The honeymoon cottages at Mirror Lake were a hundred yards apart, each secluded in a clump of trees. They looked like ornate little gingerbread houses.
Cole stopped the car beside the one reserved for Colette and her new husband. Seeing it increased her anguished feelings of distress. It seemed bitterly ironic that she was soon to be ravaged in the very bed where she was to have spent her wedding night with her adoring husband.
Jesse had forced her to suck his cock off three times on their way to the lake. Three times, and his prick was getting hard again already! She wondered if he would ever tire.
Dawn was in a state of shock. Her mind simply refused to believe this could be happening. She'd hardly been aware of Frank opening the back of her wedding gown and pulling off her bra so that he could suck her luscious big tits while fingering her pussyhole.
And she refused to believe that her body had responded to him, but her pussy was seeping damp warmth, so much that it ran down her soft thighs when she walked up the steps to the cottage's front door.
Jesse and Colette were just ahead of her, but she hardly saw them. That was her only escape, to retreat into a mental void.
Jesse opened the cottage door and swept Colette into his arms. "A young bride should always be carried across the threshold," he said cheerfully.
The girl could only shudder. Mocking tradition was an additional obscenity. Colette wondered if she would ever feel like celebrating a wedding anniversary with her husband. Or if she would ever see him again, for that matter. She had no idea what these rough men would do when they tired of her.
Jesse threw her down on one side of the huge bed that dominated the main room. He stood over her, a lean and wiry man. The evil gleam in his eyes and his taut grin made her blood run cold.
Frank carried Dawn into the room and dropped her on the other side of the bed. Cole brought up the rear, bringing a case of chilled champagne. He set it on the table and said, "Ripping off the reception hall was a great idea, Jess!"
"That's why I'm the leader of this outfit," he said sternly. "What all did you bring?"
"Everything you said, two big trays of food them silly little round sandwiches with all the crust cut off. Two platters of cold cuts, champagne and wedding cake. I even brought some of the gifts they had on display, a bunch of sexy negligees and like that."
"What about the stuff from the hardware store?"
"Got that too, but I had to pay for most of it. The ropes and chains. All I could sneak into my pocket was the padlocks you wanted."
Locks and chains? Colette shivered and felt sick.
"Well, let's get it all brung in. We sure don't want to be bothered unloading the car later on!" Jesse said. They all laughed and hurried out the door, congratulating themselves on their good fortune. "This is gonna be the best damn honeymoon we ever went on," Jesse was saying.
"Dawn. Hey, Dawn! What's the matter with you?"
"Hungh? What? Nothing's the matter. Is it time to leave for the church?"
"We've been to the church, silly. And we've been kidnapped!"
"No!"
"We've got to get out of here. They've gone to get locks and chains. If we don't leave now, might never get out."
"Yes, we should leave. I don't want to be late for my wedding," Dawn said woodenly.
"Oh, Jesus! She's flipped out!" Colette rolled off the bed, unsteady because her wrists were bound behind her back. "Come on, there's a back door in the kitchenette. I'll need you to open it."
"We mustn't let the grooms see us before the ceremony," Dawn whispered. "That's supposed to bring bad luck."
"Just shut up and open the door."
Dawn slipped out, glancing around nervously. "I don't see anyone."
"Good. Then run! Run like hell, Dawn!"
She clattered noisily down the wooden steps in her slender spike-heeled shoes. Jesse heard the noise and came running, but Dawn was already into the trees. He grabbed Colette as she came down the stairs.
"God damn you!" he growled.
Frank and Cole came running up.
"The other one got away," he said. "After her! The one of you who brings her back gets to pop her cherry."
"What are you going to be doing while we hunt for her?" Cole wondered.
"Teaching this one what a naughty girl she's been. Now get moving! If she makes it to the main lodge there'll be hell to pay!"
Colette breathed a sigh of despair. Neither of them even knew where the main lodge was. And in her shocked state of confusion, Dawn might not be able to find it even if she knew. Jesse gripped her arm and whirled her around, pushing her back up the steps.
He hissed sharply and pushed her face down across the bed. The canopy, the bedcovers, even the window curtains were made of ruffled white satin like a wedding gown. An elegant scene for a terrible nightmare.
"You little bitch! Let's see how far you can run with this around your neck." Jesse pulled a stout length of chain from one of the boxes they'd brought in. He locked one end around her neck, the other around a bedpost supporting the canopy.
"I'm going to scream!" she warned as the second lock clicked shut.
"Do that and I'll stuff your panties and bra down your throat. You want that?"
"All right, then keep your mouth shut except to eat and tell me how great my cock is." He offered her a tray of food.
"I can't eat, my hands are still tied."
"Oh, yeah. Guess I'll have to feed you. Want some wedding cake?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
"But it's a tradition. The groom always gives the bride the first bite."
Jesse picked up the small top layer of one cake. The figure of a bride stood all alone. "Looks like the groom got lost along the way."
Colette was trying to keep her head together, but she was on the verge of tears. Jesse grinned and dropped the little plaster bride on the floor. Then he crushed it under his boot heel.
"I could do the same to you," he said.
"I know that."
"Then eat your cake." He shoved the whole thing into her face and smeared it around.
She moaned, sputtering and spitting in disgust. The creamy frosting tasted like cum to her. She hated it.
Jesse sat down on the bed and began unbuttoning her dress. It had a row of buttons running down from neck to waist – a dozen in all. "What's that for? A pearl button for every prick you fucked before you got married?"
"No, there aren't enough," she answered coldly. "I'd need buttons like that all the way down to my knees. I've had the clap more times than that. I've got it now, in fact."
"Don't try to shit me, girl. You had to pass a blood test to get a marriage license. You ain't got nothing but a pussy what is about to pleasure me greatly!"
"Well, I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're thinking."
"Didn't figure you was. Who you do the first time?" he asked curiously.
"The boy next door. He taught me a new way to play house."
"Your mother let you do that?"
"My mother wasn't home much. She fucking like a mink."
"Well, shit… maybe we shoulda grabbed her!"
"She'd love it," she said scornfully.
"So will you." He splayed the front of her gown open and reached back to take off her bra.
"I'm not going to move a muscle," she said. He pushed Colette down on her back and kissed her budding nipples one after the other. They were small and pink and firm. Jesse tongued them hard and made her moan.
He scooped up globs of frosting and smeared that on her tits, then he laughed and licked it off. Then he lifted the skirt of her long gown and put a white rose of icing on her silvery pussy. He smeared more frosting around her pussy slit.
"You're like a pig in a garbage pit," she said when he started to nibble hungrily at his handiwork.
"And your mother's an old whore," he shot back.
"She's not all that old!" Talking helped take her mind off what Jesse was doing to her. His tongue was so intensely stimulating that it made her want to scream.
With the frosting all licked away, he dipped into her dripping cunt. No amount of loathing or self-control could still the natural flow. Jesse chuckled deep, in his throat. Before long she would beg for his cock and that's what he wanted.
He swirled his tongue around her clit. Colette gasped sharply. Tears of anguished restraint watered her eyes. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but she couldn't help it.
"Oooh, God! Hungh! You're making me cum again!"
"Not all the way this time, baby. Not with my tongue." He raised his head and leered at her. "This time you climax on my big cock!"
"Then do it, for God's sake!"
"What do you want me to do?" he taunted her.
"Fuck me, you son of a bitch! Make me cum!"
Jesse began stripping off the stolen uniform slowly, smiling. Getting sucked off three times in the car had eased his usual rampant horniness and he enjoyed tormenting her this way.
"Hurry up, damn it! My cunt is going crazy! Fuck me, you miserable bastard! Fill my pussy!"
Jesse smiled and stroked his long prick. "Is this what your tiny little coat wants?" he teased.
"You know it is. If my hands weren't tied, I would have grabbed it already. I'd make you fuck me!"
"Now all you can do is beg."
"I'm begging, I'm pleading. I want your big cock. I have to know what a real big one is like."
"You'll never settle for anything less," be assured her. "You won't be worth shit to that husband of yours. You'll yawn and fall asleep when he fucks you with his wimpy little prick."
So he did plan to let her go eventually! That eased her mind some, but she wouldn't have left right then even if he'd turned her loose.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she chanted over and over.
He crouched between her spread legs. Sleek satin rustled as she squirmed anxiously, half in and half out of her beautiful wedding gown. Jesse bent down and swiped his cock up and down between the puffed outer lips of her pussy.
Colette bucked wildly. "Put it in! I want to feel it. I need to fuck!"
Jesse circled the bulged cockhead around her hole instead.
She babbled furiously. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, you asshole, or don't you know how? I'll bet you're a fucking fruitcake that doesn't even know what a woman is for!"
That did it; Jesse lunged and sank his cock to the hilt with one mighty thrust.
Colette's wild cry rattled the walls. Her body convulsed into undulating waves. But he wasn't thrusting fast enough to suit her, she had to heave her cunt at him and wring his big cock with all the heated fury boiling in her sultry cunt.
She groaned. "Good, I just can't get enough. It's better than any cock I ever had before. Rip my cunt with it. Ruin my pussy, I don't care. God, I love it. I want your hot prick in me forever!"
Then her first great climax of the long night began and Colette could only scream in frantic ecstasy.