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Subject: {ASSM} Escape - a Samantha's Shame Story
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Escape - a Samantha's Shame Story
  by Delta Venus

[author's note: My Apologies! I did not intend to leave everyone
hanging, I thought I had posted this before I went on vacation...]

My last journal entry! I am finally free of Betsy, and I just can't
believe it. It all happened so fast, my head has been in a whirl.
About a week after my birthday banging, Paul got the good news that he
had been accepted to attend a prestigious college out of state. The
day after that, he was down on bended knee, proposing.

I accepted in a heartbeat!

The first thought I had when I saw him bend down was just how lucky I
was to have found someone so special. He looked so sweet, nerdishly
handsome and innocent. Escaping Betsy took a whole two or three
seconds to enter my mind. I would be free, and be with the man I love.
Who could ask for more? I was ecstatic!

Of course, with a sister like Betsy, I should have known my escape
wouldn't be simple and the road to freedom would cross some rough
territory.

Betsy never said a word, which was scary. Even scarier was the Mona
Lisa style half smile that would cross her face any time she overheard
someone talking about the wedding. I hoped she would take it easy on
me, after all it was to be my special day. I knew there was no way she
wouldn't make me do something, though. I was quite giddy with
anticipation of the event, even as I was dreading what Betsy was sure
to have planned. I just hoped she wouldn't ruin the ceremony. I was
willing to do just about anything, so long as she kept this part of my
life away from the church. I was too scared to ask her to leave it
alone, even though I felt like begging on my hands and knees, positive
that if I brought it up at all it would make things much worse, and
ensure she would do exactly what I asked her not to.

The preparations went in a whirlwind. I don't remember half the things
I did, I was so caught up in the whole planning scene. Planners,
vendors, and rental agencies, photographers, florists and caterers -
all bloodsucking leaches, fresh on the scent. Those bridal magazines
should be illegal!

I chose a more modern, sleek and sexy wedding dress. Creamy white,
with only a few frills, it came down to just above my knees, and
showed off a generous portion of cleavage without being too vulgar. It
really showed off my long, lean legs to great effect, looking
absolutely killer clad in white silk hose. And my shoes! Oh, I really
found a pair - cutaway open-toe pumps in a creamy white, to match the
dress, with sparkly highlights in the gloss. They had three inch
heels, and while exposed on the sides, the backs came up past the heel
to a wide ribbon bow, all lacy frills and sparkles, that tied around
my ankle. Definitely "Fuck me!" shoes, Bridal Style.

Betsy came and snatched me fifteen minutes before the ceremony,
shortly after I was fully dressed and in veil. We made it back to the
church about a half hour late, and all eyes were definitely on me as I
entered. That is to be expected, but I still felt very self conscious.
I managed the trip down the aisle without incident, though.

I know I'm far from an impartial observer, but I thought the ceremony
was beautiful, although I was more than a little distracted during it.
I tried really hard to pay attention, for this was my special day, and
I wanted to remember everything about it. I had some things I didn't
really want to remember intruding into my thoughts, though. After we
exchanged rings, we said our vows.

"Do you Paul take Samantha, to have and to hold, forsaking all others,
for as long as you both shall live?"

Paul looked so handsome as he strongly said "I DO."

"And do you Samantha take Paul, to have and to hold, forsaking all
others, for as long as you both shall live?"

I tried my best, but did little better than mumble "i do..."

"I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the Bride!"

Paul lifted my veil, and gave me a solid kiss, quickly getting over
his shock. I don't think anyone in the audience noticed a thing, even
though they were all focused on us.

We escaped down the aisle, and took a short hop in the limousine to
the Reception party, guzzling champagne, which did help with the
taste. The party didn't take long to get into swing. We cut the cake,
I threw my bouquet for the ladies, and Paul took off my garter to
throw to the gentlemen. I know Paul got a good look at the mess, but
no one else did, thank God. The garter had avoided getting mussed, so
the lucky guy that caught it didn't have a clue, either. There was a
lot of dancing, and eating, and drinking. Eventually the party wound
down, and the guests all left, making the usual cracks about leaving
the newlyweds alone, wink, wink.

After everyone had gone, Betsy and more than a few friends showed back
up, and we had a second Reception Party. Making sure all the doors
were locked, Betsy quickly took charge. Paul was forced to strip, sit
in a chair, and masturbate while he watched video of what I had been
doing before the ceremony when Betsy had snatched me. They made him
comment about everything, what he was feeling, and what turned him on.
The sweet dear, here he is watching my pussy take a severe pounding by
several hard poles, and he keeps commenting about my eyes! He says
they have a smoky, smoldering intensity when I am aroused. Blush!

While he watched the video, and stoked his very erect cock, I was
stripped of my dress and veil, left wearing nothing but the white silk
hose and my "Fuck the Bride!" pumps, and was sucking the cocks of
Betsy's friends. They all pulled out of my mouth, to shoot their loads
on my Bridal Veil, which had been carefully laid out, although two
guys opted to send streaming shots directed at my gaping snatch, just
to freshen up the glaze.

The video Paul was watching showed my abduction, abuse, and return to
the church in graphic detail. The five guys were careful not to mess
up my dress while they took turns fucking me. After all five hard
dicks had been inside me at least twice, I was forced to suck each of
them until they were ready to cum, and then they sprayed my well
fucked pussy with showers of semen. Now very well coated, I was put
back into my dress, and driven back to the church. On the way I was
sucking on Chad's big black cock, the first guy to fuck me at my
birthday bang. Just as we pulled up to the front doors, Chad pulled
his cock out, and shot his load into my wide open mouth.

This vision of loveliness, dressed in symbolic virgin white, had
walked down the aisle with a raw, gaping pussy that had been glazed
like a donut not ten minutes earlier, while holding a mouthful of a
black studs semen deposited there right at the front door. Paul had
been a real trooper when I passed the mouthful of creamy cum to him as
he gave me our nuptial kiss at the direction of the preacher.

Once the video was over, Paul and I were dragged over in front of
another man of the cloth. A real preacher, or a fake, I never did find
out. Paul was made to kneel beside me, while I stayed standing. Once
again we found ourselves repeating Wedding Vows, except these were a
little different from the first ones.

"Do you Paul, promise to love, honor and obey Sam, no matter how many
guys she may suck, or dicks she may fuck? To always love and pleasure
her, be she clean or covered in cum? Will you honor Sam's shameful
true nature by never interfering with her sexual exploitation and
humiliation in public or in private?"

Paul wasn't quite as confident with this one, but the dear man said it
clearly.

"I do".

"Do you Shameful Slutty Sam, promise to be true to your inner nature,
and submit to public exposure, humiliation, and sexual use and abuse
by any and every man that recognizes your inner slut? Will you promise
to always share both your body, and your shameful behavior with your
husband Paul, for so long as he shall still want your skanky ass? Do
you promise to be a slutty cunt, but to be HIS slutty cunt?"

This was scary, but much easier to say without a mouthful of cum.

"I do."

"You may kiss the bride."

Paul's face was roughly shoved into my steamy snatch, and only after
he had given me a solid minute of oral pleasure, which left his face
quite smeared, was he allowed to stand, and give me a real kiss. He
had to peel the veil up off my face, as it was cum streaked, sopping
and sticking to me, but he didn't hesitate, and gave me a generous
kiss in spite of the oozing mess.

We made our escape soon after that.

EPILOGUE

Well, here is another journal entry. I know I said the previous one
would be my last, but who can tell the future? I surely couldn't. I
never would have guessed that I would actually miss the treatment my
bitch sister Betsy gave me, but I did.

At first being completely free was wonderful. I enjoyed knowing that
there would be no more perverted and embarrassing tasks thrust upon me
at the drop of a hat. It didn't take long, though, before I began to
crave the domination and embarrassment. I tried to just be a slut, and
the sex was fun, but it just didn't have that electric charge that
came with being forced.

Paul was great. He could tell I was bothered, and he knew me well
enough to know why. He tried his best to be dominant for me, but he is
just too sweet and gentle. He doesn't have the cruel streak that marks
the truly great dominant personality. He would often ask me to do
things. Being asked just isn't the same as being told. Our lovemaking
was wonderful, full of passion, but it just wasn't scratching that
itch I had. We avoided talking about it for some time, until one day
Paul finally broached the subject.

"Maybe we should invite your sister Betsy out for a visit."

"Oh, Paul, could we!?"

Betsy arrived with Chad in tow.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought Chad along. You see, I've been
feeling a little guilty. I sort of led him on, and implied for some
time that he would get to take your cherry, Sam. Very naughty of me.
I'm hoping to make it up to him. You do still have something cherry he
can take, don't you, slut?"

Within five minutes of knocking on our door, Paul was seated in one of
our easy chairs, and I was naked, bent over the arm of the chair and
draped across his lap. Paul lubed up Chad's big black prick with KY,
applied a solid dollop to my puckered anus, then my dear husband
gently held my cheeks apart so Chad could slide his cock inside my
virgin ass.

We invite Betsy out to our place two or three times a year. She
doesn't always dominate me, but when she does it is intense enough to
hold me until the next visit.

That ends the journal, and my "escape". Who can tell what tomorrow
might bring?

DV

http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/

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