridal gown.
Anne was uneasy as soon as she saw the gown. This wasn't
right. Marriage was something very special to her. Like
most young girls, she knew that someday she would find
the right boy and they would get married. And that day
would forevermore be one of the most special days in her
life.
Marriage was for love and caring and a lifetime
commitment with that one special boy. Anne's eyes started
to mist over as she thought of someday finding that boy
and being happily married. And then, with a word from
Paul she was shaken out of her daydream.
"Get dressed my little whore wife."
NO, no he couldn't drag this dream down into the gutter
with her. Not this. It would mean that when she really
got married, it would just be a reminder of one more sex
game Paul played with his little whore. He couldn't do
this to her. He couldn't destroy what would someday be
the most special day of her life. He just couldn't take
that away from her.
"Oh no Paul, please not that dress. I can't dress as a
bride, I just can't. Oh god, please don't make me do it."
And with that Anne threw herself at Paul's feet sobbing
and holding his feet and begging him to let her wear
something else.
Paul was totally taken aback by this. He had plans for
later in the evening that would make the dress
appropriate. But he had never expected this kind of
reaction. Just the thought of wearing it was devastating
Anne. He really, really, needed to take this into
consideration.
Paul crouched down and pulled Anne up so she was kneeling
too, facing up to him. He had never seen a face so full
of anguish and despair. Anne was shivering with fear. So
much so that she would probably have fallen over if he
hadn't been holding her.
"Dear, dear Anne," Paul said softly stroking her face.
"Don't you love me.
Don't you love me more than anything?"
"Ye-yes Paul, I love you. Oh dear god I love you. But
please do---" Paul put a finger on her lips and shushed
her. Then he went back to stroking her face. "And I love
you my little piece of fuck-meat. You're my sweet little
whore. You're my special little hot cunt."
And with each word Paul said Anne shook as though hit.
Her poor little mind didn't know how to take the loving
words that also called her a slut. The gentle hand
stroking her face as Paul continued to tell her how he
loved to watch her suck his cock and spread his cum all
over her face. Her mind wanted to both hold Paul for
saying he loved her and run for being called a slut.
Paul continued to talk to Anne watching her get wound up
tighter and tighter. "Such a beautiful little girl when
you lie back and masturbate while watching porno videos.
I love you so much when I see you dancing with other men
jacking their cocks off onto the front of your dress.
Such a vision of loveliness when you spread your legs
under the table and pull your pussy lips apart to show
other men your cunt. I dream of you every night, thinking
of you at home, using your vibrator on your clit, while
your parents are sleeping in the room next to yours."
And Anne got more and more confused. Paul was talking in
the gentle voice of a kind man who loved her. And he was
telling her that. But with each comment about the acts he
made her perform, she wanted to scream and run away. God,
her shaking was getting so bad she had to put both arms
around Paul's neck to not fall over.
Yes, she was a slut. But Paul loved her that way. It was
ok that she was a slut, no - no it wasn't. She wasn't
really a slut. She was a good girl. Yes, she really was -
wasn't she. But no, a good girl wouldn't do all those
things. She was a slut and Paul loved her anyways. Even
with everything she had done, he still loved her. But no,
no, she---
And as Paul say her eyes go totally vacant and her
shaking become even more pronounced, he reached down to
her clit and started rubbing while whispering to her
"whore, cunt, slut, fuck-meat, cum for me you little slut
- you know that's what you want. Cum all over my fingers
and show me what a whore you are."
No, he couldn't be doing this to her. What kind of slut
did he think she was trying to get her to cum now. She
wasn't a -- oh my god, "NO! NO! NO! OH GOD NO! PLEASE GOD
NO!" Anne shouted as she started to cum. She didn't know
it, but her mind was so overwhelmed, it needed anything
to release all the tension it was under - anything. And
so it released through the cum. And released and released
and released. Paul stopped rubbing her clit and still,
Anne climaxed for about 5 minutes. It was the strongest
cum she had ever had.
And the entire time, Paul held her close and whispered
lovingly in her ear "that's it, cum my little cunt. I
love you my little slut. Just let it go my little whore.
Show me how you need to cum and cum and cum my sweet,
sweet piece of trash."
And the words kept pounding into Anne's mind as the cum
rolled on and on and on. And to not get totally lost in
the anarchy her mind was in, she clung to the one rock
that was available. She held on to Paul. And she fastened
her mind on to the fact that he loved her. Paul loved her
and would save her. It was all ok...
Finally the orgasm stopped and Anne slumped in Paul's
arms. Paul stroked her head for a minute and then stood
her up. Anne was on automatic pilot. She just stood there
as Paul dressed her. First he put a white corset on her.
It went from her waist to the bottom of her breasts.
Paul then tightened and tightened it. Because Anne was so
zoned out, her body didn't fight the tightening at all
and Paul was able to reduce her waist by 7", more than
ever before. She now was almost a character of the
perfect feminine waist.
After that came white lace stockings and gloves. The
gloves went almost to her shoulders. And both the gloves
and stockings had a special feature. Sewn in at the wrist
and ankle were very unobtrusive restraints. Even looking
close it merely looked like heavy lace with a decorative
shoestring. But once Paul tied up the shoestring Anne
could not remove them and the loops in the shoestring
could be used to tie her down.
And then came the dress (no underwear for Ann on her
wedding night). It didn't have a train because that
wouldn't work at the party. What it did have was almost
100 buttons that buttoned from the throat (where the
collar could also be used as a restraint) to the hem at
the floor. From the hips down it billowed out with
multiple petticoats underneath. But from the waist up it
was skintight, giving Anne that virginal look all wedding
dresses achieve, while still fully displaying and
incredibly sexy body.
Paul buttoned up most of the buttons, leaving Anne's
breasts exposed for the moment. And then he put Anne's
wedding hat on her, complete with veil. There she stood,
a vision of loveliness, the radiant bride, waiting for
her groom.
Now Paul couldn't let anyone see him. One look at his
face would let people know he was in his mid 20s. So he
had rented a gorilla suit. And over the gorilla suit he
wore a tuxedo. So Anne had her groom - a gorilla. After
Paul dressed he walked over to Anne and pushed her to her
knees. He then pulled out his cock (a popular feature in
the gorilla costume was a removable crotch piece), lifted
Anne's veil, and pushed his cock into Anne's mouth.
Anne started sucking automatically. And with that she
woke out of her daze. Here she was in her wedding dress,
with a beast as a groom, sucking his cock. That was only
right for a slut like her. She did not deserve a normal
wedding with a nice young boy. No, for her wedding she
belonged on her knees, blowing the man she loved. A man
who was a beast, which a dirty piece of scum like her was
lucky to have.
And tears started rolling down Anne's cheeks as the dream
within her, that special dream in every young girl, about
that special wedding that would some day happen, as that
dream was replaced by the reality of what would be. That
some day, the little whore would drop to her knees, blow
her groom, so he might be willing to marry a sleazy
tramp.
Paul looked down and saw the tears. God how he loved to
watch her cry. He loved that more than anything else he
thought. If he could have her constantly in tears,
constantly crying for parts of her soul she was loosing,
then, well life would be just about perfect.
Paul reached down and pushed Anne's head away from his
prick. He then pulled her veil down and pushed his cock,
with the veil around it, into Anne's mouth. "That's it my
blushing virginal bride. Suck my cock through your veil.
Whenever you wear a veil again you can think of sucking
my cock through it. Won't you love your wedding when you
walk down the aisle and all you can think of is my cock
coming through your veil, into your mouth?"
And with his words Anne's tears became even more
pronounced, gushing down her cheeks to land in her lap.
Yes she was just a cock-sucking whore. And that's all she
would be when she got married. Oh god Paul, don't ever
leave me she thought. No other man would be willing to
marry someone as slutty as her. Oh please don't ever
leave me.
And then Paul started to cum. He pulled his cock out of
her mouth and sprayed his cum all over her still exposed
breasts. He then wiped his cock off on her chest and put
it away. "Button up your dress whore, you don't want your
friends to know what a dirty slut you are."
Anne looked down through her tears. There was cum all
over her chest. She sobbed even harder as she buttoned
the dress up, mashing the cum between her wedding dress
and her tits. Anne, the little girl would still have her
dream of someday having that special wedding. But that
dream would always include having fresh cum on her tits
while walking down the aisle. Another little piece of
Anne had died.
Anne and Paul had a fun, and relatively normal time at
the party. There wasn't much Paul could do there if he
wanted. So instead, he acted as though there were bride
and groom, about to get married. And Anne, Anne was in
heaven. Paul, who she loved so very much, was there by
her side and being just wonderful. Anne was actually, for
the first time in her life, seeing how a normal
relationship worked. Anne didn't know it was normal. She
found it very strange. But she also found it wonderful.
And the euphoria swept her up into the play-acting. Yes
they were bride and groom, about to get married. And it
was Halloween, and kids were drinking in the corners, so
what was one pair acting as though it was their wedding.
Totally normal by any standards.
Yes thought Anne, this is wonderful. I'm in love with a
wonderful man that I'm going to marry. And he loves me
and everything will be so wonderful. Not even the dried
cum on the inside of her wedding dress could spoil it.
On the drive back from the party to Paul's house Anne
laid back and floated on a cloud. This had been the most
wonderful night of her life. Yes, everything was
wonderful.
When they got to the house Paul insisted on carrying Anne
in through the doorway. He then looked down on the
serenely happy face and smiled. She was so completely
happy right now, he couldn't imagine a better setup.
"Well my blushing bride, its our wedding night. And you
know what that means don't you?" Paul asked as he headed
toward his bedroom. It took a couple of seconds to sink
in through the euphoria and then Anne started to realize,
oh god no - he can't be planning to have sex with me. oh
god no.
Paul say the horror creep onto Anne's face and smiled
again. Yes, as he had thought, from the heights of
ecstasy to the depths of despair. This was going to be
one hell of a ride for her tonight. He had guessed as
much, Anne hadn't really believed that they would ever
have sex.
Yes, Paul had dragged Anne through a lot. But he hadn't
had to override any of her central beliefs. He made her
masturbate - but that certainly didn't go against any
basic instincts. And she watched porno films that
completely degraded women. But the truth was she had come
to get turned on by those and Paul was a good excuse for
watching them. Even the blowjobs weren't that bad.
Around school they were discussed as the last-ditch
safety valve. If a boyfriend was too insistent. If they
both got too hot and heavy, well a blowjob was ok then.
It was a totally different area of the body. It wasn't
sex.
But sex. No she couldn't have sex. It was so
inconceivable to her that they would have sex that she
had never really seriously considered it. Sex was for
that one special boy when she got married. And there was
not just 17 years of her parent's message, there was
millions of years of evolution behind this. No sex except
for that one special boy.
And when that special boy would have come along, it would
have taken months to build up to the point where they had
sex. She had no experience of slowly blossoming love that
leads to that beautiful act of making love. Her mind had
not learned how to tie the two together and use making
love to build on the love between two people.
Suddenly Anne's body started struggling. Paul almost
dropped her at first, but then grabbed tighter and
stepped into the bedroom.
"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I WON'T DO THIS. YOU CAN'T DO THIS.
LET ME GO RIGHT NOW! I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PICTURES, I
DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYTHING! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Anne
started shouting.
Paul threw her down on the bed, threw himself on top of
her, and went to work fastening first her arms, and then
her legs to the straps he had waiting. "You're not going
anywhere my little slut bride. It's our wedding night and
I'm going to fuck your cherry. And it was so sweet that a
little whore like you kept her cherry for our wedding
night."
"OH GOD NO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS. PLEASE LET ME GO. SEND MY
FATHER THE PICTURES, I DON'T CARE JUST LET ME GO RIGHT
NOW. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M NOT A WHORE! I'M NOT!
I'M NOT!" Anne was screaming now and struggling as hard
as she could against the straps tying her down.
Paul watched her frantically trying to get away while
unbuttoning her skirt from the hem to the waist. He had
expected resistance, but not this much. This wasn't a
timid creature that had to be pushed into place. This was
the real Anne fighting to save herself. This was a
creature that would not relent.
Paul suddenly realized that he could easily loose her
tonight. She had to return home or the police would be
called. And if he didn't break this inner Anne who had
surfaced, she would never return. Oh yes, he could ruin
her life. But he would still have lost Anne. And he
didn't want that to happen. He loved this wild creature
he had tamed. He loved her more than anything. And to
keep that love, he needed to break her.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T RAPE ME YOU CAN'T! I'LL
TELL THE POLICE! I'LL HAVE YOU ARRESTED! LET ME GO LET ME
GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Paul put his cock at the entrance of Anne's pussy and
pressed it in. "I'm raping you, you little whore. How
does it feel to have your little slut pussy raped, you
fucking cunt?"
"NO! NO! NO! DEAR GOD NO! TAKE IT OUT! OH PLEASE TAKE IT
OUT! DON'T RAPE ME! DEAR GOD DON'T RAPE ME!"
"Feel my cock rape your wet hole. Tell me no, tell me no
all you want and I'll keep fucking your slit. You're a
whore and whore's need to be fucked. Slut, cunt hole
whore fuck you fuck you fuck you."
And as Anne fought and screamed, her body started to
respond. And Paul kept talking to her, telling her what
he thought of her as he fucked her. And Anne's body
responded more and more, and yet she was totally
oblivious to that response.
Until it mid-protest she came. "OH GOD! NO! NO THIS CAN'T
BE HAPPENING, NO! NO! OOOHHH GOD!!!" and as Paul
continued to pump and Anne continued to climax her cries
turned to ones of joy, "OH YES! YES! OH DEAR GOD YES!!"
"Its not rape if you cum slut. You can call it rape but
if you're loving it its not rape. Look at you, I raped
you and you're such a dirty little whore you're cumming.
What a disgusting little slut. You just love having a
cock up your pussy don't you whore?"
Anne looked at Paul in shock. No, no that wasn't true. It
was rape, He was raping her. She looked up at him and
panted between climaxes, "No, you're raping me you--
ooohh shit, oohh god, oohh -- yo-you're raping meeee
ooohhh GOD!!"
And they argued for the next 3 minutes. God she has a
strong will thought Paul. And all during that time he
kept pumping his cock into Anne and she kept cumming and
cumming, arguing and fighting between climaxes. And
finally Paul said "ok slut, its rape, tell me to stop,
tell me to stop fucking you - TELL ME NOW TO STOP YOU
FUCKING WHORE." And then Paul fucked has hard and fast as
he could.
And Anne looked up, started to say something, and came,
and came, and came, and then she started to say stop, but
she couldn't she just couldn't the cums were too
powerful. And then she broke. She couldn't say stop. She
had to keep cumming. "OH YES! OH YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!
OH GOD YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK ME!!"
And inside Anne, a very important part of what made Anne
crumpled up and blew away in the winds generated by her
voice screaming at Paul to fuck her. And as it left, Anne
tried to recapture it, but another cum hit, and she asked
Paul to fuck her again.
And Anne realized what she had lost. She had lost her
moral limits. If this wall could be torn down, than any
wall could be torn down. She had lost her willpower. Oh
god, she had lost everything. And with that, giant sobs
took over Anne's body and rivers of tears flowed down her
cheeks.
Paul continued to pump and Anne continued to have giant
climax after giant climax, and sobbing and crying at the
same time. And Paul looked down and knew he had never
seen her as beautiful as she was now. And this beautiful
broken creature was his.
The next 5 days Anne came over she always put up a fight
at first. But each time Paul would tie her down and fuck
her till she begged for more. And then she didn't fight
anymore. And then Paul made Anne beg to be fucked.
And Anne came to love being fucked by Paul. But each
time, in the back of her mind, a little voice would tell
her that it was wrong, very wrong. And that she was a
slut for enjoying it and asking for it.
And usually, when she came, Anne would cry from the
shame. And Paul was very happy.
END