Wedding of the Millennium

The beautiful redhead studied her reflection in the mirror and brushed a hand over a stray hair above her right ear. An excited shiver ran up her back for it was her wedding day and she was about to take a step that would change her life forever. Ginny McKay stepped back and gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. She had a scarlet veil on her head, certainly not the traditional colour for a blushing bride and blushing she was for, aside from the veil and a velvet choker and cameo broach at her throat, she was totally naked!

"Where's my gown?" she gasped as she turned to look for her bridesmaids. The only ones in the room with her were her ex-husband's wife, Ginny's arch-rival Mitzi McKay, and Ginny's daughter Sunny.

"You aren't wearing one, don't you remember?" Sunny said with a bemused grin. "You said you didn't want anyone to say you were hiding anything from your new husband. Maybe one of Niels new rules about concealed weapons."

Ginny looked at Mitzi who just leered back at her and then shook her head and said, "Tsk-tsk, and at your age old woman. You should set a better example for my step-daughter. I don't know what's going on in that empty red head of yours sometimes."

The trembling redhead looked back at the mirror, then slowly raised her hands to touch her body. Her huge breasts rode high and firm on her heaving chest, the dark areola had been outlined with a tattoo to emphasize the large expanse of dark-hued skin. Her eyes widened in surprise as she saw the studs that had been inserted in her long, tough nipples. Nipples that Kimberly Storm had spent weeks stretching with medieval devices and toughening with daily sessions in a futile attempt to reduce their now well-known sensitivity.

As her eyes moved down the reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile as she saw her body had been liberally covered with little sparkles, the only "clothes" she would wear to her nuptials. Passing down over the gentle swell of her lower belly, Ginny's eyes finally came to the thick, lush thatch of copper hair nestled between her heavy, muscular thighs. The long hair had been braided, although she had no recollection of it - as, indeed, she had no recollection of any preparations for this day.

"It's time Mom," Sunny said as she gently touched her mother's arm. "Just follow me."

Sunny picked up a wicker basket filled with rose pedals as Mitzi carefully arranged Ginny's veil over her face and turned to stand beside her, her elbow bent.

"What's that for?" Ginny asked, looking down at Mitzi's proffered arm.

"I'm giving away the bride," Mitzi said with a forced grin. "Apparently, the ad in the New York Post want ads fetched a higher price than expected."

"You sold me?" Ginny gasped just at the moment funereal music started to play.

Mitzi tugged her through a door into a cavernous chapel. The dark church (if that's what it was) was lit with candles down both aisles. Ginny had to squint in the dim light to make out the figures of people seated in the pews. She recognized several women from the IFWF; Mistress Chain and her slaves, Tanya, Chloe (chuckling at something Marta Forrest said) and Samantha Page. Several seemed sad, but most were grinning at her - a few even whispering behind their hands. She could just imagine what they were saying about her, dressed the way she was. Sunny walked calmly, face front, as she liberally spread a pathway of rose pedals for her mother and step-mother's trip down the aisle.

Looking ahead, Ginny could see a priest holding a leather bound tome at the alter. He was with two tall figures standing with their backs to her. One was balding, a little plump. The other (she suddenly realized she wished he was to be her groom) had his hair pulled back in a ponytail. He was slender for his size, but on studying him she felt a warm, comfortable glow in her loins. Surely, she thought, this is Mr. Right.

As Mitzi guided her to the alter, Ginny looked out the corners of her eyes, looking for friends, family or familiar faces. She nearly stumbled when she saw her former lover, Jacki Frost in the front row. She was sitting beside Kimberly Storm who was holding Jacki's hand as the ex-jailbird sobbed into a handkerchief. On the other side of Jacki sat former Warden Lisa "The Lash" Lassiter. She leered at Ginny then moved her hand upward from Jacki's knee between her thighs. Ginny saw Jacki's body jerk as the cruel warder gave her a squeeze, then she blew the bride a kiss.

Seated with Jacki and Kimberly were the rest of Ginny's Syndicate partners, Nikki Foxx and Kim Ice being most prominent in the seating arrangements. Across the aisle sat Sherry Ann with her girlfriend x, sister Donna Marie and the rest of the Body Shop. Behind them, laughing and chattering gaily, were the Andersons, Betty and Michelle the Great, the McKay's most bitter enemies and hated rivals. With cousin Kelly Kanyon and their stablemate Nyki Nguyen they were clearly enjoying the spectacle of their favourite "whipping girl" (as Betty once called Ginny) walking naked into God knows what kind future with a man she didn't know and couldn't remember meeting. Surreal didn't begin to describe the scene.

Ginny tried to sneak a look at her fiance, but couldn't turn her head. She remembered the cameo broach at her throat and guessed it might have something to do with the paralysis. She tried to concentrate on the priest who was reading from the book. His words were indistinct and there was a buzzing in her ears. Ginny's hands started to tremble, frightened she wouldn't be able to say the right thing at the appropriate time. Her uncertainty about the situation, the identity of her fiancé, her nakedness and all else seemed insignificant compared to the possibility of her making an even bigger fool of herself than she had already.

"Dearly beloved," the man droned, "we've gathered here to witness the union of this couple in unholy wedlock."

From the back, someone guffawed and several more chuckled at the sound.

He pointed to Ginny as he asked, "Do you swear to submit yourself to your spouse, forswearing all other allegiances and giving yourself completely, totally, without hesitation, to whoever, whenever and wherever you are ordered?"

Ginny's throat was parched, her lips dry as she tried to speak. To her, the sound she made sounded more like a frog croaking than a bride saying, "I do."

He pointed at her again, his voice dropping an octave for dramatic effect no doubt, "Do you swear to keep yourself naked at all times so every part of your body is available without delay for whatever your spouse wishes?"

Ginny's knees began to tremble as she stammered the expected response, "I, I d…do."

The priest smiled and nodded. It seemed she'd done as expected. She couldn't believe she'd sworn to do those things. What was she thinking?

The priest smiled at the groom. "Do you promise to make her sorry she ever agreed to this perversion?"

Ginny gasped when she heard the sweet voice of an angel say, "Oh, yes. I do."

The priest made a sign with his hand and chuckled as he said, "Then by the power vested in me by the shareholders of Carmikel, Inc., I pronounce you married. You may kiss, and then spank, the bride."

Ginny felt gentle hands on her shoulders, turning her. She blushed as she looked up into the face of…Evonne! The tall blonde gazed down at her new bride, smiled as she lifted the scarlet veil and laid it back over Ginny's auburn hair. Evonne leaned forward, her lips parted and … a snake stuck it's head out of her mouth!

Ginny screamed and sat upright, her nude body slick with sweat. She looked around desperately for an exit through which she could escape, but she was no longer in the chapel, she was sitting on her mat on the floor beside Evonne's bed in her apartment. Suddenly, the redhead felt the bed move and Evonne's hand came down and caressed her head softly.

"What's the matter baby, having a bad dream?"

Ginny wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering against the chill of the conditioned air.

"A nightmare is more like it. It was so weird, I can't describe it. I'm sorry I woke you Ma'am. I shouldn't have cried out like that."

Evonne pressed her fingers to Ginny's cheek, pulling her head against the side of the bed so she could bend down and kiss her on the forehead. "Don't be silly, you couldn't help it. I was having the most delicious dream myself, but no matter. I can't bear to think of what you must have been suffering. Come, come up and lay with me, let me make you feel better."

Ginny started to climb into bed in her usual 69 position, but this time Evonne stopped her and guided her to lay next to her with her back to Evonne. The tall blonde slid against Ginny in the spoon position, reached her arm over and cradled one of the redhead's big, soft breasts. She gently massaged it as she wedged a knee between Ginny's thighs which quickly spread to permit her Mistress full access. Evonne rubbed her thigh on Ginny's mound, arousing her to even higher heights. The breast/pussy massage quickly brought Ginny gasping to orgasm…then another and a third! Evonne was a miracle worker tonight and Ginny loved every minute of it. They slipped off to sleep, Evonne head against the back of Ginny's neck, her flat hard belly as she breathed slowly rubbing Ginny's butt, the tiny blonde hairs tickling slightly as she slept.

Ginny was awakened by sunlight streaming in the window onto her face. She started to roll over to kiss Evonne good morning when she realized she was still on her mat on the floor. Above her in bed, Evonne was stirring as well. The big blonde business tycoon peered over the edge of the bed as her hand appeared from beneath the covers and slapped Ginny's bottom sharply.

"Good, you're finally awake you lazy slut. You know you woke me twice last night with your screaming and moaning. I better not have to endure another night like that or it's back to Kimberly Storm for more training for you my girl. Now, before you fix my breakfast; get up here and give me some good morning sugar."

Ginny started to get into the bed as she had in her dream, but Evonne quickly corrected her and guided her to the foot of the bed. "You've got to work your way up, same as yesterday, the day before and every other day. I swear, sometimes you don't seem to remember one thing I've told you. Now get busy, I had a great dream last night and I'm hot and horny this morning."

The big redhead sighed, pressed her lips to Evonne's instep then slowly and lovingly began to lick upward toward her goal.
The End?