Chapter 8: The Forced Slave Wedding – Savage First Night and Tender Aftermath

The months following Neha’s brutal defilement passed in a haze of continued exploitation for both slaves. Neha had broken almost as quickly as Pranjal once had. The four women used her daily alongside him — forcing her to lick their pussies and assholes while Pranjal fucked her holes, making her ride his cock while cameras rolled and the women watched with sadistic glee. Neha’s once-innocent eyes now held the same vacant, conditioned lust that Pranjal’s did. Yet beneath the conditioning, something fragile and real had begun to grow between them in the stolen moments when the cameras were off.

One evening, Rani gathered everyone in the main hall of the mansion with a triumphant smile. “You two have been such good little fucktoys. We’re giving you a gift — a proper slave wedding. The entire ceremony and your first night as husband and wife will be filmed. Our fans will pay a fortune for this.”

The preparations were elaborate and twisted. The mansion’s large hall was decorated with fresh flowers, red curtains, and fairy lights that cast a deceptively romantic glow. Pranjal was dressed in an expensive cream-colored sherwani that hid the collar around his neck. Neha looked heartbreakingly beautiful in a heavily embroidered red bridal lehenga, her slim body accentuated, her hair adorned with jewelry, and a secret vibrating plug buried deep in her ass. A matching thin collar was hidden beneath the heavy necklace.

The four MILFs and their husbands acted as “family,” laughing through the fake rituals. Multiple professional cameras captured every angle. They performed the pheras around the sacred fire, applied sindoor to Neha’s maang, and exchanged garlands. Rajesh, playing the role of patriarch, finally declared them husband and wife — slave to slave.

As soon as the ceremony ended, the women dragged the newlyweds to the master bedroom suite. The room was brightly lit with professional lighting. The four MILFs and three husbands settled into luxurious chairs surrounding the massive circular bed, drinks in hand, ready for the show.

“Time for the suhag raat, beta,” Rani purred, already fingering herself. “Fuck your new bride like the ruthless animal we trained you to be. Ruin her again on camera. Make her scream for your fans.”

Pranjal looked at Neha, trembling in her bridal outfit. The years of conditioning took over. His cock hardened instantly.