Chapter 1

Sally Preston.

Sally Preston stepped out of the limo and glanced around. She held a small bag in her left hand containing the few items she was permitted—two sets of bras and panties, a toothbrush, and a box of tampons. She approached the imposing black oak door and hesitantly used the brass knocker. The door swung open, and Sally entered. The room she entered resembled an upscale hotel lobby or perhaps an opulent private hospital.

“Name?” The woman behind the desk barked.

Sally gulped, staring at the statuesque blonde’s pneumatic breasts, thinking they were real or the best boob job she’d ever seen. The blonde’s tits had to be an E-cup at the minimum, but their soft swell and gentle movement as she breathed showed they weren’t filled with silicon. “Sally Preston,” Sally squeaked.

“Ah, yes,” the blonde grinned, her smile reminiscent of a barracuda. She flicked through her tablets until she found the one with Sally’s name flashing on its screen, then opened it. “The full first wife treatment. You’re in for an interesting month, Ms. Preston. But I’m sure that by its end, your husband-to-be will be very happy to become your husband.”

“Month?” Sally squeaked. “I’m only here for the weekend spa.”

The pneumatic-breasted blonde looked through the tablet and then compared the information on it to her computer screen. She shook her head. “No. Your fiancé paid for the full treatment. That’s a month’s worth of training and education.”

“Training and education?” Sally gasped. “What does that mean?”

The blonde walked around her desk and confronted Sally. Sally’s eyes were drawn to the woman’s immense cleavage and then lower to where the woman’s shaved pussy showed through a revealing split in her micro-miniskirt. Sally gasped again when she saw the woman’s clit and clitoral hood were both pierced. The hood with a tiny bell that jingled as the woman walked. Her clit held a barbell that prevented it from fully retracting. Sally dragged her eyes up, briefly registering her name tag, Imogen Bailey. Property of Matthew Bailey.

“It means you’ve chosen to become the best wife you can possibly be for your husband. We’re here to teach you how to become that.”

“But I only wanted the weekend spa,” Sally protested weakly.

“You can leave,” Imogen said flatly, with a smile that didn’t touch her predatory eyes. “But if you do, I can guarantee that Leo will call off the engagement as soon as we call to say that you’ve left.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Sally stated. She looked for a phone, but did not see one. Her instructions included leaving her cell phone at home. “May I use a phone?”

“No, you may not,” Imogen said, still smiling humourlessly. “However, you may leave. Exit through the door you entered, and the limo will take you back to your home. Still, I do not for one moment believe that your engagement will still be on when you get there.”

Sally sighed, uncertain what to think. She glanced down at her tiny A-cups, slender waist, narrow hips, and shapeless thighs, comparing them to the statuesque blonde in front of her. Not a single feature Sally possessed came close to matching Imogen’s. As a law student at Griffith University, Sally hadn’t believed her luck when Leo Walters, the senior partner at the law firm where she interned, chose her for personal attention over the other four interns.

Initially, Sally feared that the forty-year-old senior partner wanted her for her youthful appearance and, consequently, for sex. However, Leo’s interactions with her remained strictly professional until the end of the term. Then, on her last day of interning for him, Leo invited her to dinner. Sally surrendered her virginity to the virile older man that night, and after a whirlwind six-month relationship, Leo proposed.

Sally accepted, of course, and a date was set. This weekend was Leo’s pre-wedding gift to her. She gratefully accepted the gift, believing it would help her avoid the pre-marriage jitters. Now, Sally wondered what on earth was happening? Still, she either trusted her husband-to-be, or she did not. She should walk out the door and call off the wedding if she did not.

“What happens next?” Sally asked, taking the proffered tablet.

Imogen’s predatory grin returned, but she replied mildly, “Two of our staff will show you to your room. I suggest you take a shower and make yourself comfortable. Then, around two, they will take you to the meet-and-greet we’re hosting for all the new wives staying with us this month. You’ll have the opportunity to get to know some people who may become lifelong friends.”

The elevator doors opened, and two young people emerged. The first was another pneumatic-breasted, statuesque blonde. The other could have stepped off a ‘Hunks in Trunks’ wall calendar. The new blonde’s breasts swayed deliciously as she walked, and the hunk’s enormous cock, snugged into a banana hammock, bounced as he crossed the floor to Sally.

“You may play with either or both until the two o’clock get-together,” Imogen said dismissively as she returned to her desk.

Sally gulped, trying to look anywhere but at the man’s barely covered cock. She had little experience but knew her fiancé’s dick was at least a little above average in length and girth. However, the penis before her was enormous. Sally guessed that even soft, the man’s cock was at least eight inches long. She doubted her thumb and finger would meet if she took it in her hand.

Sally tore her eyes away and gasped again. She saw that the new blonde had dressed similarly to Imogen. She wore a silk micro-miniskirt with a revealing centre part. Sally looked higher and saw the woman’s breasts showed through her top and that her nipples were pierced, with large gold hoops flattened against her blouse’s front. Sally’s eyes dropped, and she saw that the woman’s labia held several gold rings. A chain zig-zagged between the rings, blocking the woman’s entrance.

“Follow us,” the blonde woman said, taking Sally’s arm in hers and guiding her into the elevator. “You’re in the presidential suites on the top floor,” Blondie explained and then tittered. “Your fiancé must really love you because those suites are more than a thousand dollars a night.”

Unable to understand what was happening, Sally meekly permitted the couple to guide her to her room. The elevator door opened, revealing a short hallway with doors on either side. The blonde opened the left door, leading to a spacious apartment featuring a canopied, four-poster bed. The man pulled back the curtains, exposing a panoramic view of the Gold Coast Hinterlands, with Surfers Paradise Beach visible in the distance.

Sally’s bewildered mind finally noticed and read the couple’s nameplates. The stacked blonde’s name was Maja Pettersen. Beneath that was ‘Property of Grant Pettersen’. The man’s tag was attached to his banana hammock, just above his enormous cock. It read ‘John Day. Property of Imogen Bailey’.

“What’s with the name tags?” Sally asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“They tell you our names, silly,” Maja replied.

“No,” Sally corrected, shaking her head. “I mean ‘the property of’ that appears beneath your name.”

“That informs anyone who wants to play with us about whom to contact,” Maja explained.

“But what does that mean? Are you a slave? Someone’s property? If Imogen belongs to Matthew, then why doesn’t John also belong to him? Why does his say that he’s Imogen’s property?”

“Many things will become clear during your first week here,” Maja said mysteriously. “For now, why don’t you have a shower, and we’ll prepare you for the get-together.”

“I showered before I came,” Sally said. “I don’t need another one yet.”

“You should still have one,” Maja tittered. “I think you’ll enjoy it.” Turning away from Sally, Maja dropped to her knees, and before Sally’s shocked eyes, pulled John’s banana hammock aside and engulfed his entire cock in one fell swoop.

Sally fled to the bathroom. She wasn’t averse to giving blowjobs. In fact, she was delighted when Leo patiently taught her how to perform one satisfactorily. Sally regularly got on her knees to give him one. However, Sally wasn’t comfortable with people having sex before an audience, and she refused when her fiancé indicated that he wanted to film them fucking.

Sally stripped and turned on the shower. She stepped in once it reached her preferred temperature, luxuriating in the warmth and the cascading water. She noticed several buttons and pressed the top one, curious about their functions. The first button activated side jets that ran along the full length of the shower walls and gently sprayed water over her entire body. Sally loved that feature, so she pressed the second button. That one transformed the cascading flow into near jets. Sally thought they would feel good if she were stiff and sore, but they only hurt at the moment. She pressed it again, and the water returned to a cascading fall.

The third button made the water pulse. Part of the cascade turned off before the bit still on turned off, and the off part came back on. Sally cared little for that feature either and returned it to cascading. The fourth button directed a thick jet of water directly onto her ass and pussy. Sally jumped and twisted it off. But then she wondered how it felt and turned them back on. She looked for the jet on the front wall and saw she could adjust it. Sally redirected the stream until it hit her clit directly. Then she backed up until the rear jet sprayed onto her little dark star.

‘OMG!’ Sally silently gasped as the twin spouts swiftly drove her to a climax. ‘I might marry this shower instead,’ she thought as she pinched her tiny, conical nipples and orgasmed. Sally gave herself another one before she reluctantly exited the shower, hoping the two assistants, or whatever they were, were gone.

Sally looked for her clothes, but they were gone. Wrapping the towel around her skinny, flat-chested body, she stepped out of the bathroom, looking for her dress, bra, and panties. Instead of finding them, she saw John on his knees between Maja’s thighs, licking her pussy.

Maja grinned, unconcerned about Sally’s presence. “Did you enjoy the shower?”

“Yes,” Sally said primly. “Where are my clothes?”

“You don’t need them until it’s time to go home,” Maja panted as she held John to her pussy. “I laid out your outfit for today. You’ll find similar ones in the drawers beside the bed.” Maja groaned as she orgasmed on John’s tongue. She pushed him away and asked, “Would you like John to go down on you? He’s pretty damned good. I’d recommend him.”

“I’m about to get married!” Sally screeched, unable to believe that Maja would make the offer.

“So?” Maja shrugged as she stood and adjusted her clothing back toward decency. “I’m married to Grant, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play with a willing partner.”

“You can cheat on your husband as much as you want,” Sally hissed. “At least until he catches you and tosses your slutty ass onto the streets. Me? I’ll remain faithful to my fiancé and husband forever.”

“It’s not cheating if your husband allows and wants you to play,” Maja shrugged. “Grant plays with my permission as well.”

“What kind of marriage is that?” Sally asked with disgust. “If you want to fuck around, you should stay single.”

“It’s the kind of marriage your husband wants. That’s why he sent you to us,” Maja explained, looking at Sally intensely. “We will train you to be the best wife you can be, which will occasionally mean bringing home lovers for your husband to enjoy. Sometimes, he will want to watch you play with another woman, occasionally with a man, and he will regularly expect you to accept that he’s found someone he wants to fuck.

“You will learn that his actions do not show he loves you any less, just as your casual lovers do not mean that you do not love him. Both of you will willingly derive pleasure from others while remaining intimately devoted to each other. That is the essence of true love—wanting nothing but your partner’s happiness. That is what you will learn, or you will not reach your wedding day.”

Sally stared at Maja, gobsmacked. She didn’t know what to think, but she had to admit that even after her twin orgasms in the shower, she remained sexually excited. Thinking furiously, Sally pulled the skirt laid out on the bed. She wasn’t surprised to find it had a middle part that exposed her hairy pussy.

Sarah Alberts.

Sarah shifted on the limousine’s seat, trying to ensure she didn’t flash her panties at the driver. She regretted going for a dress so short, but she knew her fiancé, Adam, loved watching her voluptuous bottom jiggle in them. He loved it most when she shaved her pussy and went pantyless. Unfortunately, pulling her dress hem down threatened to expose her enormous tits. Sighing, Sarah held the hem down and tried to stretch the top up. The hem slid from her fingers, pulling up and flashing her panties to the driver, who, fortunately, wasn’t watching.

Sarah wondered why someone who wanted to marry her also wanted her to showcase her generous assets to others. From the day they began dating, Adam encouraged Sarah to flirt with other people. He didn’t care if it was a man or a woman, although he oddly preferred her to flirt with men. Sarah sighed, realising that her fiancé was also a perpetual flirt. He found Sarah’s occasional bursts of jealousy amusing, telling her if she were confident in his love, she would know he would always return to her.

Then, last night, Adam encouraged her to go home with a man who consistently asked her to dance. “Why?” Sarah seethed. “Do you want me to fuck him so you have an excuse to dump me? Well? You don’t need an excuse; just dump me and get it over with!”

“No, silly,” Adam laughed. “I want you to marry me, but I also want you to keep having fun. Imagine the fun we can enjoy together if you just loosen up a little.”

“Was that a proposal, buster?” Sarah snarled. “If it was, it sucked!”

She left with the man and spent the night fucking him. He was still in her bed when Adam phoned this morning. Fully expecting to be dumped, Sarah answered her phone.

Bright and chipper, Adam said, “I’ve got coffee and breakfast, and I’m on my way to your place. Send your lover home, and I’ll see you soon.”

Feeling confused and overwhelmed, Sarah woke her overnight guest and sent him home. She quickly took a shower and used a douche. Sarah had barely finished getting dressed when Adam knocked on her door. He moved the tray aside to kiss her cheek and asked cheerily, “Did you have fun?”

“He was okay,” Sarah admitted, confusedly following Adam to her dining room table.