The ceremony

Ben massaged his temples.

He considered commanding someone attractive to do it for him, but using his talents with a migraine was always painful. The reward was in no way worth what it would cost him. Instead, the pig settled into his seat in the main hall and waited.

He'd spotted a small crowd outside the coatroom on the way there. Crystals doing, he was sure of it. Ever since he had her masturbate on a crowded bus she'd always loved drawing a crowd. That several of those gathered were telling others to mind their own business only confirmed his suspicions as he passed. It didn't matter. She didn't matter. The novelty of corrupting an innocent young girl had worn off. He didn't care what she did or with whom.

Piercing pain behind his eyes.

His sights were set on something more; the wedding. His mind raced with plans and possibilities, with all the things he would do, the changes he would make. He wasn't there to find a new bitch to hang on his arm, he was there to make that wedding the stuff of legend. To make Eric and Junes big day a life ruining event they could never forget.

A ringing in his ears.

Ben popped another pill. The ceremony was minutes away and he had plans. Big plans. Plans that required using his talent on everyone gathered. Previously, a restaurant of thirty seven had been the largest crowd he'd ever commanded. But between the guests, wedding party and hired help there would be over one hundred people in the room. He needed to be in top form.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll find your way to your seats, the ceremony will begin in a few minutes."

It was almost go time.

The **** in the grotesque mans body seeped between blood and brain to bring relief to the throbbing in his skull. As guests filed into the grand hall the pain ebbed away to leave only ambitious depravity in its place. The ever present murmur of the crowd could do little to aggravate his chemically calmed mind.

"Hey babe. I did what you asked."

Crystal sat next to her corruptive influence. Her hair was a mess, her makeup running and her sheer dress stained from the bodily fluids it was pulled over. Whatever was done to her in the coatroom was rough and disrespectful. Just the way Ben liked to give it.

"Sit down and shut up."

The teenage cock sleeve did as she was told, as did every guest within earshot. It was a simple command for a few people, not the sort of thing that would push him, not the sort of thing that would pain him.

In time, the ceremony began. First there was music, again with the string quartet. The parents of the bride and groom came down the aisle and seated themselves in the front row. Little did they know they had the best view for what Ben hoped would be a great show. Then came the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Finally, the groom himself. Eric gave his unwelcomed guest a look when he took his place at the front of the room. It was a mixture of hate, disgust and helplessness. The man knew there was something wrong. On some level he still fought desperately against whatever unnatural **** the vile creature had levelled against him. But there was little he could do. He knew it. Ben knew it. All the groom could see was a wide, yellow smile.

"Please rise for the bride."

The music changed, chairs shuffled and a hundred pairs of eyes turned to the door. There were a few gasps audible enough to be heard across the hall. As June walked the aisle those gasps grew as a wave behind her. The bride couldn't help but smile. Her dress was drawing a reaction, but it looked so good.

What was left of the garment swished dangerously across her thighs. Each step she took towards her groom threatened to expose her most intimate parts to him, the wedding party and everyone looking at her from the front. Those behind, those left gasping in her wake, were treated to an almost unobstructed view of her toned cheeks. That she was going commando was obvious.

The raven haired beauty didn't see anything wrong with the display. It was unconventional, certainly, and a mostly suppressed part of her mind knew people would be taking issue with it, but it was her day. Her wedding. Her dress. If she thought a micro skirt looked better, then a micro skirt looked better. Her husband-to-be, Eric, seemed to take issue with it. As she came to stop next to him, as the guests seated themselves, the man leaned in and tried to say something through grit teeth and a **** smile. He knew there was something wrong, he knew who to blame and he tried, so very hard, to do something about it.

"If I could have a few minutes of everyone's time."

Ben had remained standing to give the first of his commands the best chance to reach everyone in the room. Every face in the hall turned to him, all silent, all waiting. He stepped into the aisle and started making his way to the front.

"I'm sure many of you have noticed that this wedding is a bit different. But that's fine, just roll with it."

Specific instructions would have been followed specifically, but a command as vague as "just roll with it" could be applied to anything. Those under his power would find their own reasons, their own justifications, to roll with whatever happened at that wedding. It saved him the effort of having to micromanage the crowd; something he desperately needed. Already, there was a pounding behind his eyes. Those two commands were enough to overwhelm his chemically treated mind.

"I- um..."

His head felt like a zit ready to pop, like another command to the whole crowd really would make his vile brain explode out his ears. There'd have to be changes. He'd have to scale things back for a time. The pig settled on pulling the raven haired bride close and whispering into her ear. She nodded. She smiled. She blushed.

Ben turned his back on the crowd, took a wide stance and dropped his pants. June squatted down in front of him with her own legs parted as wide as they would go. Everyone in the audience could look between Bens grotesque legs and see her bare pussy on full display. They could tell that her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a heart, a fun little show for her groom. They could also tell what she was doing. The sounds of her slurping and throat fucking the fat pigs greasy cock made their way clear across the otherwise quiet hall.

Eric wanted to do something, as did many others. He instead gave Ben a few minutes and rolled with the situation.

"Oh fuck yeah, suck it you whore. Lick up that smegma, clean my rancid dick."

When he was close Ben took a handful of silky black hair and pulled her back. Her eyes, bright and blue, looked up at him longingly. He pumped himself. Fat, sausage fingers wrapped around a grotesque, misshapen tool.

"Here it comes. Remember not to swallow."

The first glob of thick, pungent spunk flew into her dark hair. He adjusted his aim and fired again across the womans lips and tongue. There was more, plenty more. Ben hadn't gotten off in days. He'd been saving it for her, for June. Only when the last of his vile seed oozed from his cock did he stop to appreciate what he'd done. Most of his load sat in her open mouth, though he'd gotten plenty on her lips. Enough to run and drip from her chin.

"Sorry everyone, the ceremony will carry on in just a few moments."

Not a command, just an announcement for the crowd of increasingly impatient wedding guests. He'd asked for a few minutes, he got a few minutes, now they wanted to get the show on the road. Ben turned to flash his cock to the crowd before pulling up his pants and returning to his seat. June, meanwhile, squatted down in front of one of the groomsmen and started undoing his belt. When his member was exposed she got to work, having never swallowed Bens load. He rolled with it.

"Fuck that's hot." Crystal was shamelessly masturbating in her seat. Her legs were wide, her dress up around her waist, she didn't care that she sat in the middle of a crowd. "Ben, baby, can I-"

"What did I say?"

She stopped talking, but she didn't stop finger fucking herself.

June worked her way down the line of groomsmen. There were three in all, including the best man. When he was finished, when his load had been added to the mess in her mouth and on her face, she returned to her position next to her beloved Eric.

The priest took that as a sign to continue. He offered a prayer, then went into a long winded speach about love and loyalty and the purity of marriage. All the while the guests stared at June's toned ass, framed by the edge of her miniskirt, the tops of her white stockings and the straps of her garters.

"And now, the couple has written their own vows."

June and Eric faced on another. The spunk on the bride's lips had lost some of its color and much had dripped down to the front of her dress, but it was still there. She was still a mess.

"June..."

Ben yawned. Erics vows were boring. They were typical of upper middle class, white christians. Though the man had indeed written them himself, his vows could have just as easily been copied from a couple Hallmark cards. It was only when he finished, when the priest motioned for June to give her vows, that things got interesting.

She spoke.

Her words came through a mouthful of spit and cum. The frothy mixture spilled from her lips and covered her chin. She didn't mind. She hardly noticed. June was focused only on giving Eric her vows. She promised to love him, to cherish him, to stay loyal to him. They were just as plain and boring as the ones he gave. It was only the utter depravity of the situation that kept Ben interested.

With vows exchanged came the rings. With rings exchanged came the moment they had all been waiting for. Everyone, bride and groom, guests and wedding party, knew what was coming. But they rolled with it. As disgusting as it was, as much as Eric himself wanted to simply leave, they rolled with it.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Eric and June kissed for the first time as man and wife.

June was happy. Of course she was. It was just as Ben had whispered to her, it was her day and she should be happy. Eric was conflicted. He wanted to fight. To run. To scream and to cry and to give up on life itself.

He rolled with it.