Chapter 56: The Bride’s Sex Slave Scheme

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Kristen has the desire to write a story at a wedding. After considering a few different kinky possibilities, the idea of her mother lobbying for a new and exciting law popped into the girl’s depraved mind. Her pussy melting, Kristen has to pen the story.

She opens the diary and begins to rewrite reality once more, heedless of what pouring her fantasies into the diary is doing to her.

Evayne Brentwood
I sat in my bridal suite, applying the last touches to my makeup, and trying to drown out my sister’s whining. This was a perfect day. My white veil looked so gauzy and ethereal around my mocha-brown face. I squirmed in place, so ready to marry Will.

I would be Evayne Brentwood-Cartwright soon.

“It’s disgusting!” huffed Maddie. My sister flounced down beside me in her pink bridesmaid dress. Her skin was the same shade of light-brown as mine. Her hair was stylized, but I hated her fade on the side. “She’s eighteen. That’s my age and younger than you! And she’s a stripper! You know that! She’s some white trash stripper that he’s fucking! Why did he bring her to the wedding?”

“It’s fine,” I said and smiled at the mirror.

“It’s not fine!” gasped Maddie. “Mama’s pissed.”

“I know,” I said. “But it’s mama’s fault he left us.”

“Why do you always take Dad’s side over Mama’s? He left us all.”

“Because he drove her out by being a nagging bitch.” I glanced at her. “This is my wedding day. Stop whining, okay. It’s fine. I knew he was bringing GeeGee.”

“Whatev,” muttered Maddie. She spun on the round stool. “She’s got big, fake titties, and that dress. It’s obscene.”

I nodded, ignoring her tirade as I finished with my makeup. I looked good. I was so happy that I was getting married. A knock came at the door. I turned to find Mrs. Cartwright slipping in. My future mother-in-law wore a big smile.

“Oh, Evayne, you’re gorgeous,” Will’s mother said. The redheaded woman wore a blue dress. She had a gorgeous figure, her wedding ring shining on her finger. “Just beautiful. Isn’t she, Maddie?”

“Yeah,” my sister said. She brightened up. “You do look so radiant, sis!”

“I’m so glad you’re about to be my daughter,” Mrs. Cartwright said as she stopped before me. “I can’t wait to welcome you to the family.”

I beamed at her, so glad. Will’s family was far more functional than mine.

A new law, proposed by my mother, has been passed. It states that if a groom breeds three women besides his bride at the wedding, he and his new bride can keep them as sex slaves and receive a lucrative tax break on their care.

Evayne wants those tax breaks.

She’s eager to be Mrs. Will Cartwright soon. She doesn’t want that nonsense of hyphenating their last names because that’s demeaning to her husband. She wants their marriage to be perfect, unlike her parents’ marriage.

Evayne Brentwood
I shivered as I would be Mrs. Will Cartwright soon. Kitty and Maia both thought it was dumb that I wasn’t hyphenating my last name, but that was so disrespectful to my husband. I pointed out to her that, either way, my last name came from a man. From my father or my husband. What was the difference? I was so ready to be his bride.

“I have it,” cooed Maddie after Mrs. Cartwright slipped out of the room. She pulled out the vial with the purple liquid. “The aphrodisiac. You can spike the punch at the reception so your husband can fuck the three women and breed them.”

“Good,” I said, eager for us to own three sex slaves. They could be so expensive, but this new law that was passed gave such lucrative tax breaks.

“I hope you get that dumb stripper Dad brought,” muttered Maddie. “That would be hilarious if she danced on Will’s cock instead of Dad’s.”

I giggled. “You’re a wicked girl.”

She grinned back at me and handed over the vial. I slipped it down the front of my dress, nestled between my breasts. I rose and slid my veil over my eyes. It was time to get married to Will. My heart pounded in my chest.

I was so ready to become his wife. To be Mrs. Will Cartwright. I was giddy with delight.

It wasn’t long before the wedding march played. Before it all began. Before I walked down the aisle with Dad. His stripper girlfriend was grinning at us. Boy, she wore a low-cut, blue dress that showed off those assets that had captured Dad’s attention, her blonde hair framing her lovely face.

I glanced up front where Will waited. He wore his tuxedo with his light-blue cummerbund. He stood tall there, his red haircut short, high and tight. He looked so handsome. His best man and Pastor Greene were with him, but it was just Will I stared at through my gauzy veil.

I was so giddy as I reached him, feeling the vial between my breasts. I hadn’t told my husband about the drink. There was a nun present who had the technology to tell if someone was pregnant. It was a special tech their convent had developed.

This would be a perfect day.

I handed my flowers to my little sister and took my groom’s pale hands. I trembled here, feeling everyone’s eyes on us. Pastor Greene launched into his talk about marriage and love. It was all so wonderful. My heart pounded in my chest. I hardly heard the words.

The vows came. The rings. Then Pastor Greene said, “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Will raised my veil. I lifted my lips. I shuddered as he kissed me. My eyes closed as I melted into our love. We were married. One flesh now. I trembled in delight as the applause thundered over us. This was my husband.

And he would have three sex slaves.

At the reception, Evayne slips the aphrodisiac into the punch right away. Then comes the toasts, and everyone raises their drinks. The horniness would be settling in. She wants him to fuck her father’s girlfriend most of all.

That stripper GeeGee would make a perfect sex slave.

Will Cartwright
A warmth suffused through me as I led my bride out onto the dance floor. We had our first dance, and everyone was watching us for about a minute before they joined us. My parents were here, as were hers, though they were divorced. Plenty of friends and families.

A lot of young women that my wife knew. Friends of hers from college and work. Young and beautiful. They were all smiling at me as we danced. All licking their lips. They were gorgeous women. My cock was so hard.

“Mmm,” my bride purred as we finished. “Don’t be shy about ... having fun.”

“Fun?” I groaned as we finished our dance.

She nuzzled her lips into my ear and whispered, “You know, fun. If your dick slips into a few pussies, that’s fine. I’ll give you three sluts to fuck tonight. Just three.”

“Damn,” I groaned, her hands sliding down my back. “But...”

“No cock for me,” she purred. “But if I get to enjoy some of your sloppy seconds...”

“Yes!” I groaned. “You’re the best bride.”

She kissed me as I felt other women who wanted to dance with me. Her tongue wiggled around in my mouth while my cock ached. I couldn’t believe Evayne had said those words. I mean, she was a firecracker in bed. We met our freshman year of college and just hit it off. My Black bride was amazing.

I broke the kiss with her, loving how radiant she looked in white. I flicked down to her low-cut bodice, her mocha-brown breasts shown off by the white fabric and lace. Round and perky tits that I loved, but...

Women were all grinning at me to dance with me. Even Mom wore a smoky smile.

Evayne grabbed GeeGee, her father’s girlfriend, and pulled the busty blonde in her low-cut top to me. She shoved her into my arms. I groaned at how she was spilling out of her dress. She was just a sexy thing, and I was so excited to have her in my arms.

“Congratulations,” she said, her body wiggling against mine.

I shuddered as she ground on me, my wife hovering nearby. My new bride smiled as this slutty blonde practically humped against me. My dick was so hard, my hands grabbing her rump. I held her butt-cheeks through her dress.

She smiled at me, licking her lips. Her blue eyes burned with lust. Her big, fake tits pressed against my chest. She spun around and rubbed her ass into my crotch. I gasped as she felt my hardon. She wiggled her rump back and forth, massaging my cock as her hands slid mine up to her tits.

I blinked and realized my new father-in-law was watching me groping his girlfriend’s tits. I squeezed them through her dress while my wife smiled. I wasn’t even dancing any longer, just groaning as that plump ass ground on my crotch through my pants. My dick twitched so hard.

“So, you’re a stripper,” I groaned.

“I am,” she moaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, that’s how I met Evayne’s Dad. He bought a lap dance, and he was so impressive. I mean, I just rode his cock. Ooh, you feel like you have a big dick, too. You’re lucky, Evayne.”

“I know,” cooed Evayne as she moved beside us. She yanked on the front of the stripper’s dress. I gasped as suddenly I was squeezing naked tits.

I blinked as I was fondling those naked tits, and no one seemed to care. My bride smiled at me. Her words echoed in my mind. What was she up to? I squeezed those big, fake boobies, feeling the silicone implants giving them their shape.

“Oh, yes, yes,” cooed GeeGee. “I just wiggle my hips like this and ... Men shower me in cash.”

“I bet it’s more effective like this,” cooed my wife, and she yanked up the stripper’s dress so it bunched around her mid-riff. I shuddered, feeling those butt-cheeks rubbing against my dick. “And, I bet you’re skilled at fishing out a cock.”

“So skilled,” she moaned.

I shuddered as she shot her hand between us and found the zipper to my pants. She yanked it down and reached inside. She found my cock. I groaned as she yanked me out. A warm, wet cunt rubbed on it.