A wedding with a beautiful bride

She was one of the loveliest creatures he’d ever seen, long golden hair, big doe eyes, a long slim neck, just perfect for a collar. She couldn’t have been older than 25. She emanated joy and wholesomeness. Jerry had to have her.

It surprised him that in this reality people were still getting married, but some people just went on with life as if nothing had changed. He was going to show her that something had changed.

He watched for ceremony and the reception. She said her vows with tears in her eyes. Then she danced and celebrated with her friends and family. This was the most important day of her life, but not for the reason she thought.

It was several hours into the reception and she snuck off to the ladies room, tired, tipsy she never noticed that there was already a man sitting on the toilet in the stall when she plopped down.

Jerry put one hand over her mouth the stifle the scream and the other under her dress. Luckily it was a simple dress, not too difficult to get into. No doubt she could feel his massive hardon against her ass.

He whispered at her. “I’m not going to fuck you, even thought I could. You see, I own you. You didn’t read the fine print on page 23 of your rental contract did you? You’re legally a **** now.” He slipped just hand off her soft mouth. What was she going to do, scream? She could scream as much as she wanted. Every court in the land was on his side.

“What do you want me to do to you?” She asked, her voice shaking.

That would be too easy and Jerry knew it. “Oh you sweet little slut, you’re not ready for me yet. Who is that fat guy in the red shirt?”

“Him?” The pretty thing was shocked. “That’s my husband’s cousin.”

“You’re going to go to him and tell him you’ve been thinking about him all night and when everyone goes you want to bring him in here and suck his brains out.”

“But...”

“Don’t worry about your dumb groom. We’ll take care of him.”

So Jerry asked Cathy, his head of catering, to slip something into the groom’s drink. He passed out quickly and his groomsmen carried him off to his room. The other guests slowly departed until it was just the pretty thing and the fat cousin. Then Jerry peeped at them as they fell into the bathroom, both tipsy. Tensely, she pulled down his pants, revealing his small, pathetic cock and she supplicated herself to it, wrapping her lips around it and sucking.

“That’s it slut.” The fat cousin moaned, tugging at her hair, guiding her tongue around his knob and balls. She slurped him up, not seeming happy about it. And finally he shoved her away and finished himself, jerking his jizz onto the cold tile floor as she watched. Then he split.

What a humiliating way to end her wedding day, and a wonderful way to begin her life of slavery. Jerry came out from his spot and directed her to lick up the cum off the floor.

And she did, clearly not into being a ****, but knowing she has no say in it.

“You’re going to come back here next Friday.” Jerry said to her. “There’s another event that you’re needed for.”