Chapter 15: A Mind-Controlled Wedding

Note: This story was commissioned by n1one years ago. Enjoy.

I stood at the altar awaiting my bride.

The preacher’s wife sucked on my cock. She nursed on my dick, not trying to make me cum, but just giving me the pleasure of her wonderful mouth. She knelt naked before me, nursing on my cock thrusting out of the fly of my tuxedo. My big shaft filled her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit.

Mrs. Steele had a wonderful mouth. The MILF was born to suck cock. I had to teach her, but that was at thrill all on its own. I smiled as I felt her suckling with such hunger on my cock. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my dick. She nursed with passion on me.

She had to.

Her husband stood in his black suit and starched, white collar. He groped himself like the pathetic, little cuckold he’d become. He squeezed himself as he watched his wife nurse on my cock like it was the greatest delight in the world.

Her sloppy sucks and moans echoed through the magnificent cathedral. My city had a lot of old churches, and this was a magnificent one to behold. The one Natalie wanted to be married in. She was so excited about it.

But Reverend Steele turned out to be a judgmental prick about sex, so I turned his wife into a whore.

During Sunday service while he preached his sermons on abstinence, the men of the congregations paid to fuck her. All proceeds went to the church. I heard their donations were even up. Able to fund so many projects thanks to Mrs. Steele’s cheating cunt, married asshole, and whorish mouth.

Of course, Reverend Steele was humiliated by how much it turned him on. I heard he would start masturbating during the middle of the sermon while three men fucked his wife in the back, using all her holes at once.

But he would be on his best behavior. No whipping out his cock and ruining this special day.

Excitement rushed through me. Today, I married the only woman in the world for me. The only woman who understood me and, for some quirk of fate, was immune to my powers. Or, maybe, her desires were so in line with mine that whatever I wanted, she did, too. But it never seemed like I controlled her.

She loved punishing bitches. Kinky sex turned her on. She had such a loving heart, too. Maybe that was why bullies so offended her. She was the opposite of them. She wanted only the best for people and they constantly disappointed her.

I wouldn’t.

I gazed out at the attendance. So many familiar faces. Natalie’s mother and whore of a sister sat in the front row. Her father, of course, would be walking her down the aisle. Those two cunts from the movie theater were here along with their owners, the two ugliest boys at their schools. One girl was dressed like a sex slave, nipples pierced, ball gag in her mouth, a butt plug tail thrusting out of her asshole, the other looked like a wife happily cuddled up beside the man she loved.

I smiled at that.

The plastic surgeon who had done such amazing work on Natalie’s boob job sat with two busty MILFs beside him. They had his work on display, their dresses cut to show off their huge tits. Those breasts were even bigger than Natalie’s. Mr. Goldberg, now free of his gold-digging wife, had two barely legal cuties on his arm. He’s clearly enjoying that he’s super rich. Mrs. Goldberg knelt like a bitch before her new owner nearby, her hands behind her back and her mouth around her master’s cock. Bridezilla was there with her husband, the two looking quite happy. She had made her wedding weight.

I liked to make positive changes in peoples’ lives.

Many of the women from the gym where here, some with their husbands. They were all in great shape. I was glad that they were here to support Natalie. They were all such wonderful women. Only one cunt that day had deserved to be a bitch.

Did Natalie and I still own that whore? Or had we traded her? It was so easy to lose track of bitches. I got bored of them so easily. But there were always new ones to find.

Speaking of bitches, the lesbian cunt who bullied Natalie sat between those two twin sisters. They had the cunt collared and a chain connected to a nose ring. I was glad they were keeping her on a short leash. She deserved it.

Capping each pew was the living asses. They lined the aisle, whores with their asses thrust up in the air and gorgeous bouquets, all designed by Natalie, shoved into their cunts. One of them was that florist bitch who thought she could bully my bride-to-be on her flower selection for our wedding. The living vases all didn’t move more than to breathe, posed just right. They filled the air with their own perfume as well as the lowers.

“Oh, Master, this will be such a beautiful day,” one of the maids said.

I didn’t have any friends, didn’t need any, but I did have maids. They were women who were not the worst bitches in the world. So they didn’t need more than spending a year or so in servitude to me as a lesson. Three of them stood with me as my “grooms”

“She’s going to be so beautiful,” the second maid said. She’d been there the day I had to deal with Bridezilla.

“You’re going to love her wedding dress,” gushed the last maid. “Oh, she looked so radiant in the fitting.”

I grinned, nodding. The seamstress and her daughter where here, the two cuddled up. They were lovers now, a team working at their bridal shop. I was glad that they had found pleasure after having to deal with Bridezilla.

The wedding march started playing.

Mrs. Steele sucked harder at my cock. She nursed with hunger on my dick as the sounds signifying the promise of love and fidelity echoed through the church. The whore nursed with hunger, eager to swallow my cum before her husband. She’d never sucked his cock once.

She never would, either. He wasn’t allowed to touch her. If he thought sex was disgusting, all he would get was masturbation.

The ring-bearer appeared, a bitch crawling forward. She had blonde hair and large tits that swayed beneath her. A butt plug tail thrust out of her rump and swished behind her. A headband with triangular doggy ears thrust out of her hair. She wore a collar, of course, but no leash. Her tags jangled.

I smiled. It was the bitch from the gym. We did still own her. How perfect. The first woman Natalie and I every punished. I should make sure to never get rid of this bitch. My dick ached in Mrs. Steele’s hungry mouth.

Everyone in the church watched her crawl forward. People who had done the right thing mixed in with people I had reformed. A fat bitch who was now skinny for her husband. Slave-wives who understood their places. Businesswomen who thought possessing an MBA from Harvard made them better than anyone else. I had several girls in the restrooms to be urinals for the guests, drinking down all their piss.

It was a perfect day.

When the crawling bitch reached the midpoint, the flower girl appeared. The gymnast bitch who thought she was the best because her mother kept making excuses for her. I smiled as her mother appeared behind her holding a crop.

“Back straighter, you stupid slut!” hissed the mother.

CRACK!

The flower girl jumped, her breasts bouncing as the stinging welt echoed through the church. I smiled at the sound. The girl whimpered and tossed her white and pink flower petals before her while she took her measured steps.

“You’re moving too fast, whore!”

CRACK!

“Step with grace. You used to be a gymnast! God, you can’t even walk!”

CRACK!

The audience groaned. My dick throbbed harder in the reverend’s wife’s sucking mouth. She nursed with passion on me, bobbing up and down as the Wedding March continued playing. The bitch reached the altar and crawled up beside me.

“Good girl,” I said, scratching at her blonde hair between her ears.

She barked in delight, knowing full well a bitch never spoke. A bitch wasn’t human, but a filthy dog.

“You’re throwing too many flowers!”

CRACK!

“Why do I have to have the most useless fucking daughter in the world?”

“S-sorry, Mother,” sobbed the flower girl as she tossed more flowers. Tears spilled down her cheeks.

I grinned at that. My dick twitched every time the stinging crack echoed through the church. I loved how the flower girl flinched, her breasts jiggling. More tears spilled down her cheeks. Her mother wasn’t holding back.

CRACK!

“You’re slouching again. Keep that fucking back straight, or I’ll jam a dildo so long up your cunt, it’ll force you to have good posture.”

CRACK!

“Y-yes, M-mother,” the girl said, straightening her back. Petals fluttered before her.

The “bridesmaids” appeared. True maids in their sexy French Maid uniforms. They all had big tits that jiggled and heaved as they headed down the aisle, passing the living vases and their wonderful bouquets thrusting out of their whore cunts.

All the maids were lovely, of course. They had puffy skirts and frilly lace hems, the dark thigh-high stocking whisking on their legs. They had a sway to them, drawing the eye of every man here. Those with sex slaves all were getting blowjobs now.

Mrs. Steele had competition.

The flower girl reached the altar and moved to the bride’s side, her ass a mass of red welts. Her mother sat down and gave her a warning look. The girl silently cried as she faced out at the audience. She gripped her basket, naked tits heaving.

“Master,” the “bridesmaids” murmured as they swayed by.

I smacked the last one on the ass. She giggled in delight and spun around. “Is the reverend’s whore doing a good job sucking your dick, Master?”

“She’s just perfect,” I said, gripping a handful of hair.

Then the music grew louder. The fanfare announced my bride’s appearance. I swallowed and sucked in a breath. I was eager to see her in all her glory. My orgasm swelled in my balls now, the anticipation building and building the pressure.

Mrs. Steele sucked with all her might. The married woman craved to have my cum to erupt down her throat. To flood her with all that spunk. My balls tightened. I groaned as the pleasure threatened to explode in me.

Natalie stepped into view on her father’s arm.

“Fuck!” I growled as I erupted in the slut’s mouth.

The reverend’s wife gulped down my cum while I groaned. The pleasure slammed through me as I focused on my radiant Natalie. Clad in white, her dress was stunning. She stood there, letting everyone breathe in the sight of her.

Pleasure slammed through my body at how deliciously low-cut her dress was. The bodice showed off nearly all of her large, fake tits, the cloth hanging off her shoulders and cupping her boobs into two lush mounds. The gown fit her tight in the torso but the skirts were divided in the front, falling to show off the snowy thigh-high stocking she wore and...

Nothing else.

I could see her shaved pubic mound.

The skirt fell down the back and sides of her legs, a train behind her. The seamstress had done amazing work. I drank in the sight, staring at her face covered by her veil. I pumped load after load of cum into the reverend’s wife. She gulped it down.

My mind melted beneath the bliss. A smile grew and grew on my face as I stared at my bride. Joy burst through me along with the pleasure. Today, I wed her. I drew in a deep breath as I pumped the last of my cum into Mrs. Steele’s hungry mouth.

This was a perfect day.

Natalie

My father walked me down the aisle. I smiled as the Man finished cumming in Mrs. Steele’s mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and then she knew what to do. She turned around, stood up, and bent over. He grabbed her hips and plunged into her pussy.

“Yes!” she screamed over the music.

I shuddered at that delight.

My breasts jiggled in my low-cut blouse. Mrs. Sachburg and her daughter, Hannah, had done amazing work on my wedding dress. I smiled at them as I passed them cuddled up together. My pussy clenched, juices trickling down my thighs. I was so excited.

The living vases were perfect, their cunts shaved. Over the flower’s perfume, I could smell hot pussies as I passed them one after the other. I beamed the entire time, the world hazy through my veil. This was perfect.

The Man kept his dick buried in Mrs. Steele’s cunt. The reverend’s wife made such a compliant whore thanks to the Man’s abilities. I was so lucky to be his. And soon, it would be official. I would be his wife.

Joy surged through me.

Everyone stared at me with lust or envy. Or both. I drank it in. All the women wanted him, but I was the one he loved. All the men wanted to fuck me, but only the Man could touch me like that. I could enjoy my body.

I passed my mother and sister. The little whore had earned the money to support our parents and fly them out. They had a donation drive on the plane. She spent five hours getting fucked in the back, just on her knees taking dick after dick. Even the pilots gave her a poke.

Then I was at the Man.

“You’re so beautiful, Natalie,” my dad said, squeezing my hands. Then he handed me off to the Man. “Take care of her, Sir.”

“I will,” the Man said and took my hands.

I stepped up before the bent over woman. The reverend’s wife nuzzled her face right into my crotch and started licking at my twat. At her angle, she could lick the front of my pussy, especially my clit. She slid over that bud over and over again.

I gripped the Man’s hands hard, shuddering at the feel of marred slut’s tongue caressing over my clit again and again. He grinned at me, his cock buried to the hilt in the woman’s cunt. I shuddered, drinking in the delight.

“Love is what brings us together,” said the reverend. “The love between a man and his woman. A promise between the two to forsake all other and be bound together.”

I giggled as the reverend’s wife licked at my cunt, her hips wiggling to stir her cunt around another man’s dick. I loved this so much. Reverend Steele had to give his usual sermon while my groom and I savored using his woman.

“It can be a challenge, but fidelity brings its rewards.” He groped his cock through his black slacks, staring at his wife pleasuring us. “It’s own joys. When you grow your love—when you nurture it—the crop you reap will sustain you through the hard times.”

“Mmm,” purred the wife. “Such a good cunt. Ooh, that dick. That dick is so big. I’m going to cum hard on that dick.”

The Man winked at me.

I giggled back, gripping his hands tight as the reverend continued his sermon. My hips undulated, grinding my clit on Mrs. Steele’s mouth. Her lips rubbed over my clit. Her tongue brushed it. Each one brought me closer and closer to cumming.

My pussy dripped more and more juices as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. Before all our friends and family, we cuckolded the asshole reverend. We used his wife as he married us. The thrill of it rushed through me.

I could feel his envy. His lust. His humiliation. His emotions were all so satisfying after the way he acted.

“I’m going to drown you with pussy cream, slut,” I moaned. “Mmm, yes, yes, just keep licking.”

“Drown her,” my groom said.

“I will,” I moaned, glancing at the reverend who was reciting that famous bible verse about love.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

It was all those things. I had found them with the Man. I beamed at him, my clit throbbing and aching. The pressure swelled and swelled in me. I came closer and closer to that moment of eruption. To cumming on her face.

“The rings,” the reverend said as I ground my clit into his wife’s hungry lips. She nursed on me. The Man pumped his hips, quick stabs into the whore’s cunt.

The bitch from the gym—her name started with a B, I think—lifted up the pillow and barked in delight. I smiled at her as my groom and I each took the ring we would give to the other. The symbol of the bow we would make today.

“Before the sight of almighty God,” the reverend said, “these two come together to join in holy matrimony.” He glanced at me, his face twisting in humiliation. He nodded at me.

“I, Natalie Meyers, do solemnly swear to take the Mind Controller as my lawfully wedded husband. To love and honor, to cherish and obey, in sickness and health, through the good times and the bad, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.”

I slipped it over his finger as the reverend’s wife sucked hard on my clit. My cunt clenched. The pleasure rose and rose in me. I whimpered as I seated the gold band on his digit. I shuddered, the bliss swelling and swelling in me.

“I do solemnly swear to take Natalie Meyers as my lawfully wedded wife. To love and honor, to cherish and protect, in sickness and health, through the good times and the bad, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed.”

He slipped the band over my finger, pressing it against my engagement band.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped and came.

“By the power invested in me by God and the State of New York, I now pronounce you man and wife,” the reverend groaned wild I gushed juices on his wife’s mouth. “You may now kiss the bride.”

My husband—the Man was my husband now!—lifted my veil. Stars twinkled across my vision. The pleasure blazed through my body. It washed out of my cunt and splashed against my mind. I gasped and moaned, my boobs bouncing. My groom leaned forward, his hips pumping away at the whore.

“Yes!” he growled, slamming into her.

I knew he pumped her with cum as he kissed me for the first time as his wife. I closed my eyes, savoring my husband kissing me with such passion. He growled into it. I could feel the strength of his pleasure.

My own rippled through me. My body trembled as the ecstasy washed out of my cunt. Juices flooded into the whore’s mouth. The audience watched us, drinking in the moment of our climaxes. I heard a few men grunting.

I hoped they dumped their jizz down their sex slaves throats.

The reverend’s wife lapped up the cream gushing out of me. She dragged her tongue across my pussy folds, brushing my clit. She moaned, too. I bet she was cumming on the Man’s cock, her cheating cunt working out all his jizz.

I felt so dizzy as I hit the peak of my orgasm. I cupped my husband’s face, kissing him with passion. My tongue danced with his. He growled and then broke the kiss. I gasped and moaned, my orgasm hitting its peak.

“You are radiant, my wife,” he said.

“My husband,” I moaned. “Oh, Sir, you’re my husband.”

He grinned at me. “Yes, I am. I love you, Natalie.”

Squealing in delight, I came on Mrs. Steele’s mouth again and kissed him hard.

I pulled out of the reverend’s wife. I had to do more than just kiss my bride. I had to fuck her. I had to claim her before all the watchers. I had to show them that she was mine utterly. To the very core. My dick ached as I broke the kiss.

Natalie whimpered and groaned. I swear she was cumming again. She cupped my face as I moved closer to her, walking down the side of the bent over reverend’s wife. I scooped my bride up into my arms, her dress rustling.

The scent of her sweet pussy filled my nose. I kissed her. Her tongue danced with mine. The reverend’s wife fell to her knees and the bitch got her reward. She was a good hound. She buried her mouth into Mrs. Steele’s cunt and lapped up the cunt.

“I want to be her right now,” moaned that lesbian bitch. I made her crave licking pussies full of cum.

“Reverend, you can jerk off to your wife getting her cunt eaten out,” I said. “Maids, have fun.”

We brought six maids, three to stand with each of us. A “bridesmaid” and a “groomsmaid” came together and kissed as they sank to the floor. The flower girl whimpered then her mother barked a command at her.

“Yes, Mother!” she squeaked and rushed to her.

“You better do a good job, whore!” spat the mother. “I will whip that ass raw if you don’t.”

“I’ll be an amazing pussy-licker this time, Mother!” the flower girl wailed.