Message-ID: <33683asstr$1006787404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <spiller48@hotmail.com> From: "Spiller -" <spiller48@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <F158mwhFaQtpgS5nThM00013226@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Nov 2001 09:09:31.0523 (UTC) FILETIME=[0F14A530:01C1765A] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 09:09:31 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} NEW: An Unholy Marriage, part five (last), (M+/F+, inc) Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2001 10:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33683> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, gill-bates _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp <1st attachment, "An Unholy Marriage, part five. ok.doc" begin> ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------- This is adult fiction of erotic nature. If you are too young or just unlucky to live in an area where this is not permitted, then you should get off now. The copyright to this story belongs to Spiller. ----------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------- Please remember that authors' only rewards are your comments, positive or negative. So please take a minute of your time to mail to: spiller48@hotmail.com ----------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------- An Unholy Marriage, part five. (M+/F+, inc) by Spiller Six weeks had passed since the engagement/initiation-party, when Alyssia and Alexander were invited to Sunday brunch at Victoria and Sully's. The last days of September were glorious, and they chose to take the drive in the big Packard Le Baron, with the roof down. They both just adored that car, and they started out early, so they could enjoy a leisurely ride, watching the landscapes roll by and listening to the purr of the 12-cylinder engine. Just before noon they rolled up in front of the beautiful, white house, and were welcomed heartily by their hosts. When they entered the lavish salon they were met with greetings from the 10 people present, and a little later they all went to the diningroom to have a fine meal. When their initial hunger had been satisfied, Victoria smiled to the young couple. "I bet you are anxious to hear how the wedding plans are progressing." "Of course we are, Victoria. We talked about it on the way up here, and we are sure that you have everything settled since you have called us here." "Yes, my dear. We have worked hard, and so have the people on Baron's Island. We have managed to get a positive reply to our invitations from 260 members of the clan, who are older than the required 12 years." "My God, it's going to be a really big event. But that's an incredible number of people to cater for on a little island." Alyssia was really stunned by the size of the project. "Oh, yes, dear. We have all felt more or less like generals planning an invasion. Carpenters from the surrounding islands have built 60 huts with four beds in each. The rest of the guests will sleep in the west wing of the house, and you two will have the east wing to yourselves. Or whomever you may want to invite for smaller parties or whatever. But now the other members of the planning group will tell you about the plans." Alyssia could hardly sit still. "This is all so terribly exciting." Uncle Jonathan began: "You are supposed to be in Florida next Sunday. A special boat for you two alone will sail you to the island, where you will arrive Monday morning, so you can spend a few days' holiday before the wedding. The other guests will be picked up on Thursday in either Florida, Texas or Mexico, so all the guests will be on the island sometime during Friday." Next was aunt Winnifred: "There are five of us, Victoria, myself, Hannah, Johannes and Charles, who have planned the meals, and of course the main dinner on Saturday. Extra cooks have been called in, and everything is ready. But we almost blew it. Yesterday we discovered that we had forgotten to order sufficient refrigerators - but a few telegrams managed that." "That must be tons of food and wine," Alexander exclaimed. "Yes, we are lucky that Johannes owns and manages that big congress centre in Chicago. Without his professional knowledge I'm not sure we had managed." Next was Theodor, a greying musician from New York. "Clara and I have planned the entertainment. Fortunately there are so many fine musicians in our clan, and they have all agreed to take their turns playing, that we don't have to take in strangers, who might be offended by the way we party. The only outsiders will be a local calypso band that will play during lunch every day, but they will be shipped off the island by three o'clock." Clara interjected: "I hope you have not yet chosen your wardrobe. We have taken Alma's suggestion from your initiation. That was a really fine event, I have heard. The theme of the whole prolonged weekend is: Nymphs and Pans. The only colours allowed are green, yellow and red, but because you are the bride, you are allowed a traditional white wedding gown for the ceremony itself, should you wish so." And now it was Victoria's turn: "I have planned the ceremony itself, corresponding with Friedrich's mother, Augusta. We have managed to persuade the old priest from the church, in our former castle in Bavaria, to sail over here and perform the wedding. Actually he is leaving Hamburg today. That has also given us an excellent explanation as to why the whole German branch of our clan is traveling to USA. So you see, my dear, you have been an instrument for their escape. If we had not had your wedding, it is highly probable that they would not have been allowed to all go together." Sully put in: "It's a good thing about the old priest. He's used to our ways, and nothing can offend him. I remember Friedrich's older sister, Hildegard, had chosen a very daring wedding-dress, which left her big breasts bared, and the old guy never batted an eye." "Oh, oh. I think I know exactly how my wedding dress is going to look. And my friend will be able to make it before we leave for Florida." "If you are inspired by the story about Hildegard, I can hardly wait", said Alexander. "Well, yes and no. But I'm not going to go bare-breasted. Never fear." "I, for one, should not mind", Alexander laughed. "Hey, you two. Do you think you have time to listen to the rest?" "Barely!" Victoria called for an extra glass of wine, and then she told: "There are certain ceremonial activities that must be upheld. Some of them Alexander knows, others neither of you know. And the one he doesn't know is the hardest. You must uphold 5 days of absolute celibacy prior to the ceremony." She turned her head towards Alyssia. "Remember, no cock, no tools and no fingers. The same goes for you, Alexander. Rule number two you know: The `deflowering' of the bride takes place in front of the whole party, like in the medieval ages. Only there hasn't been a single virgin to deflower for two hundred years. The only blood we have seen on the clan-sheet was the odd, unfortunate bride who had her period." "For once I'm really so sorry, that mother and father got those scientific-jobs in Antarctica, that they had longed so much for. I would have loved them to come." Alexander looked very sad. "How they would have enjoyed our wedding." "OK," Victoria smiled. "This was supposed to have been the ultimate surprise, and kind of a wedding-gift, but.... Paulus pulled a few political strings, and although it is quite unheard of before, your mother and father have been allowed to terminate their contracts two months early, and we have been allowed to send in an unauthorised, private ship to pick them up and deliver their replacements. Right now they are outside the coast of Brazil, steaming north." Alexander was stunned for a moment. Then, with little teardrops forming in his eyes, he got up and went 'round to hug Victoria. "I would wish for every man and woman in the world to have a grandmother like mine. You are such a gem, Victoria. Thank you, thank you.." Victoria kissed her grandson tenderly, and then turned towards Alyssia. "Which brings us to the question of your parents, Alyssia. Have they been informed, and are they coming? We do have ways of handling this. There are three cases in our history, where the hedonistic parts of the wedding ceremony have been postponed for 24 hours, to avoid a hassle with highly religious parents." "I spent last week at my parents'," Alyssia said. "And I spent a whole morning to telling my mother about Alexander, the clan, and what she might expect from the wedding. She was stunned, but not shocked. I'm not really sure what she did or what she told my dad that evening, but in the morning they came down for breakfast, looking ten years younger, and dad congratulated me. I can tell you they are eager to meet you all, and I'm not even sorry to tell you, that we had a little test-run on clan-ways Thursday evening." She blushed and looked up at Victoria. "Great", Victoria exclaimed. "That takes care of the parent-business. Sorry they live so far away - I'd have loved to see them here for a weekend. But maybe I can persuade them to come here first, and then we can go to Florida together. I'll try." Sully looked round the table: "Ladies and gentlemen, is there anything they need to know, that we have forgotten?" Everybody shook their heads `no'. "As long as they are in Key West at the proper time, we'll take care of the rest", Johannes remarked. "That's it, then," said Sully. "This meeting is over.... Oh, by the way, you two. Your wedding gift, the townhouse, has been finished. Victoria and I would like you to go and see it on your way home. There might be a few alterations you want to get done while we still have two weeks left." "But remember," Victoria said, "it is `bad luck' to enjoy anything in that house, before the wedding. Not even a kiss or a cup of coffee." She took a little box from her bag and handed it to Alyssia. "As you will be responsible for the household, I had better give you the keys. Our old butler, Benton, is staying in the house to keep an eye on it, until you return from the wedding, but you will eventually have to hire your own staff, as we want him back." There were a lot of `good-byes', kisses and hugs, and "see you on Baron's Island" - and Alyssia and Alexander were off again, on their way to inspect their new home. "I'm so happy that your parents have accepted our ways. Then they can take their proper part in the ceremony, don't you think?" "I can't tell, as long as I don't know what their proper part will be." "Oh, sorry, I forget. You see, the truly proper way is this: Immediately after the wedding itself, I shall `deflower' you on the bench in front of the whole party, and then our parents will join. My father and your father are supposed to make love to you, and our mothers will do the same to me. That ends the wedding. Then it is a free for all, dinner, and whatever may come. Do you think that may cause any embarrassment?" Alyssia's laughter tinkled like pearls on a silver plate. "Judging from last week I shouldn't think so. Once they got used to the idea, they were so excited. My father was so horny that he came immediately after he had entered me; that would be the only embarrassment I can think of." "I think I'm going to like your parents very much, even better than the first time I met them. And I can tell you for sure, that my parents will adore you." "And I'm sure I'm going to love yours. Two people who have brought you up to be who you are, can't be half bad. I'm very anxious to meet them, love." THE HOUSE. They had entered a very old part of New York, and Alexander stopped the car in a small square, very London-like, with trees, flowers and grass, surrounded by big old houses. "That's our new home." He pointed his hand at a really big, three-story affair. Quite simple to look at, built sometime during the 1700's out of red brick, kind of Queen Ann-style with white windows and a large black double-door, framed by two pillars. "My God, it is huge for two people." "Remember, we are going to have parties and guests." The front door opened, and a tall man in his sixties came out. "I thought I heard the Packard. Welcome, Miss Alyssia, and welcome, Mr. Alexander." As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the central hall of the house. A truly breathtaking room. Huge winding stairs running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an enormous bay window with double doors, leading to a beautiful, secluded garden, running all the way down to the brink of Hudson river. "Good Heavens, Alexander. I didn't even know that such houses existed. It's beautiful, it's overwhelming. We can't really accept such a gift, it's too much." "Don't you like it?" "Like it???? It's like something out of a fairy-tale. Look at that chest of drawers, it must be as old as the house. And the garden, the river, oh, my God. We can't accept this, it's too much, simply too much." "Take it easy, darling. Victoria and Sully can afford it. And Sully has been so sorry that he didn't have any use for the house. On the other hand he couldn't bear to sell it. It's been in his family for generations. I bet you those two have had so much fun fixing up this old place. Let's take a short walk around." With Benton as a guide, they went all over the house. Everything was in perfect order, the paint, wallpaper, lamps, furniture. And everything was done with impeccable taste. A wonderful mix of furniture and decor from the 1700's, when the house was built, set off by colourful Art Nouveau items, supplemented by the latest news in American and European furniture and appliances. And of course there was a sybaritic party-bedroom on the second floor. "Well," Alexander said, when they were back in the central hall, "anything you want to change?" "Not a thing, not one single thing. This is just so lovely." "Well, I think I could do without those three yellow kid's-paintings in the diningroom." "Are you crazy, you ignorant brute. They are by Paul Klee, and they have only just started their climb to world fame. They stay, if I have a say." "OK, ok, they stay, my beautiful, strongwilled love." THE WEDDING. Time passed in a blur of activity and torment. Activity to get everything finished and packed, in time to reach Key West by the following Sunday. Torment in the form of a rather rough ride on a romantic schooner, which took them to Baron's Island, and in the form of unwanted celibacy for five days. Friday evening was the worst. Apart from a few people, the whole clan had arrived during Friday, and at the very informal evening meal, which was kind of a glorified barbecue on the white, romantic beach. It was very evident that there was no demand for celibacy on the part of the guests. "Alexander. I'm so terribly horny. I'm afraid I'll make a disgrace of myself tomorrow." "How, my dear?" "I'll be no more dignified than a female cat in heat. I guess I'll scream your head off when you `deflower' me." " And it doesn't make it one bit better to see our parents hit it off so well." Alexander could not help but laugh. "Do you think they are practising for tomorrow?" "It's a good thing you're not allowed to touch me yet. The mere thought, that tomorrow I'm going to be fucked by my own father and yours, has made me so wet, that I'm afraid you'd rape me, if you could feel it." "I guess this celibacy-nonsense is to make sure that the groom can get a hardon in front of all those people." "Well, I can't imagine you'd ever have that problem, you lovely, horny man." "Especially not with you, my equally lovely, horny bride." "Can't we go back to the house, Alexander? I just can't stand this much longer. Let's go, dear." The last sight which caught Alyssia's eyes, when she looked back on the beach, was her mother smiling happily, as she impaled herself on Alexander's father, eagerly helped by her husband and Alexander's mother. Alyssia and Alexander spent the night in separate bedrooms. In the morning she woke up at sunrise, because she had forgotten to draw the curtains, but she managed a couple of hours' extra rest, before she was disturbed by an insistent knocking on her door. "Oh, my. It has to be my mother and my mother-in- law. Why are they so early? And I didn't even get time to talk properly to Alexander's parents last night, everything was so rushed. Just that `hello', and `I'm happy to meet you'. Heavens, I was never so nervous in my life." She opened the door, and as predicted the two middle-aged women were standing in the hall, looking anything but middle-aged. "Good-moooorrrning. Your maids and helpers are here to keep you company, and to get you dressed in time for the wedding." The two mothers were giggling and laughing like two school-girls as they entered the big, white bedroom. Willowy Cynthia was almost as tall as her son. Her long, classical face with the narrow, straight nose and full lips, was framed by a mane of obviously dyed, red curls. She was dressed in diaphanous, green silk only halfway down her long thighs, and with holes torn in a lot of places to suggest a rough life in the woods. She smiled to Aletha. "How you look like your daughter. No wonder my Alexander is so infatuated by her." Alyssia hugged, her mother first, and then Cynthia. "It was such a terribly confusing evening yesterday. I didn't really get time to talk to you. You arrived only a short time before dinner, didn't you?" "Yes, dear, we ran into a bad storm off the coast of Guyana, which delayed us almost 24 hours. But we'll catch up, dear, we'll catch up. And I got to know your mother very well, yesterday." "I'll have to agree to that." Aletha laughed. "Never imagined that a pair of parents-in-law could get so well aquainted so fast. Neither that my dear Gunther could develop such an enthusiasm for a tall, slender woman." "Ah, but you didn't take too poorly to my dear Daniel, either. I think he harbours a bit of the same taste as his son." Cynthia laughed good-naturedly and put her arm round Aletha. At that moment Alyssia noticed her mother's dress. The neck was a solid silver slave-ring with holes drilled all the way round. Ribbons of green, red and yellow muslin went through the holes, hanging down to form the dress itself, but the ribbons were only sown together a few places here and there, allowing a searching hand easy access, and a curious nipple a peek out. When Aletha noticed that her daughter was inspecting her dress, she twirled round to make the ribbons of her skirt flare out, showing no panties. "Oh, Mom, that dress is really so naughty!" "A-a, dear. I've been told I'm called `mother', not mom, and I can tell you it has been approved by Cynthia, hasn't it?" "Certainly. I wish I had had the same idea. And unfortunately I'm so much taller, that I cannot even borrow it." Alyssia had dreaded the long hours up to the ceremony, but in the company of her two mothers the hours flew away like the morning mist. In the bathroom they stripped, and jokingly they washed her by soaping up each other and then rubbing their bodies against Alyssia from all angles. Through the open windows they could hear a lot of moving around, as the big sun-shades were hoisted up, and tables and chairs were carried on to the lawn. And suddenly it was time to get Alyssia into the wedding gown, which the two mothers had not yet seen. But when Alyssia took it out of the closet they were stunned. A roll of green, crisp cellophane, a yellow ribbon, and a short dress of lush ivory silk were the only items. And the dress had only one shoulderstrap, leaving one breast naked, and the other barely half-covered. "You are supposed to wrap me up in the cellophane, like a bouquet of flowers, then crumple it up and hold it together round my neck with these yellow ribbons, and last you pull the dress over my head." "Oh, my God, what a divine idea", Cynthia exclaimed. " Was it your own idea?" "Yes. Alexander has often said that he loves the crackling sound of cellophane, when he unwraps a box of chocolate. That's where I got the idea." "Ah, and today you'll be his little piece of chocolate, in green and white." "Sweet and tasty, and with a hint of peppermint." They had only just finished dressing the bride, when uncle Brandon knocked on the door and called: "Time is up, ladies. The bride is wanted." On the top stair of the house Alyssia's father was waiting. "Wow, my girl, you look ravishing and unusual. You are going to be the beauty of this wedding, just as it should be." In a daze she let her father take her up the aisle towards the impromptu altar. Her eyes locked on to Alexander's. Tall, handsome, dressed to be Pan, but looking more like Robin Hood with his muscular arms and narrow hips. A mix of happiness and sensual excitement carried her through the wedding. She heard herself whisper the correct number of `yeses', felt Alexander slide the ring onto her finger, and she only really came back to reality, when the smiling priest ended the traditional service in a most untraditional way: "And now you may deflower the bride." Alexander picked her up in his arms and turned round to face the clan. The four parents placed a lavishly adorned bench between the altar and the guests, and then disappeared again. "My lovely wife, my delicious piece of chocolate, how I'm going to enjoy this. And so are you." Tenderly he lowered her to the bench whereupon he lifted up the skirt of her dress to bare her beautiful stomach and her closely trimmed black bush with its dripping cunt, so beautifully framed. When he stepped back to reach under his shirt and pull down his shorts, the crowd started egging him on with handclaps and cheers - so loud that Alyssia couldn't even hear the words of love and passion he said as he moved up between her willingly open thighs. As he plunged into her sopping cunt, which had been wet all morning, the cheering took on new dimensions. Alyssia screamed, not in pain but in passion, as finally she was allowed to fuck. She humped wildly up against him, thrashing around on the bench. The crackling sounds of her cellophane dress were lost in the cheering, but Alexander would never forget the feeling of her slender hips, wrapped in the shiny see-through material, as he grabbed her hips and pulled her up hard against him. As if by agreement the handclapping accelerated, to make him fuck faster and faster, which he did. Wave upon wave of hot passion rushed through Alyssia, and when she suddenly realised, that there were 260 witnesses, men, women, kids and children, to this the most important fuck of her life, she was hit by a searing orgasm. Without any shame at all she yelled, she screamed, she cried and she sobbed her orgasm up at Alexander, and the wild movements in her floating cunt triggered him. With a roar he fell upon her, shaking like a leaf as he pumped gush after gush up into her hungry cunt. The clapping and cheering died out, and a most unusual minute passed, as the clan started singing an age-old German wedding song. The pronunciation was at best faulty all around, but the feeling was genuine. As the loving couple on the platform slowly came down from their orgasms, they were enveloped in the sounds of love and togetherness, which they would cherish for the rest of their lives. As the song died out, Gunther and Daniel, Aletha and Cynthia entered the platform. All four were naked, except Cynthia who carried a towel and a wet wash-cloth in her hands. "Let me clean you a little, dear. These older men do not appreciate a filled up pussy as much as the younger ones do." While the two mothers undressed her and cleaned her pussy, Alexander shed the rest of his clothes. Alyssia felt her knees turn into jelly, as her father and Daniel approached her. Daniel looked at least as good as his son. The same elegance and sincere beauty, plus he posessed the charm and assurance of a well-kept, trim man close to fifty. The incestuous act she was about to commit made her terribly horny again, and she whispered to her father: "Please hold me, while I get to know my father-in-law better." The two men placed her on her back on the bench, and kneeled on either side of it. Alyssia had four hands and two mouths to excite her even further. They kissed her tenderly, while they stroked her body all over. While her father kissed her hungry lips, Daniel would pay special attention to her nipples, sucking and biting them. When Daniel's hand stopped playing with her clit or her wet opening, it was replaced by her father's, and constant attention was paid to her belly and her thighs. At last she had reached the limit. "Will you stop now, and will you please fuck me, Daniel. Fuck me. I can't stand any more of this. FUCK MEEE ! !" Her last yell could be heard all over, and was highly applauded. While her father sat down on the bench and cradled her head in his lap, Alexander's father mounted the bench. Gunther reached down between his daughter's open thighs and guided Daniel's solid cock to his daughter's cunt. Alyssia's initial deep sigh sounded like air being let out of a balloon, and her last thought before she gave in to her passion, was: "Is that my dad? A revolution in two weeks???" Alyssia felt like she was taking off on a purple cloud. Hot waves cursed through her body and heated up her pussy. Her dad might have gone through a revolution, and so she had herself, over these last few months. But still, the perversion of fucking her father-in-law, with her daddy holding her head and fondling her breasts, and all of it in front of a huge audience, got to her like a revelation. Never ever had she dreamed, that this feeling of being a whore to the world could be so wonderful. "Oh, my God, you are almost as good as your son, Daniel. I sure hope you like this young pussy." She humped her slender body up against him to meet each and every thrust, as if the fire in her loins was killing her. When she moved her head a little and turned her face, she could wrap her lips round the head of her father's cock, and this catapulted her into a violent orgasm. For a short moment Gunther was afraid that her violent cramps might make her bite him. The sight of the beautiful young woman twisting in orgasm was too much for Daniel. With a roar he pushed all the way to the bottom and let go of a hot stream of sperm, at the same time raising his left arm in a victorious greeting to the clan. This, of course, was rewarded with a hearty applause. When the twitchings in Daniel's cock had died down, he slowly pulled out of Alyssia. "You are not only a very beautiful woman and a nice person, you sure are a wonderful fuck. I don't blame Alexander for being so much in love with you, dear." "Thank you, dear Daniel. You are not too bad yourself." Alyssia smiled and raised her head to kiss him lovingly. Then she turned round and looked at her father. "OK, daddy, how do you feel about fucking your daughter? You want it?" Gunther's rampant hardon was sufficient answer to thatquestion. "But you are not going to fuck me, I'm going to fuck you. Lie down on your back and let me do the fucking. I want to see what's going on, you know." Gunther slid down on the bench and stretched out his legs. His short, fat cock with it's veiny pattern all over, was sticking straight up into the air. Alyssia straddled him, and without any assistance her cum-filled pussy found its target. Heaven, this was sheer electricity. In the audience several people were enjoying an advance on the pleasures of the upcoming night, and right in front of her, she could see the bliss in her mother's eyes, as Alexander was making wonderful love to her. "Do you like this, daddy? Do you like your daughter's wet cunt round your cock? Shhhhhh, don't say anything. You should see your wife. Mom is getting the best fuck in the world right now. I know how good my husband is, and she is finding out, I tell you. Aaaahhhhhh, this is good. I love you, daddy, and I love to feel you inside me. Do you like it, too? Have you ever had fantasies about this? About incest? About fucking your young daughter? I know you have. I've seen you look at me when I was a teen. Enjoy, daddy, because you are going to do it again and again, now. OOhhhh, I cannot hold back, I'm going to come again. Spurt in me, daddy, come for me now! !" With slow, deliberate movements Alyssia savoured the stretched feeling that her father's cock initiated in her, the squishing sound and the divine smell of cock and pussy, juice and sperm, and goosebumps formed all over her chest. She felt the last orgasm start around the opening of her vagina and her clit, then spreading like a rampant fire both ways into her body, till at last it was engulfing her from head to toe. And when she felt and heard her father's groaning release into her, she collapsed on top of him, exhausted in body and mind. A triumphant feeling of happiness ran through her. Now, finally, she was the true wife of her beloved Alexander. The society-way with papers and all, and the clan-way with the properceremonies. Epilogue: Today Alyssia is a frail, beautiful lady of 89 years. Her kind and smiling eyes tell the story of a long and happy life to those who are able to read her eyes (or, to those who look into them). Her wisdom and kindness, plus her age, of course, place her high in the clan-hierachi. She always has time for her children and grandchildren, whom she spoils rotten. At 83 she withdrew from the sexual activities of the clan, when her dear Alexander died. It has to be told too, that in honour of her performance at the wedding, Brandon donated the island to the clan, on two conditions: That it was named 'Alyssia's Isle', and that all the cottages from the wedding would be maintained to serve as a new holiday resort and as the future weddingplace for the clan. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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