Chapter 16: Mind Controller’s Naughty Bride

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

The limousine pulled up the hotel where the reception would be held. A grand and regal affair. I had the entire building rented out for our use. We would spend our first night here as man and wife before setting out on our honeymoon across the world.

Natalie quivered beside me in her skimpy wedding dress that did nothing to hide her flesh. The white skirt fell open in the front to show off her shaved pussy that dripped with her juices. The tops of her thigh-high stockings were soaked with cream and jizz. She had her huge tits out, the built-in bustier of her wedding dress cradling them. A gauzy veil fell over her red hair.

And last of all, was her swollen belly. She looked pregnant. But she wasn’t. I had pumped so much cum into her asshole, that I had inflated her. She had a cum baby in her bowels. I couldn’t wait for her to force a woman to suck it all out.

I had a feeling I knew on who would get that honor.

“Oh, Sir, this is beautiful,” she said, gazing out at the hotel. She had selected where the wedding would be held, but I had chosen the reception. Even now, our guests were coming in their own vehicles to join the festivities.

Instead of the usual valets, women in red bustiers that did nothing to hide their big tits, hurried down. They had on fishnet stockings and horsetails swayed behind them, attached to the butt plugs shoved up in their asses. I had spent a good deal of time finding bitches to be punished for this evening.

Women who deserved some mild humiliation. Litterers, mutters, whiners. Their rudeness wasn’t on the likes of some of the women I had punished. They normally wouldn’t even be punished beyond a simple command to change their behavior.

One with blonde hair and ripe tits opened the door, her wedding ring flashing on her hand. She bowed. “Sir. Welcome, welcome. We are so happy to hose you and your bride’s wedding.”

I slid out and then helped Natalie out. The other valets beamed at us, standing on their stiletto heels. Two more were married women, their nipples hard and erect. Juices ran down from their freshly shaved cunts.

“Do you need any servicing, Sir?” another asked, her thighs practically wet.

“No, no,” I said, smiling.

Natalie giggled. “Horny slut.”

The valet just beamed.

Two more opened the hotel’s doors for us, their boobs jiggling in their tops. I tweaked a fat, dusky-pink nipple as I passed. The woman moaned and almost collapsed like I gave her an orgasm. We stepped into the entryway. I was utterly naked and didn’t care. A few of the maids who worked for me were here to guide the guests.

“Master, Mistress!” they cheered at us as we strode through the lush affair. “Congratulations!”

“We’re so happy!” another said, clapping her hands, her exposed tits jiggling back and forth. “Ooh, you look beautiful, Mistress.”

“And yummy.” The maid licked her lips. They didn’t have names to me. They were just maids. Things. They would serve for a year or so and then I would replace them with new bitches that had to learn the world didn’t revolve around them.

The marble floors were so shiny you could see your reflection in them. The furniture was grand and austere at the same time. No one was behind the concierge desk, the lights turned off. The elevators were silent.

We were led down a short hallway to the grand ballroom, the doors open. Music came from the band. They were set up in the corner and performing light rock. Nothing heavy, but just to have a beat of fill up the room. It had clusters of round tables that led up to the main table at the air end where we would sit. A space set for dancing lay before the table for the wedding presents.

It looked like a normal wedding reception.

All save for the women who were bound and chained to the walls on both sides of the ballroom. They were bent over, their asses out. They were here for the guests to use however they wanted. Unlike the valets, these were some bitchy women.

A couple of executives, some gold-diggers, a few models who strutted around like they owned the world, the like. They were naked and ready to be fucked, their pussies dripping wet. Each had a ball gag in their mouth so no one had to listen to their whining.

“Marvelous,” groaned my bride. She clung to my arm. “Oh, Sir, this is amazing. You have outdone yourself.”

I smiled as we headed to our table. Right there in the center were the gold placemats that had our names. “The Mind Controller” and “The Bride.” I held out the chair for Natalie. She sank down with grace, her big boobs jiggling. I took the spot beside hers.

Already, our guests were arriving. Her parents were at the front, her bitch of a sister crawling behind them. Her father held a leash connected to her collar. I was glad that the little cunt was kept in her place after all the harm she had done.

The chained girls along the wall were attracting the men. Natalie’s own father—my father-in-law, I realized—left his daughter’s leash in his wife’s hand and headed towards a brassy-haired woman with a curving rump. He just unzipped his slacks and slammed into her.

He used that cunt, punishing her for being a bitch.

He wasn’t the only one. Guys were pounding those cunts with vigorous strokes as their wives took their seats. It was such a delicious thing to witness. I smiled at it as the gaps and moans of whores being fucked rose over the chitchat echoing through the room.

Then the waitresses came out. They all had pierced nipples with heavy chains that connected to a tray resting on their stomach. They had the dishes on them, their boobs distending from the strain. They all shuddered as they moved through the room to deliver the dinner. People had their choice of salmon or quail.

I went with quail.

“Sir,” the waitress said as she approached our table with the first course, a salad. Her fat, pink nipples looked swollen beneath the strain of holding her platter. Sweat beaded her forehead. “Enjoy.”

“Mmm, thanks,” I said, staring at the freshly made salad topped with a vinaigrette sauce.

“And for you, my lady,” the waitress said, some of the strain departing her face as the weight on her nipple chains lessened.

“Sir,” groaned my wife, smiling. “Where did you find all these bitches? Ooh, you must have been scouring the city for them. And to have them pierced?”

“I had those ones found first,” I said. It took about a month for a nipple piercing to heal where they could support the weight. “You’d be amazed what sort of cunts you can find if you go to the right spots in the city.”

Natalie gave a wicked giggle then dove into her salad. “I’m starving,” she said around a mouthful of spinach and romaine lettuce.

I was hungry, too.

Guests dumped cum in the whores and returned to their seats to dig into their food. A few of the bitches, like the gold-digging cunt from the bridal shop, had to eat their food on the floor, eating out of their bowls like bitches.

I was pleased to see Natalie’s younger sister in that category.

Then came my quail and Natalie’s salmon. The waitress’s nipples were under even more strain from the added weight. They whimpered and moaned, faces twisting from the pain. I savored it, my dick throbbing hard. Natalie squirmed, smiling bright as the waitress came to us, first.

“What a delicious treat,” my wife purred. Whether in reference to the waitresses or her salmon in its reddish sauce, I didn’t know.

My quail was succulent. I was ravenous. It was a lot of work for having a wedding. Now we could relax and have even more fun. Everyone was eating, with the occasional jaunts to the whores to fuck them. The lesbian cunt who used to bully Natalie was now going from whore to whore licking and lapping up cum in their cunts.

She didn’t need to eat one of the meals we provided. She had her own source of protein for the night.

Finally, people were getting done with their course. I stood up and tapped the side of my champagne glass. It held Dom Perignon, of course. Only the best for my Natalie. Everyone looked at me. I could feel them smiling.

“Thank you all for coming to our wedding,” I said, speaking the words I had memorized. “I cannot tell you how thrilled that so many of you came to be with us on this special day. And it is special.”

I looked down at Natalie. She stared up at me, such delight brimming in her green eyes. Emotion grew in them. She fluttered a hand before her face, her big boobs jiggling. I could stare at her forever. Just gorgeous.

“I never thought I would marry anyone,” I said. “I mean, everyone but Natalie becomes my slaves. Just a single word, and I own your soul. But not Natalie. I don’t own her soul. She gave it to me. It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever received.

“Sir,” she groaned, her entire body squirming. Her cheeks went as red as her hair. The tears beaded the corner of her eyes.

“In her, I found a kindred spirit. A woman who likes to see bitches, cunts, whores, assholes, and Karens punished. She doesn’t put up with whiners, bullies, complainers, and naggers. She wants to see them disciplined and corrected. Made useful members of society instead of nasty blights that make everyone’s life around them a little more miserable.

“She is my muse. She inspires me to new acts of punishment. To be creative in how I humiliate and degrade those who deserve it. She had her own demons. Bullied by others. We punished those from her past that was the worst. They’re here tonight. One is feasting on a whore’s cum-filled cunt right now.”

Laughter echoed through the room.

Natalie giggled even as she sniffed, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks.

“But I knew there would be others how had wronged her. Other bullies who needed to be punished. So, for my bride on this very special day, I present to you one of those cunts you didn’t even know was a bitch to you.”

She blinked as I swept my hands out.

My maids opened up a door and then pulled out a woman in a collar. Other than that, she was naked. A mature woman, a MILF with big boobs. Her black hair flowed about her head, a soccer mom bob. The maids escorted her to the bridal table.

Natalie stood up, shocked. Her hands wrapped around her cum-pregnant belly. “Mrs. Anderson?” She glanced at me. “She never bullied me.”

“She failed you, didn’t she?” I asked her.

“Well, sir, I just didn’t do the work right.” Natalie bit her lip. “It ruined my GPA. I couldn’t find a good college. I was working at the gym because of that. What did she do? She didn’t ... She didn’t fail me on purpose.”

“Let’s ask her,” I said as the busty English teacher was brought trembling before us. “Mrs. Anderson, answer every one of Natalie’s questions with truth and candor.”

Natalie

I stared at my eleventh grade English teacher. I had failed that class. I just didn’t get the material that year. Mrs. Anderson had been so patient with me as she struggled to help me get it. But I never did. I never had the best grades, but that really ruined my GPA.

“Mrs. Anderson, did you fail me on purpose?” I asked, not wanting to believe it. She was such a nice teacher.

“Yes,” Mrs. Anderson answered, not looking at me.

Her answer made my stomach twist. “Yes? You failed me on purpose. I passed?”

She nodded. “You did. You would have gotten a C average. Maybe a B, but...”

“But you failed me.” Icy anger seethed in me. This need to punish her swelled in me. “Why?”

“I...” Mrs. Anderson’s big boobs jiggled. “I was always jealous of the pretty girls and marked them lower. And you ... You were so pretty that I just had to make sure you failed.”

“All while you took delight in my failure?” I demanded as I waddled around the table, my wedding veil rustling. My big, fake tits jiggled, held up by my bodice. My hands stroked my cum-pregnant belly, ideas burning in my mind. “While you hugged me when I cried and wiped my tears away? It was all a sick game to you?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Anderson moaned. Tears fell down her cheeks.

“You fucking cunt!” I hissed. “You disgusting, petty, mean bitch!” My hands itched.

“Here, Mistress,” one of the maids said and pressed a wooden ruler into my grip.

I felt it and smiled. Just the thing to discipline the naughty teacher. My pussy clenched. My asshole brimmed with the Man’s cum. I had to be careful, or his seed would all cum gushing out of my bowels. I wanted that to happen at the right time.

I stared at Mrs. Anderson. She had a leash and a collar around her neck. I smiled and took it. I stared at the man on the other side of the table, his cock thrusting out hard before him. He had a big grin on his face.

I handed him the leash. “Sir, if you would be so kind.”

“Anything for my bride,” he said and yanked hard on the leash.

Mrs. Anderson gasped as she stumbled towards the table. She hit it and bent over, her large breasts piled into the white table cloth. Her ass aimed at me. A thick, black bush adorned her cunt, hiding her nasty twat.

The Man put his had down on her shoulder blades, holding her in place. He could just order her to not move, but it was more fun to restrain her. To watch her fight and struggle against it as I spanked her ass so hard with the ruler.

“How many girls did you flunk?” I demanded.

“Six,” she moaned. “But there were thirty or more whom I kept from having good grades. I had to be careful, you know?”

“Right, right, wouldn’t want everyone to know that sweet and loving Mrs. Anderson was a vindictive bitch jealous of all the young cunts. Tell me, how often does your husband cheat on you with younger women.”

“All the time,” she hissed. “He’s a college professor. He’s always fucking his coeds. You would have been just the type of girl he was looking before you go that boob job.”

“I guarantee, your husband is going to get all the pussy he wants. I think you’re going to be on cleanup duty.” I glanced at him. “You will be your husband’s teaching assistant. You will pick the prettiest girls to fuck him and then lick their cunts clean of his jizz when he’s done. You will never touch yourself. Never frig yourself. Never let anyone touch you in that way. You will never have another orgasm again.”

“Why would I do that?” gasped the woman.

“Because you feel guilty for all that you’ve done,” I said and tapped the ruler on the palm of my hand. “No, wait, that would mean you weren’t a vindictive bitch. Which you are. So you will do it because my new husband will whisper these commands in your ear and you will have to obey them.”

“Yes, you will,” said the Man. “And you will hate every moment because you know they are younger than you. Prettier than you. That your husband would rather fuck them than you. You will never leave him. Oh, no, you are his pussy cleaner. That’s your only job. You’re not good enough to the teacher. Understand?”

“Y-yes, sir,” she moaned.

“Good,” I hissed and swung the ruler.

CRACK!

The stinging sound it made echoed through the ballroom. A stripe of red appeared across her ass. It was something so beautiful. So wonderful. My cunt clenched to witness it.

“Fuck!” She moaned as her welt puckered up. “Oh, fuck, that hurt.”

“That’s the point,” I cooed. “Fail me, cunt?”

CRACK!

It was so satisfying to spank her rump. To slap my ruler across her ass. To hear how she groaned and shuddered. My cunt clenched. Heat rippled through me. I had a big grin on my face as I drew back for the next one.

CRACK!

Our guests groaned in delight. The maids who escorted her out nodded their sanctification. The Man’s dick throbbed and ached as she held Mrs. Anderson pinned down. He watched with heated eyes as I drew back again.

CRACK!

“Oh, my fucking god!” the bitch howled, her ass clenching. “That hurts. Oh, god, I’m so sorry, Natalie.”

“Are you?” I asked.

Her face scrunched up. “No. I’m just sorry I got caught.”

I smiled. That was the perfect answer. I felt no guilt about spanking her hard.

CRACK!

That wonderful sound made my pussy clench. My cum-pregnant belly quivered while my big boobs heaved. Red welts stripped her asscheeks. I drew back and spanked her again.

CRACK!

And again.

CRACK!

My ruler fell.

CRACK!

Over and over!

CRACK!

“Shit!” she howled, tears spilling down her eyes. “I’m so sorry! Please, please, I was a cunt. A bitch.”

“A vindictive whore?”

CRACK!

“YEEEEES!” she screamed, her ass clenching tight.

“What are you?” I asked her, rubbing the ruler over her welted asshole.

“I’m a ... a ... petty woman.”

CRACK!

“That’s it?” I demanded. “Petty?”

CRACK!

She bucked again, held down by the Man. The audience booed.

“Tell her you’re a cunt?”

“Fail my daughter, whore?” Mom shouted. “You’re a vindictive cunt. I want to whip your ass with a coat hanger.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy, whip her ass!” my sister moaned. “She’s worse than me.”

“Quiet, whore,” Daddy snapped at my little sister. “Cunt, you’re lucky that’s my daughter holding the ruler. I would break it on your ass for failing her.”

I smiled at the support of my family. I was glad my parents and even my bitch of a sister were here.

“So what are you?” I asked Mrs. Anderson.

CRACK!

“The pain stops when you confess.”

“I’m a ... a ... a vindictive bitch!” She shuddered. “A terrible, petty, disgusting educator that was full of jealousy. All you young things with your nubile bodies were seducing my husband. And ... and ... I should have stepped things up, instead I punished those who did nothing wrong. That makes me a bitch. A cunt. I reveled in your tears. I took such pathetic satisfaction. Only a worm would do that. A slug. A thing crawling in the muck. I’m so sorry, Natalie.”

“Really?”

“Yes!” she sobbed, meaning it now. She wailed and trembled on the table which made my pussy burn. “I’m a terrible cunt.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” I demanded. “Are you going to suck all the cum out of my asshole like the filthy whore you are? Or...?”

CRACK!

“Do I have to keep punishing you?”

“I’ll suck all the cum out of your asshole,” she moaned.

“Yeah, you will, whore!” a man shouted.

“Get on those knees and start sucking on my daughter’s asshole,” Mom purred.

“Just suck all that cum out of her,” purred one of the maids.

“I love licking cum out of assholes,” the lesbian groaned. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her sidle up to another whore and start licking at another creampie.

“Do it and hate every moment of it,” the Man said, releasing her. “You deserve it for the terrible shit you did to my bride.”

Mrs. Anderson rose, her face stained in tears. Her big boobs jiggled as she moved behind me. I set the ruler on the table then braced against it. I smiled at the Man. He watched me with hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips.

“I love you, Sir,” I moaned. “I love you so much.”

He winked at me.

Mrs. Anderson hiked up my skirt. I groaned as she threw it over my hips. Then her hands parted my butt-cheeks. I groaned as she did that. She dug her fingers into my butt-cheeks and nuzzled in, whimpering.

“Oh, god, you have jizz on your butthole.”

“I have so much jizz in my asshole,” I moaned, feeling my swollen belly. “The Mind Controller inflated me for ... This!” I smiled at him. “You know I would do this! That’s why you did it.”

“I figured,” he said. He leaned forward and cupped my face. “Enjoy.”

He kissed me on the lips right as she nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks and latched onto my aching asshole. Her lips felt so soft and warm on my naughty hole. She sucked on me. I groaned, my pussy clenching.

The cum rose out of my asshole.

I broke the kiss with the Man and smiled. I loved as she groaned at the sour-flavored jizz spilling into her mouth. I whimpered in delight as the cum poured out of me. I felt it flowing through my bowels.