Laurie adjusted her veil nervously for the tenth time as the door opened.

“Well, Steph ... how do I l-” The young bride glanced in the mirror and froze with terror.

“T-Terri ... hello...” Terri was Steve’s ex-girlfriend. Usually referred to as “the psycho bitch” during their private conversations ... and with good reason. Terri had made Laurie and Steve’s lives a living hell ever since they’d gotten together. What’s she doing HERE? Laurie wondered.

“Hi there, Lauren.” Inwardly, Laurie cringed. She hated being called by the formal version of her name ... which in all likelihood was exactly why Terri insisted on calling her by it.

The bride looked the other woman over. Terri was clad in a black leather miniskirt, with a matching halter top, hose and leather boots--the ultimate counterpoint to Laurie’s white gown, veil, hose and pumps. “Terri ... wh-what are you d-d-doing here?” The young woman tried to keep her fear in check--the crazy bitch could smell fear, Laurie knew--but nevertheless she was frightened badly, just by being in the same room alone with Terri.

But the blonde psychopath seemed rational enough. “I just came here to watch you marry my man.”

Laurie sighed inwardly, not sure how to respond to this. Since Terri seemed to actually be in a rational, non-homicidal mood, Laurie tried that tack. “Terri ... please ... Steve isn’t your man anymore ... Please understand that. Y-you broke up...”

The monster suddenly, and without warning, came to the surface. “No,” Terri’s eyes blazed angrily as she took a step toward Laurie, who cringed. Don’t show fear! she chided herself, mentally forcing herself to stand her ground as Terri continued. “WE didn’t break up. HE broke up with me. He left me for you.” Then she was calm. “But that’s not why I came here. I actually came here to wish you well ... and to help you get ready for your wedding.”

Laurie didn’t believe the woman for a second, but civility required that she acknowledge. “Thank you ... but I don’t need any help.”

Terri pouted. “You don’t? But don’t you want me to share in such a joyous occasion?”

“No ... I’m sorry, Terri. There’s just been too much water under the bridge.” The understatement of the year, Laurie thought, as she reflected on the events of the past several months:

Laurie coming home after a date with Steve, a date during which they’d bumped into Terri at the theater. The sheets of Laurie’s bed sliced up with a razor blade, and the word “MINE” written in red lipstick on the pillow...

The rainy night driving home from work, and the car which had followed no more than five feet behind Laurie’s the entire drive...

The numerous late night phone calls...”I wonder how well that man’s gonna be able to protect you against a dozen men with baseball bats?” ... or “Steve’s had a little accident ... tsk ... tsk ... tsk ... driving too fast for conditions” or numerous other threats or attempts to terrify Laurie...

The tires on Laurie’s Miata slashed, and the word “DIE” scrawled in lipstick on the windshield, just three weeks ago...

Though they couldn’t prove any of it, there was little, if any, doubt about the perpetrator’s identity. And now, the crazy bitch was here...

Laurie collected herself. “I think it would be best for all of us if you’d leave...”

“You think so?”

The girl looked genuinely forlorn ... so much so, that Laurie actually felt a pang of sorrow for her. “Yes ... I think that would be best.”

The monster showed itself again. “Is that how it works? You just go and shove those,” Terri violently waved her arm at Laurie’s chest, “in my boyfriend’s face, and then he’s no longer mine?”

Laurie’s breasts were only slightly larger than Terri’s ... and besides, it had been a pair of kitchen knives thrown in Steve’s direction which had prompted his decision--not a pair of boobs. The redhead thought about pointing this out, but thought better of it.

“Terri ... please leave...”

The blonde laughed. “Please? Oh ... please! Are you begging? Is that what this is, Lauren?” She lowered her voice. “If you’re going to beg, the right way to do it would be to get on your knees.”

“N-no ... I’m not begging...” Laurie protested.

“Good,” Terri smirked, “because I’m not leaving...”

The redhead sighed. “Terri ... plea--” She stopped herself, then began again. “Don’t make me have you thrown out.”

“Thrown out? THROWN OUT?” Terri giggled. Just then, her portable phone went off. “Yes?” she spoke into the phone, a wide smile lighting her face. “Hold that thought,” she whispered to Laurie as she listened.

“Terrific. Put her on, please.” A brief pause. “Hello, Stephanie. I’m here with your sister. Say hello to her.” She offered the phone to Laurie, grinning wickedly and triumphantly. “There’s someone who’d like to talk to you, Lauren!”

Uncomprehending, Laurie took the phone from Terri. “Hello?”

From the other end of the phone, Laurie heard the unmistakable whimper of her 17-year old sister. “Laurie ... they ... they tricked me ... they won’t let me go ... PLEASE HELP ME...”

Terri snatched the phone away and terminated the connection.

“What--” Laurie was in shock. Steph had been right here, not ten minutes ago! “What have you done? Terri, what have you done????”

“I’ve kidnapped your sister, you dumb cunt,” Terri replied shortly. “Well ... actually several friends of mine did.”

“OH GOD NO--” Laurie screamed. Terri responded by punching her soundly in the stomach. “Oooooooooof!”

“Keep your voice down, bitch,” snarled Terri.

Laurie began sobbing. “Please leave Steph out of this, Terri ... oh god please...”

This made Terri smile even more. “Why, Lauren. Are you ... BEGGING?”

The redhead bride didn’t hesitate. “Yes ... I’m begging you, Terri ... don’t hurt my little sister ... she has nothing to do with this ... please...”

She was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. “Laurie? Is everything all right in there?” Laurie recognized the voice of Samantha, one of her bridesmaids.

“Answer her,” Terri hissed as she dug her nails into Laurie’s arm. Laurie hesitated. “Answer her ... or so help me, you’ll be getting pieces of your sister in the mail for the next three months...”

Laurie knew that the crazy woman meant every word of it. “Y-yes ... Samantha ... everything’s fine...” the terrified bride choked.

“We heard someone scream,” Samantha offered through the door.

Terri’s gaze burned into Laurie.

“It ... everything’s f-f-fine...” Laurie assured her friend. “I ... I thought I s-saw a mouse.”

“Oh...” Samantha sounded relieved. “Well ... the cameraman is here.”

“Um ... I’m ... not quite r-ready...” Laurie stammered, her eyes on Terri, who gestured toward the door. “Um ... OK ... Sam ... s-send him in...”

When the man entered the brideroom, Laurie immediately saw that it was NOT the man whom she and Steve had hired to videotape the wedding. This man was much younger, and much scruffier looking ... in other words, the typical sort of person whom Terri hung out with. The bride’s fears were confirmed when Terri walked up to the newcomer and kissed him full on the mouth.

“Hi, Mark! Thanks so much for coming! Just set up and get started anytime...”

“What’s going on?” Laurie wanted to know.

“You didn’t start without me, did you?” Mark asked, ignoring the bride.

“Nahhhhh,” Terri smiled. “Our lovely bride and I were just getting better acquainted...” The blonde ran her hand across Laurie’s cheek through the translucent material of her veil. “Isn’t that right, hon?”

“Terri ... what’s going on? Please ... my sister...”

“Oh ... yes. We were discussing your sister, weren’t we?” She snarled. “The little bitch is with several of my close friends. That’s all you need to know.”

“What ... what do you want with her? Terri?” Tears were freely flowing down the young bride’s cheeks now.

“Truthfully, I have no interest in her,” Terri lied. “I have her as insurance, to make sure you do everything you’re told today.”

“You want me to stop the wedding,” Laurie realized.

“No, not at all,” Terri explained, “I know I can’t stand in the way of TRUE LOVE” --she spat the words out-- “but I CAN show Steve what a filthy slut he’s chosen.”

“Please ... Terri, don’t do this...”

“I am doing it, honey.” Mark now had the camera set up. “Ready to go? Great. Now, Lauren ... why don’t we get back to that ‘begging’. Over here. On your knees.”

“Terri ... please ... let her go...”

“Get down on the floor, Lauren.”

“W-will you let Steph go if I do?”

“Hmmmm ... maybe, if you’re convincing enough, I’ll allow her to remain in one piece ... get down there.”

Laurie reluctantly got down on her trembling knees. “Terri--”

“Lower,” the blonde interrupted. “I want you to beg at my feet. Come on! Or do I need to call them back?” The redhead obediently lowered her head; she was now on level with Terri’s boots. Half the floor of the small brideroom was covered with white, flowing wedding gown. Laurie looked up at the cruel blonde standing over her. How had her wedding day come to this?

“P-please ... let Steph go ... I ... I’ll stop this wedding ... you ... you can have Steve back, Terri!”

“I told you, I don’t want him back. Not after he’s been with a whore like you, Lauren.” She considered the helpless bride. “Beg some more.”

“Terri, please ... I’ll do anything ... please don’t hurt my sister ... please, I’m begging you...”

“And why shouldn’t I hurt her, Lauren? Isn’t she a whore, just like you?”

Laurie shook her head “No...” she whimpered.

“I’ll bet she is,” Terri mused. “I’ll bet she helped you take Steve away from me...”

“No!”

“She did it, didn’t she, Lauren? You and her teamed up ... you shoved your big tits in his face ... and little sis got on her knees, didn’t she?” A small smile played at the corners of Terri’s mouth. She was loving this.

“Noooo...” Laurie wailed. “She didn’t do anything ... I did it ... I TOOK HIM FROM YOU OH PLEASE DON’T HURT HER TERRI ... IT WAS ALL MEEEEEEEE...” The bride’s voice broke.

Terri smiled triumphantly as the truth came out. She also breathed a very slight sigh of relief. For some time now, there had been a shadow of a doubt in her mind--had Steve left her because of the way she was ... unthinkable as that might seem? But now she’d found that her initial theory was correct ... Steve had been stolen from her. The blame was not hers ... it rested squarely on the shoulders of the young bride-to-be lying in supplication before her.

“Beg some more.”

“P-PLEASE FOR GOD’S SAKE TERRI--”

“No ... not like that. Kiss my feet, Lauren.”

Humbly, Laurie began kissing Terri’s boots.

“That’s it. C’mon, lift up that veil so we can see you. Mark, get that camera in closer. My, what a beautiful bride,” Terri mocked. “Say something for the camera, Lauren...”

The redhead looked up, her tear-soaked green eyes pleading into the camera. “Please...”

Terri kicked her lightly on the cheek. “Say something *I* would want you to say.”

“I ... I st-stole Steve from y-you...” Laurie choked. “I’m s-such a s-slut and ... and ... n-now ... I’m b-b-begging for forgiveness ... oh please don’t do anything to my sister, Terri...”

“How did you steal him from me?” Terri wanted to know.

“Pleeeeeease...” Laurie wailed desperately.

“Answer me, you stupid bitch,” Terri ordered curtly, “or I swear I’ll dial this phone and have your sister pulling a train...” Laurie mouthed the word NO, but no sound came out. “How did you steal my man from me?”

“I ... I used m-my big tits...” Laurie cried.

“Show us. Play with them.”

Laurie obediently began fondling her breasts through the material of her wedding gown. All the while her face was mashed against Terri’s boot, kissing it.

“Oh ... yes. I can see why any man would want those.” Terri leaned over and gave each of Laurie’s breasts a rough squeeze. “So nice and firm. Hmmmm ... I’m so jealous, Lauren! And you know how upset I am when I’m jealous...”

“N ... no ... T-T-Terri ... yours ... um ... yours are j-just as good...”

“Oh, really! So you do like my tits. Are you bi, Lauren?”

“No,” Laurie shook her head emphatically.

“I’ll bet you are. I’ll bet you’re hoping I’m going to fuck you.”

“No ... I’M HOPING YOU’LL JUST LEAVE ME AND MY SISTER AND MY HUSBAND ALO--” Laurie sputtered to a stop as Terri’s boot pressed down on her windpipe.

“Keep it down, I said. No, I’m not going to leave you alone. EVER. Second, Steve’s not ‘your husband’. Steve is ‘the man you stole from Terri’. Don’t let me ever hear you refer to him as your ‘husband’ again ... before or after the wedding.” After the wedding ... that meant that the crazy woman meant to continue this torment indefinitely ... as new horror dawned in Laurie’s eyes, Terri continued her cruelty. “Oh, yes. You will be getting married today, as planned. Although I wouldn’t bet on it being a ‘white wedding’.” Laurie bristled with fear. “I didn’t say stop. Keep worshipping my feet. Clean my boot, bitch. Use your tongue.”

Though she was utterly repulsed, Laurie complied for Steph’s sake. Besides, she thought, there are worse things she could ask me to lick ... and probably will, very soon. Mark thoroughly documented with the camera as the bride exhaustively licked Terri’s knee-high leather boots.

When she’d finished her nasty task, Laurie looked up hopefully. Please end this, she implored with her eyes.

“You’re not finished yet,” Terri said matter-of-factly as she settled into a chair. Laurie looked at her tormentor in confusion until Terri explained, “The soles...”

“Terri ... please ... this has gone far en--” Lauren froze at the sound of the blonde psychopath’s portable phone being dialed.

“Hmmmm ... I wonder which hole they’ll use first?”

Laurie quickly began licking the bottom of Terri’s boot. The taste was awful, and it seemed that the cruel bitch must have deliberately stepped in any mud and filth she could possibly find on the way to the church. But Terri had put the phone back down ... and that was what counted! Steph was what counted, Laurie reminded herself.

“What a good little bride-bitch you are, Lauren! I wonder how good you use that tongue for other things?”

In horror, Laurie kept right on licking Terri’s boot. From her perspective at Terri’s feet, it was plainly apparent that the blonde had no underwear on ... and there could be no mistaking what Terri had meant by her remark.

“Lauren ... it’s time to move on...” Terri pulled her feet away.

“Please ... will you let my sister go now?” Laurie sniffled hopefully.

Terri ignored her plea. “Time to put you to real use. Get that lovely tongue between my legs, Lauren.”

Laurie shook her head. “Please ... I can’t...”

Terri picked up her phone again and started dialing.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Laurie screamed and reached for the phone. Terri responded by planting her foot squarely in the bride’s midsection and kicking her several feet backward. As Laurie gasped for air, her captor dialed the phone.

“Hello? Yeah, it’s me. This bitch isn’t cooperating ... so go ahead and do it.”

“No...” Laurie wailed as she crawled over to Terri.

“Yes ... just one of you, though. Everytime this bitch fucks up, another one of you will get the OK. That’s fine. Hold on a sec,” the psycho said as she put the phone aside. “Uh-uh...” she shook her head. “No crawling on your hands and knees. Trash like you belongs closer to the floor, no higher than my boots. Get back over there and try it again.” She picked up the phone again. “OK ... sorry. Just teaching the bitch how to beg properly...”

Terri continued talking as Laurie got down on the floor in her white wedding gown and belly-crawled to the cruel blonde’s feet. Desperately, she begged for her sister. Terri stepped on the side of Laurie’s face, painfully pushing the bride’s head against the cold, hard floor. “Don’t you touch my boot ... unless you want to clean it again,” she was warned as she instinctively tried to pull Terri’s foot off of her face.

“Yes ... go ahead,” Terri said to the unseen person on the other end of the phone. “But make sure she knows it’s because her sister wouldn’t cooperate...”

“NO!!!!!!!” Laurie renewed her efforts to free her head from beneath Terri’s boot. Terri responded by putting more of her weight on her right foot, which ground Laurie’s head even harder into the floor. In desperation, Laurie clawed at Terri’s boots.

“You really must learn to obey, Lauren! Now your dear sister will pay for your mistake!”

“Please ... not Steph ... no...”

Terri pounced on the tormented bride, keeping her firmly pinned to the floor. “Here ... listen...” she taunted as she placed the phone next to Laurie’s ear...

First she heard a loud shriek ... then a few guys giving each other directions. “Hold her leg ... keep her still ... KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN BITCH...” Then the sounds of ripping clothing. That would be the maid of honor dress, which Laurie and Steph had picked out together, before going out for ice cream.

“Please no ... LAURIE HELP ME...” Steph’s voice ... then the tormented sounds of Steph bawling and pleading ... then just bawling as her innocence was brutally ripped away from her on the other end of the line.

“I’m so sorry, Steph,” Laurie whispered soundlessly as she was forced to listen to her sister being taken.

Finally, mercifully, Terri took the phone away. “Thanks ... yes, she heard it all ... was she nice and tight? Yes ... well, she was a virgin ... of course your cock is going to be messy! (giggle) No ... wait on that. I’m going to see if the Bimbo Bride is ready to follow instructions. If not, the rest of you may have a turn! Hold on...” She put the phone down and ran her fingers through Laurie’s hair. “So ... did you enjoy hearing your sister getting fucked?” Laurie shook her head. “Don’t worry ... I’m sure she’s a natural born slut, just like her older sister ... I’ll bet she can’t wait to get it again. Should I have them give it to her again?”

“No...”

“They took her cherry, Lauren. They took her virgin cunt ... didn’t you LOVE hearing that?” Laurie shook her head. “Yes, you did. It made you feel good, didn’t it?”

“No!”

“Yes, it did. You listened to your sister get her cherry popped, and you were just thankful that it wasn’t you.”

“No! I LOVE MY SISTER, TERRI! I ... I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER!!!! I WOULD HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO ... TO KEEP THAT FROM H-H-HAPP--HAPPENING...” As the last shreds of her bravery began to melt away, Laurie focused on her rage. “Of course ... I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand, who’s never ... never been loved by anyone for a day in her life!”

Terri regarded her with distaste. “You’re right. I don’t know what it’s like. You’re going to enlighted me, though. You say you’ll do anything for your sister, hmmmm?”

Fearful but defiant, Laurie nodded.

“Good. This is going to be fun. Listen carefully. I’m going to have my friends take turns putting their cocks in Stephanie’s ass--”

“NOOOOOO!!!! PLEASE GOD TERRI NO--”

“Shut up and listen,” Terri admonished. “I’m going to have my friends take turns putting their cocks in Stephanie’s ass--UNLESS you do exactly as you’re told.”

“Anything ... PLEASE...”

“I want you to tell your sister something...” Grinning from ear to ear, Terri explained to her captive what was expected of her. Then she got back on the phone. “Yeah. Put the little cunt on. Her sister has something to tell her.”

After Laurie’s crying died down, the phone was put next to her ear. Terri leaned close and whispered in the bride’s other ear, “Do it, or the next voice on that phone will be mine, authorizing those men to gang bang Stephanie’s sweet little ass.”

Laurie took a deep breath. “S-Steph...”

“Laurie? Laurie OH GOD...”

“Steph ... I ... I heard you g-got your cherry popped...” She shut her eyes. “I ... I know you loved it ... I ... I...” Terri pinched her and reached menacingly for the phone. “Sis ... I know you l-loved it ... I always knew you’d grow up to be a slut...” The words tore her heart out to say them.

“WHAT?” Steph sounded incredulous, as well as utterly betrayed. “Laurie what’s HAPPENING? Did you make this happen to me? WHY???” Laurie cringed at the hurt, hopeless tone of her sister’s voice. THEY MADE ME SAY THAT! THEY’RE MAKING ME SAY THIS, TO SAVE YOU, SIS ... she wanted to scream. Oh, if only this could be over, so she could hug Steph and tell her the truth...

Terri prodded Laurie some more. “Steph ... you ... you need to do something now. That ... that m-man who fucked you ... clean ... clean him off with your mouth ... like the whore you are.” The redhead said that last part extremely fast before twisting her head away from the phone and breaking into fresh sobs.

Terri severed the connection. “Not bad,” she complimented, much impressed. “You totally humiliated yourself to spare your sister an assfucking ... FOR NOW,” she emphasized. “Of course, she probably thinks you arranged this whole thing, and probably hates your guts now. I love it,” Terri concluded.

“She doesn’t hate me,” Laurie sobbed. “She’ll understand...”

The blonde laughed haughtily. “She’ll understand a lot of things in the weeks to come. She’ll understand that her life is going to be ruined because of her sister’s misdeeds!”

“Wh-why Steph? WHY?”

Terri sighed tiredly. “We’ve already been over this, silly. I’m just paying you back for stealing my man!”

“Please god, Terri ... I’LL DO ANYTHING...” the bride sobbed.

The blonde took a seat again. She’d come to a realization. There was no sight in the world as lovely as that of the woman who had stolen your man from you, on her wedding day, on her knees in tears, desperately promising that she’ll do “ANYTHING”.

“Prove it,” she instructed as she hiked her skirt up and spread her legs.

Hesitantly, the repulsed Laurie got between Terri’s legs and began licking her thighs. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she was forced closer and closer to Terri’s womanhood.

“Enough teasing,” the blonde ordered as she grabbed Lauren’s head. Lauren shut her eyes, stiffening, as her face was rubbed against Terri’s cunt. “You know what to do...”

“N-no ... I’ve n-n-never...”

Terri’s whisper was deadly and as cold as ice. “Do we need to make another phone call?”

“No...”

“Then kiss my pussy...” Laurie leaned in and gingerly kissed Terri’s pussy lips. Like Laurie, the blonde was shaved bare. “Yeah. C’mon, use your tongue!” The unwilling bride gave a few hesitant licks, then looked up at Terri.

“What are you looking at? Eat my cunt, you bitch!” Terri grabbed a handful of Laurie’s lovely, permed red hair, and shoved the girl’s face into her crotch. “Get your tongue in there. Lap at it like you’re a bitch dog. Yes. UNHHHH ... Feel how soaking wet I am, Lauren? That’s from listening to you beg ... it’s like music to my ears. That, and the sound of your sister being RAPED...” Terri sighed. “Keep going...”

Mark was thoroughly documenting Laurie’s entire ordeal with the video camera. He now zoomed in for an extreme close-up of the bride, licking away at her groom’s ex’s cunt. “Lesbian Brides ... Part One!” he narrated in a booming voice.

Terri giggled as she gripped the back of Laurie’s head. “Part one of MANY...”

Laurie just kept licking, wallowing in her humiliation, kneeling in her wedding dress in front of this deranged woman. This was supposed to be the best day of her life ... and now it had become her worst. Her tears flowed freely as she carried out her forced lesbian act. It was all she could do to keep from throwing up from the thought of what she was doing. Terri didn’t actually taste bad at all--compared to licking the soles of her boots, Terri’s juices were like champagne! ... but Laurie thought the very idea was disgusting.

Terri, of course, couldn’t care less what Laurie thought. “That’s right. You’re going to be doing a LOT of this from now on!”

The cameraman went over to the door and opened it. Laurie was aware of several people entering the room. She tried to look up. “No ... keep going ... don’t worry about what’s going to happen, because you have no say in the matter...” she was ordered. Then she felt hands groping at her breasts, and another reaching under her wedding dress, feeling at her crotch. She stiffened but kept licking Terri’s bald cunt.

“She’s got panties on, Terri...” a male voice said from behind Laurie.

“Well, that’s no good!” Terri pouted. “Lauren, a slut like you has no need for panties. I want you to walk down that aisle bare-assed under that lovely wedding dress! Personally, I can’t conceive of a better way to thoroughly humiliate you. And I’ve thought about it long and hard, believe me!” She jerked Laurie by the hair, so that the two of them were face to face. “I warned you to stay away from my man, didn’t I? DIDN’T I?”

Fearfully, Laurie nodded.

“Well ... now, you’re going to pay. I’m going to make you the poster-girl for ‘don’t fuck with Terri’. Lauren ... I want you to meet our guests.” She let go of Laurie’s hair. The hapless bride turned around to find five young men standing in a semicircle around her. As she eyed them fearfully, Terri continued: “We’re going to have a little fun here. Lauren ... all of these men have nice, hard cocks which they would love to share with you. You do love nice, hard cocks, don’t you?”

“No...” Laurie cried.

“Oh, bullshit. You couldn’t wait to get hold of Steve’s cock. It didn’t bother you that he was mine. Well, these guys are mine too. YOU MUST BE DYING TO GET A TASTE OF THEIR HARD COCKS, LAUREN! I’LL BET YOUR CUNT IS ACHING FOR THEM!!!”

“No!” Laurie desperately insisted. Other than oral escapades, she and Steve had remained pure.

Terri looked up at the men. “What do you say, guys? Want to give our lovely young bride her last fuck as a single woman?” The men all eagerly indicated their agreement. “Of course ... you’ll all still get plenty of chances to fuck her after she’s married...”

“Please, don’t do this!” Laurie implored, cowering away from the men who now surrounded her. “Please, Terri, stop it, please...” She broke into fresh sobs. “Please don’t ... I’m a v-v-v-vir...” Her voice hitched on the word.

“A virgin?” Terri mused. “Well, so was your sister until about ten minutes ago. We all lose it sometime, sweetie.”

“Please, oh god, please Terri,” she was now barely understandable, “I’ll cancel ... cancel the w-wedding ... I’ll talk to Steve ... tell him ... tell him to go back to you ... just please stop this...”

The small smile again pursed Terri’s lips. “You would do that for me?”

“Yes!” Laurie sobbed desperately. “I will! Please just leave my sister and me alone ... I ... I’m g-giving Steve back to you! Please, I can’t take this every day for the rest of my life...”

“Wow...” Terri taunted amusedly. “So ... this is ‘true love’...” She looked into the camera, which was still recording everything for posterity. “Ain’t it great?” Then she leaned in close to Laurie. “Listen, cunt. *I* will determine what you can and can’t take. And if I’m wrong, then we’ll throw you in a ditch somewhere and go amuse ourselves with Stephanie. And ... thanks for your little ‘offer’ ... but no thanks. You will be getting married today. You see ... I’ve put months of planning into your new life with Steve, and what it’s going to be like. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you back out now...”

“My ... my life with Steve?” Laurie wondered aloud what the bitch was talking about.

Then the redhead was being pulled in again, forced down onto Terri’s cunt. “Lick me some more, Lauren. Let’s put on a nice show for our guests.” She complied, deftly working Terri’s clit with her tongue, as the psychotic woman explained things to her. “After the wedding, your baby sister and your hubby are going to have a rather steamy, scandalous affair. Everyone will be talking about it, and believe me, EVERYONE is going to know about it. I didn’t tell you to stop, bitch. That’s it ... lick it RIGHT THERE ... you’ll stay with him, and you won’t do anything to stop the affair. It’ll continue until he gets her pregnant.” Terri was suddenly overcome with giddy joy, and had to pause for a moment before she could go on. “He’ll lose his job over it, of course ... the firm can’t have a partner who goes around screwing his wife’s little sister, now, can they? Oh, he’ll try to find another job ... but anywhere he applies will be getting an anonymous tip about his character.”

“You ... you’ll never get away with it ... Steph and I w-w-won’t d-”

Terri raised her hand. “Whenever you or your sister disobeys me, you’ll both be rounded up and you’ll get to watch each other get gang raped by several of my friends. Several rather unpredictable friends. Who aren’t as ... nice ... as I am. Then, you’ll be thrown into a room and made to beat the shit out of each other--if anyone asks about the bruises, you’ll say Steve beat you--and if you still refuse to cooperate, I’ll roast Stephanie’s tits with a blowtorch. Followed by yours. Stick that tongue deep in my cunt,” she added.