Chapter 6
Pa's yelling, "Where the hell is breakfast," awoke the sleeping pair in the barn the following morning. "Get your damned ass in the kitchen, bitch, and get some food on the table."
Rolling over to look at the irate man that was her uncle, Carrie thought, well so much for a wedding morning, as he stomped out of the barn. Her second thought was that something was vastly different.
That thought nagged at her. What was different? What had changed?
Looking around the answer instantly hit her.
Ash was sleeping beside her! It was his warmth lying beside her. But just as she was about to reach out and touch him, something else came into focus.
Her tits were not chained!
She was free.
And she instantly acted upon that freedom.
Easing herself away from Ash's warmth, she got out of the blankets and stood up. Looking all around the barn, she saw the opened door, the beckoning sunlight coming in it, and her tit chains lying on the straw covered barn floor. Giving Ash a look to see if he was still asleep, she walked silently away.
What Carrie didn't know was that Ash was more than awake, had been for over an hour as he laid there watching her sleep beside him. Watched her curl into his arms, curl into his warmth. He had watched her, trying to understand what she meant to him. And as the sun poked through an opening of the barn roof, he came to the conclusion that he loved her.
He didn't know when or how it had happened. But he loved her. Loved her so much it was scary. What would he ever do if she left him?
He didn't know the answer to that question but he did know he wouldn't like it if she did. And then Pa came screaming in demanding breakfast.
Suddenly he had to know. Would Carrie leave him? Everything was there for her to leave-no chains and an open door.
He held his breath as she eased herself away from him. He saw her look around. See the open door and freedom. She stood up and walked away as his heart pounded in his chest. She was leaving him. She was walking toward the door and freedom.
He knew in that instance that he couldn't force her to stay. If she walked out that door, he would do nothing to stop her. He almost groaned at each of her five steps away from him. But then she stopped. And knelt down. What was she doing?
Carrie knelt at her chains. Picking them up, holding them against her chest. She knew they were the physical embodiment of her enslavement. But they were more than that. They were her link to Ash. Ash, whom she loved. Ash who made her body do things no one else could. Ash who was to be her husband this very day.
Holding her chains in one hand she looked until she saw the locks and the key lying on the straw. She smiled and picked them up and stood.
Turning back to Ash asleep on the blankets, she walked to him carrying the chains, locks and key cradled in her arms as one day she would carry the child she grew inside her, and knelt beside his sleeping form. She silently lowered the chains to the floor and slid one of the locks through its end link and attached it to her left ring. Then the other.
If there was one day in her life when she wanted to feel totally bound to Ash, it was her wedding day. Taking the free ends of the chains, she placed them in his out flung hand.
Yes, that's the way it should be, she thought. She was bound to Ash. More than by any chains. She was bound by love.
Ash kept his eyes closed. He had to. Or the tears would show and that wouldn't do for the woman kneeling beside him, as he suddenly understood the final ingredient. Not only did he love her. She loved him! And that love did not include her man crying. No, her love needed him to be firm, strong and demanding. And he would give her that love.
"Ash. Ash, it's time to wake up. Pa's hungry."
"Hummm?" he managed around his clogged throat.
"It' time for breakfast, Ash. Come on and get up. It's time to take me to the kitchen."
Take her? Oh God, yes. He'd take her. Take her for the rest of his natural life and maybe beyond.
He wrapped his hand around the chains she had placed there and pulled. Hard.
Carrie crashed onto his chest with a groan that was half pain and half passion. God, did she ever love being next to him.
"Pa can just wait for his damned breakfast. Get your pussy on my cock, Carrie, and fuck me. Fuck me on our wedding day."
He pulled her chains with every stroke of his cock up her cunt until they exploded as only those who know each other so fully can.
Pa got his breakfast. But it sure as hell was not at the normal time. It was a good hour late and Ash and Carrie just couldn't find it in their hearts to be sad about it, either.
With breakfast finally over, Carrie made her way into the living room and gasped.
Her clothes were back. She hadn't seen any of them since her first day at the farm. Where had they been, she wondered, as she walked to them. Then she laughed. She hadn't even thought that she would need clothing to go into town to get married. But of course, being dressed only in chains and colorful marks was not the socially acceptable way to be, no matter the fact that she had even forgotten how clothes felt on her body.
It's amazing, she thought, how one can get used to things. Especially when given no choice in the matter, as she reached for one of her old favorite dresses and held it up to her. Pressing it to her body, she noticed that the cloth did nothing to conceal the metal rings in her breasts.
How was she going to hide them under clothing?
Did she even want to? Turning, she presented her problem to Ash. She didn't say a word, but the rings poking through the material spoke eloquently for themselves.
"I see your problem. They are quite noticeable, aren't they? What all do you have there? Maybe we can hide them somehow." He knew for certain she would not even entertain the idea of removing them. Not after she had placed herself back in bondage to him in the barn earlier.
The two of them rummaged around her suitcases, but no matter what she held up to her, the rings were still evident.
"We could always make me fat. How would you feel marrying a fat bride? Or better yet, a very pregnant one. That would sure as hell stop a lot of foolish questions."
Ash smiled. "Better a fat bride than no bride. A bit of padding should cover the rings, and we can always take the chains off."
"NO! Ah I mean, ahha I'd rather not. If you don't mind, that is."
Ash understood. Better than she thought he did. After all, he had not been asleep when she had placed them back on herself. "Fine. You can be carrying twenty pound of chains in your pregnant belly."
After that, it almost became a game as Gary, Doug and even Pa joined in helping Carrie dress for her wedding to Ash. They stripped a pillowcase off of one of Pa's pillows. Stuffed it with the abundant supply of Carrie's unwanted clothing, as Ash tied it around her waist.
None missed the fact that he also tied her two chains between the ropes and her chest, pulling the shit out of her ringed tits in the process. But as all had learned to expect from her, Carrie did not voice the slightest complaint as her tits were almost folded in half by Ash's actions.
Wearing chains, ropes and a stuffed pillowcase, they all tried helping her get into the dress Ash had selected. The blue, draping dress had at first seem quit extensive, but when they went to pull it over her enlarged abdomen none of them could help but laugh.
"Well, they sure as hell ain't gonna ask why you two are getting married," came for the usually quiet Pa as they all saw her stomach bulge out in front of her.
"That's part of the plan, Pa. Damned few questions. At least no one knows Carrie is my cousin. If they did, the biggest belly in the world wouldn't make any difference."
The others present were suddenly aware of the whole situation as never before. Ash and Carrie being first cousins would make for not only questions, but what about the baby itself? Was she carrying a monster in her? Pa, in one of his saner moments, thought it would be an easy thing to kill it if it was deformed, and silently didn't bother to voice his opinion. Because if there was one thing he knew Ash treasured, it was family. Deformed or not.
"Shoes," he said instead. "She'll have to have shoes, too. Where the hell did you put them Gary? Never mind. Get them. Now. We got us a wedding to go to."
Ten minutes later all five of them piled into the untrustworthy pickup and were heading into town. Doug drove, as only he and Carrie had a license, as Carrie and Ash sat in the cab. Gary and Pa road agreeably in the back, as they chugged their way to town.
"Who will marry us, Ash?"
"Judge Williamson. A preacher would want us to wait and I don't want to. We'll do it today, Carrie. Besides, the Judge owes me a few favors. He'll do it. And gladly."
She wondered what kind of favor a judge could owe Ash, but didn't bother asking. If he'd do it, that's all Carrie cared about.
Ash, on the other hand, had no doubts about Harry doing the wedding. Not when he remembered the night he caught him fucking the preacher's daughter out in the woods. No, Harry would gladly do the service.
Doug parked the truck in front of the Judge's house and they all climbed out and walked to the door. Ash smiled at Mrs. Williamson, who looked nothing like Sally Jo, the preacher's daughter, and quickly explained their presence.
Well, do come in. All of you. Harry's in the garden."
She left to retrieve her husband for the auspicious occasion of a McRae getting married, thinking she'd never live to see the day. With self- importance, she drug the judge, dirt and all, back into the house and into the waiting room where the McRae's were gathered.
"Well, Ash. I hear congratulations are in order. And this," he paused as he took in the extorted size of Carrie's stomach, "ah must be the bride. Jumped the gun a bit, didn't you, Ash? Well, better late than never, I always say. Come on it. I'll get the papers and the baby will have its father's name all legal and aboveboard."
He ushered them into another room that was obviously used for ceremonies. "Now then, what's your name, missy?"
"Carrie Ann Mitchell."
"Place of birth and date?"
"Charlestown. April 22."
"And the year?"
Carrie looked up at Ash.
"She's seventeen, Harry. But I'm sure that under the circumstances, it can be overlooked. How about you? Think it matters?"
Harry knew Ash's thoughts and he wasn't about to let him say Sally's name. Not with his wife present. "No. I think we can overlook it. Well, we have enough witnesses, so let's do it."
Do it, they did. Ten minutes later Carrie and Ash were man and wife. Ash paid the standard fee and they all climbed back in the truck for the ride back to the farm.
"Stop by the bank first, Doug. I need to get some money."
"What the hell for, Ash?"
"It's my wedding day, shithead. And brides expect certain things on their wedding day."
Doug didn't ask any more questions as he pulled up in front of the bank and Ash went in, leaving the rest of them speculating at his intentions. They watched people come and go, some almost running, and waited for a good half hour before Ash came back out. He was smiling and got back in.
"Now drive over to Mable's. We're picking up something there."
"Sure, Ash," and Doug drove to the local diner. Three people rushed out and dumped several boxes in the back with Pa and Gary, said congratulations, and again they were driving away. No matter the question asked, Ash refused to answer it, as they drove back to the farm.
"You and Gary set things up while I have some time alone with my wife."
"What things? Damn it, Ash, you're action mighty strange today."
"It's my wedding day. I'm allowed to act as strange as I want. And once you open the boxes, you'll know what I mean by setting it up. I think in front of the barn will be fine. Come on Mrs. McRae, let's get you out of those damned clothes and into some good old fashioned flesh."
Carrie was more than eager to follow Ash and do whatever he wanted. Especially when it came to getting out of the clothes. God damned, did they ever feel confining as hell after months of not wearing any. There was also the fact that her tits were aching like the dickens with being folded over and pulled by the ropes around her to hold the bag in place.
"Place your hands on your head, Carrie, and don't move them. No matter what."
"Sure Ash." She raised her hands, felt her tits pull even more, and placed them on her head as she saw Ash reach into his pocket and pull his knife out. If he thought she was afraid of that he was dead wrong. She feared nothing from Ash, expect his withdraw.
So she didn't even flinch when he reached toward her with the knife. He tried to look threatening, but she didn't buy it for a moment, as he lowered it and began cutting her clothes off her body.
The knife went up one sleeve. Then the other. Straight down the center of the front and he ripped the top away. Wedging it between material and the lump in front of her body, he sliced it all the way to the hem and it fell to the floor. She didn't regret its removal in the least, as he began to saw through the ropes holding the pillowcase to her.
The final strand gave with a pop and the pillow case fell at her feet as the enclosed chains began to unravel and head in the same direction as they again did their time honored job of pulling the shit out of her tits. But she had long become accustomed to twenty pounds of chains hanging from her breasts and hardly moved at all.
"Proud of yourself, aren't you?"
"Yep. I sure am. I go you didn't I?"
"That you did, Carrie. But tell me, what are you going to do with me now that you got me?"
"That, Ash, is the easiest question in the world to answer," she said as she lowered her arms. Bringing her hands to the hanging chains she followed them down a ways then picked them up. Placing them in his hands, she wrapped her around his neck and reached up to kiss him. "I'm going to love you for the rest of my life, Ash. I'll never leave you, no matter what you do to me. The only way we'll separate is by death or if you leave the farm. And I know you'll never leave it, so it will be death."
"Are you sure, Carrie? Are you really sure?"
"I've been sure for a long time and this morning I made my final decision. You're stuck with Ashely McRae, whether or not you want to be. You're stuck with me."
"Well," he responded as he wrapped his arms around her while still holding the chains she had given him, "I guess we're stuck with each other because I sure as hell ain't leaving. You or the farm."
"Good. But there is something I think you should know."
"What's that?"
"I'm ah disgustingly rich, Ash. I've got more money that I can ever spend. Do you mind?"
"Nope. I even spent some of it today."
"You did? On what?"
"Here," taking her arms from around his neck, he held them in front of him. Again he reached into his pocket. A second later Carrie had another ring. A wedding ring.
"Oh, Ash. It's beautiful. But how... "
"I sent someone over while I was in the bank. You like it?"
"I love it, but not as much a I love you. It's perfect."
"Does it fit OK?"
"Perfect. But what's all that stuff in the back of the truck?"
"It's a picnic. I called Mable's and had her throw together the makings so my wife wouldn't have to cook on her wedding day. How's that sound to you?"
"Wonder. Just wonderful. Let's go eat it. I'm starved."
"Just one minute, Mrs. McRae."
"Yes, Mr. McRae?"
He didn't bother answering verbally, but he sure did physically as he pulled her back into his arms. Carrie felt the unmistakable pressure of his hard cock pressing into her and knew that the picnic would be unavoidably detained as they had more serious business to attend to.
Pa and the boys had eaten all of the chicken and most of the other meats before the newly wed couple.