Chapter 6
"Where are we going?" she asked.
She was almost afraid to ask him anything. He usually responded by hitting her. This time he seemed amused by something. She was tied up good and chained to the roll bar in the truck. She could hardly move.
"You're going to a wedding," he said. "You were supposed to get married today."
"A wedding?"
"Yeah, baby," Brad said. "And you're going to be the central attraction at the wedding. The bride of honor."
He laughed, and she didn't like the sound of it. She started to ask him something, but she was afraid of the look in his eye. She knew the next question might get her head knocked off.
"Here we are, sugar," he said.
She was surprised at the location. She was at her old high school. It had been closed after her graduation just a couple of months before. It looked so quiet and empty now.
"Why here?" she asked.
"Shut the fuck up!" he warned. "I'm tired of listening to you talk."
Susan shut up quickly.
There were only a few cars in the nearly deserted parking lot. Brad led her through the parking lot and up to the gym. He pushed open the door. It was quiet in the gym and it smelled musty. She noticed that someone had put up metal chairs in the middle of the gym. She was forced to walk between them. He stopped her in front of the girl's dressing room.
"I'm going to untie you now, baby," he said. "But don't make any mistakes. You try anything and it'll be ten times worse than that day at the pond."
Susan shuddered. She would never forget that day. And she was realizing that there was something else holding her captive. It was no longer just the chains. She was physically afraid of Brad. It was as if he owned her.
"You'll find your wedding dress in there," he said, pointing.
"My dress? I-I still don't understand."
"Just go in there and put it on, bitch!"
Susan went inside. She remembered this cold, clammy dressing room. There were only a few windows and none of them were big enough for her to climb out of. She walked around the dressing room until she found a dress hanging over a wall locker. It was her wedding gown. It was her beautiful white-lace wedding gown.
She nearly cried when she saw how it had been mutilated.
Almost the entire back of her wedding gown had been cut out. There was enough for her to wear, but her flesh from the middle of her back down could be seen. She didn't want to put the thing on. It looked horrible.
But Brad's words kept coming back to her and she kept remembering the scene at the pond. She knew she would have to do as he wanted.
She put on the wedding gown. She still felt naked because she was showing a lot.
Brad was waiting for her when she walked into the gym. And she was sick with fear at what she saw.
Now the gym was full of people. Every one was a familiar face. They were all boys she had dated once or known during high school. She knew them all. At one time or another she had snubbed them all.
"Don't look so sick, baby," Brad said. "These are all friends of yours. They all like you a lot."
"Please don't make me do anything!" she whispered.
"Get down on your hands and knees!"
"What?"
"Do what I fucking say. Now!"
The hardness of his voice made her think that she was going to get clobbered if she said anything else. She whimpered as she got down on her hands and knees.
Brad fastened a dog collar and a chain around her neck. He held onto one end of the chain.
"Now crawl past those guys sitting there and up to the stage there," Brad said.
She cringed. If she didn't do it, Brad would hurt her. She felt a tingle go through her body but she fought it. She would be numb.
"Come along, baby," Brad said. "Your fans are waiting."
Brad forced her to crawl on her hands and knees all the way up to the stage.
She had to crawl in front of many of her old boyfriends. She could hear them making lewd comments and some of them even reached down and rubbed her ass or the backs of her thighs. Tears of humiliation stung at her eyes, but there was nothing she could do to stop them.
She crawled up on the stage, and Brad took the chain off her neck. He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to her feet. He reached up and grabbed the neck of her mutilated wedding gown, then he ripped it down. She was not wearing a bra and her creamy tits popped free for everyone to see. She tried to cover them with her arms.
"Move your fucking arms!" Brad yelled.
She dropped her arms before Brad could punch her. She had to stand there and listen to the obscene comments coming from the audience.
"The show's just starting fellows," Brad said.
She felt her heart pounding because she was scared to death. She saw him taking out his handcuffs again. She put her hands behind her and he fastened them together. He hooked the long silver chain to a ring in the wall. She couldn't go anywhere.
"On your knees," he commanded.
He shoved her down so that she had to stay there.
And then she saw Brad bringing Mort Avery up on stage.
Mort was about five-feet tall and he owned a general store. He was one of those people that Susan had always taken an instant dislike to. She hated him even more now. She was sickened by him being on the same stage with her and seeing her naked.
"This is Mort," Brad said. "You've met Mort before. Well, you're going to get to know Mort real well. He's volunteered and he has the equipment we need!"
"What d-do you mean?" Susan stammered.
"Show her, Mort!"
Susan was looking, but she still couldn't believe it as greasy little Mort Avery unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It seemed to take him forever to pull his prick out. His was the biggest cock Susan had ever seen.
His prick was only half hard but it looked like an oak tree. Susan looked up and down the length of it, and she still couldn't believe it. Neither could anyone else. The boys had grown quiet, waiting anxiously.
"Susan's going to suck it for you, Mort," Brad said.
"I've dreamed about this," Mort said. "I've dreamed about it a lot. I just never thought it would happen!"
"This time it's going to happen, boy," Brad said, smiling.
Mort quickly undid his trousers and dropped them around his knees. His cock looked even bigger with his huge balls hanging underneath.
Susan gasped.
The boys started making lewd comments again. Susan was blushing all the way down to her toes.
"Stick it in her face, Mort!" Brad screamed. "She'll suck it!"
Susan turned her head away. Brad grabbed her by the back of her neck and started squeezing. In a few moments she thought her head was going to be twisted off. She turned her head back in the right direction just in time to feel Mort's cock brushing against her face.
The smell of his cock gagged her. His cock smelled even worse than the ones she'd kissed so far. There was a strong animal odor, and she could see his huge piss hole dripping cum.
"You'd better lick it, Susan!" Brad warned. "Make it nice and hard. Lick it all over. Or maybe you'd like to go swimming again?"
Just being reminded of that pond made her do what Brad said.
She licked the tip of Mort's cock.
Mort groaned. He put his hands on the back of her head, cramming more of his cock between her lips.
Susan tried to jerk her head away.
"She's afraid of it," Brad said. "The little bitch is afraid of your cock. That's all right, Mort. Just let her lick it for a while until she gets used to it,"
Susan blushed with shame. She kept thinking about all those boys out there who were watching her. She had snubbed so many of them, and she knew they were enjoying watching this happen to her.
"Lick his cock, cunt," Brad said. "You'd better get into the mood of this thing or I'm going to get mad."
Her fear of Brad was greater than her shame. She started licking Mort's cock. She licked all the way down the underside of his prick and started kissing at his balls. His balls felt so heavy. She took one of them into her mouth, and Mort groaned.
"Oh yes, baby!" Mort groaned. "Oh yes, I've dreamed about this for so long. Oh yes, it feels good!"
His hands clamped down on the back of her head harder. He held onto her tightly as he pushed more of his cock at her face. She was able to take almost all of his ball into her mouth and she started pulling it around in her mouth. He groaned as he pulled up on her head.
"Take it in your mouth, baby," he groaned. "Take it in your fucking mouth. Suck my cock!"
"Yeah," Brad said. "Suck his cock. Get down on his fucking cock. Suck it good!" She felt Mort shudder as she moved her lips back up to the head of his cock once again. Again she heard the obscene remarks of the young men she had gone to school with. She tried not to listen to them, trying to concentrate on what she was doing. She wanted to get it over with.
Again Mort shuddered as she moved her tongue over his rigid cock. The size of his cock frightened her. She had never seen one that big.
She shivered as she opened her mouth and caught his cockhead between her lips. She pulled back so that her teeth scraped against his cockhead. She knew he enjoyed that. His entire body seemed to tense. She had wanted to remain cold, but something was happening to her. There was a sweet fire growing in her belly. It was making her tremble all over as she gently nibbled on his cock.
"Take it deep, baby," Mort groaned. "Oh shit, suck my cock! Suck my fucking cock!"
She kept her lips tightly closed around his prickflesh, but that didn't slow Mort down as he started pushing his cock deep into her mouth. He rammed his cock into her mouth. He was pushing harder, and his huge prick was going deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Take it all, baby!" Mort groaned. "Oh shit, yeah. Take every fucking inch of it!"
Mort kept shoving until she was gasping for breath. She knew she could not take it all. But that didn't seem to make any difference to Mort. He wanted to shove it all down her throat. His prick was throbbing inside her mouth as she cocked her head a little more.
Suddenly she had his prick almost all the way into her mouth. She felt the pressure of his balls against her chin. His cockhead seemed to be in her belly.
"She's got it all," Mort cried. "The fucking bitch's got it all. She's fucking great!"
Susan heard applause from the boys, and she knew they were applauding because she had sucked his cock so deep. Her jaws were aching from sucking so hard, but now she wouldn't give his cock up. The fire of pleasure was spreading through her. Her pussy was starting to burn. Suddenly it didn't seem to make any difference that her old classmates were watching.
"You fucking bitch!" Mort groaned. "Oh shit, nobody's ever sucked my cock that deep before!"
Susan was trembling with excitement and satisfaction. She had managed to suck his cock all the way now. His huge cock could go no deeper into her mouth.
She pulled her head back slowly and let her teeth scrape against his tender cock-flesh. She stopped when she felt the hard ridge of his prickhead. Then she plunged down, taking his cockhead deep into her throat.
She had never been like this before. It was as if she was almost greedy for his cock. She could feel Mort's fingertips moving through her hair as she pulled back again. Her teeth caught at his cockhead and again she plunged her wet mouth back down.
"You were right, Brad," Mort groaned. "Nobody in the world can suck cock the way she can. Oh shit, baby!"
Mort was moaning in obvious pleasure, and Susan was suddenly oblivious to all the sights and sounds around her. All she cared about was the huge, slippery cock she was sucking so deep into her mouth. Her spit was running down all sides of his huge cock. It was mixing with his cum, making a creamy froth that looked obscene.
Susan sucked harder.
One of his hands moved down and started caressing her tit through her torn wedding dress. She was surprised her titties were swollen. Her nipples were pointy and hard. His hand quickly moved the torn wedding dress aside so that her tits were free again. He started massaging her tits savagely as she sucked his cock.
"Big fucking tits!" Mort groaned. "I dreamed about touching your tits!"
He was moaning in obvious pleasure. He had his other hand tight on the back of her head as if he was afraid she was going to try and escape. She knew she couldn't escape. She almost knew she was going to have to swallow his cum.
He put both hands back on her head again. Now he was shoving his hard cock in and out of her mouth without her having to move. His cockhead was sliding all the way to the back of her throat. His cock was growing inside her mouth.
She no longer had to do any work. He was fucking her mouth as if it were her pussy. There was silence in the room as everyone waited for what was about to happen.
Susan was quivering all over. She had never had a man come in her mouth before. She knew his cock would soon be gushing down the back of her throat and she got ready for it. She started sucking harder, swallowing the lubricating fluid. She was frightened, but she was also excited as hell.
"Oh shit!" he moaned. "Oh shit, this feels nice!"
He raised up on his toes as he jammed his cock as far into her throat as he could. She felt the slap of his balls against her chin. Cum dripped down the sides of her mouth. He rubbed his finger in her cum-stained chin and started rubbing it against her tits.
"Oh fuck, baby!" he groaned. "Oh fucking shit. It's time, baby. It's time for me to come! I'm going to fucking come in your mouth! I'm going to fill your fucking mouth! Oh shit, bitch! Oh fucking shiiiit!"
She tasted the first big drop of his cum on her tongue. She swallowed it easily, but then he was raising on his toes again and his prickhead exploded inside her mouth. His salty-tasting cum splashed against the roof of her mouth, oozing down the back of her throat.
"Swallow it, baby!" Mort screamed. "Swallow it all! Swallow every fucking drop!"
She tried, but she could not swallow it all.
Cum was leaking out of the corners of her mouth and dripping to her tits.
Mort suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth and let his sticky spurts land on her face. He moved his cock closer, wiping off the end of his cock in her thick golden hair.
"You were a sweet bitch," he groaned. "Sweet fucking, cocksucking bitch!"
Susan felt shame again. She was sick over what she had done, and she knew that she hadn't fooled her old classmates. They had watched her sucking hard and they had realized that she was enjoying it.
"Can we leave now?" she asked Brad.
"Why should we leave, baby? The fun is just getting started."