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Subject: {ASSM} The Wedding Part 1 (nc, humil)
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"Something Old...."
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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.
.
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