Rob caught the garter and stared at it in a state of complete shock. He'd expected to find the honeymoon cottage empty. He'd been in such a rush to get inside, he hadn't even put his cock back into his formal wedding pants. It was dangling limp and wet from the furious sucking that Fabrianne had treated him to in the car.
Then he saw his new bride's cousin sprawled across the bed, her wrists cruelly bound, her beautiful wedding gown torn and rumpled in disarray. Her beautiful big tits loomed before his eyes, nipples taut and wet.
He gasped, "Dawn… what are you doing here?"
Before she could answer, Tom entered the room. He was grinning lewdly and carrying Colette's mother across the threshold, delighted that his cock hadn't fired and he would get to fuck Fabrianne first.
Tom had one hand under her ass to support the bulk of her weight. It was under the sheer fabric of her dress too and his fingers teased her crotch. His other arm looped around her, and his hand was clasped deep into the fur of her stole to squeeze the jutting tit underneath.
Distracted by Fabrianne's anxious writhing, a full second passed before he noticed his beautiful bride bound to the bed. "Oh, Jesus!" he said when their eyes met. He hadn't put his cock back in his pants either. It stuck out hard and twitched with desire for the sultry, silver-haired bitch in his arms. But the shock of seeing Dawn made him drop Fabrianne.
She fell on her ass at his feet with a thump.
"Tom! Wh-what were you holding Colette's mother like that for?" Dawn asked with a tearful sob.
"I-I – oh, shit!"
Cole kicked the door shut and leaned against it with a knowing grin on his lips. "I think your loving husband was about to fuck this pretty bitch."
"Do you mean sleep with her?" Dawn moaned.
"No, he means fuck her. Stick his hot young cock into her pussyhole," Frank said, still leaning against the wall.
Rob was trying to stuff his cock back into his pants. "You must be the kidnappers! Isis my wife Colette here too?"
"In the other cottage with my brother Jesse," Frank said. "Her honeymoon has already started."
Rob winced. He was tall and strongly built but looked small standing beside the hulking Frank James.
"I wouldn't be in a rush to put my cock away if I was you," Frank said with a strangely warped smile. "Cole and me had a deal. The one to catch the garter gets first crack at the tawny little virgin we got tied to the bed."
"No!" Tom shouted. "She's my wife!"
"Looks to me like you got all you can handle with that foxy lady you just carried over the threshold," Cole said with a leering hot, glance at Fabrianne.
She shivered and snuggled deeper into her luxurious stole.
"Put her on the bed right there beside your bride," Frank said. "We'll make this a double ceremony, just like your wedding."
"But I want to be with Dawn!" Tom said.
"Didn't look like that to me when you walked in," Frank said. "You had one hand full of tit, the other feeling her cunt. I don't think it would be right to make the lady wait after what you warmed her up for."
Fabrianne's lewd desires had been chilled by the shock. She blushed with shame and shivered violently, feeling hot and cold at the same moment.
"Push her down on the bed," Cole said. "I'll get some rope and we'll tie her right next to your wife."
"No!" Tom and Fabrianne both screamed.
Frank grabbed the struggling woman. Cole grabbed Dawn's reluctant groom. Rob just sank into a chair, too weak with shock to say or do anything.
Frank threw Fabrianne across the bed and bound her with her arms spread. She was so close to the young bride that her right hand could touch Dawn's left. Fabrianne could feel Dawn's golden wedding band. Touching, it made the horror of their desperate situation even worse. They both sobbed in despair.
Tom stood firm and defiant. "You can tie up the woman if you want, but nothing will make me fuck her."
"I'm only telling you to do what you obviously had in mind when you walked in," Frank said coldly.
He grabbed the turned wooden leg of a table near the wall and broke it off as easily as someone snapping a matchstick. He smacked the three-inch thick table leg into his left palm like a club. "I'll use this on you if you don't fuck that woman while we all watch."
"Beat me, I don't care! I can't subject Dawn to anything so depraved," Tom said.
Frank shot him a chilly grin. "It ain't you I'm gonna beat. It's your tawny little bride."
"You bastard!" Tom looked around, but Cole was watching him too closely to think of escape. "You're both bastards!"
"Hey, just be glad you get to fuck somebody. This is your wedding night!" Frank said with a peal of laughter.
Fabrianne felt numbing fear. What they had planned for her made her skin crawl. She kicked her feet in a frantic effort to break free. But that only hiked up her dress, exposing her long, shapely legs and the inviting hump of her pussy mound sheathed in shimmering black bikini panties with a sheer lace inset that let the silvery sheen of her cunt hair show through.
"Get outta that monkey suit," Cole said firmly.
Tom stripped off the swallow-tailed coat, loosened his tie and began to unbutton his formal shirt. He felt an odd mix of emotions, desire blended with shame. He'd been anxious to fuck Fabrianne since they first danced at the reception hall. The way she worked her luscious pussy mound against his anxious cock was more than any healthy young male could resist.
And if they'd found the cottage empty as expected, he knew he'd be in her silvery pussy already, firing his virgin load of cum into her.
Feeling her tit and the sultry dampness of her pussy while carrying her in had made his anxious horniness rage even more. Now with his young bride watching him undress the woman lying beside her. Tom in unbearable shame. He wondered if he could even get his cock up with his bound virgin wife watching.
Naked, he stood with his cock hanging limp. "Even threatening to beat my bride won't make my prick hard," Tom said. "There's no way you can force a man to get a hard-on when he's sick with shame."
Frank began to fondle Dawn's luscious tits from the far side of the bed. His powerful arms reached over her shoulders, hands clasped so that her large nipples bulged invitingly between his thumbs and first fingers.
"I'll bet you'd like to be feeling her tits instead of me," he said.
"Yes," Tom's voice rasped.
"Then do it."
Dawn breathed a thankful little sigh and almost managed a smile when Frank drew away and her young husband crouched on his knees between her spread legs. The antique satin of her white gown rustled under his weight.
"Hi, sweetheart," he whispered softly.
"Oooh, Tom!" Her chest heaved with a wracking sob. "It's been so awful!"
"I know, darling. I know!" His hands reached out, so tense with anticipation that his fingers trembled.
Her lips quivered and Dawn winced when he touched her. His hands tightened, fingers molding her creamy mounds.
"They're even better than I thought!" he panted.
Dawn winced. Tom was mauling her as roughly as the others, fondling her crudely, stroking her nipples hard. They swelled and tingled beneath his whirling fingers. Then he bent down with his drooling lips in a wicked grin.
The tawny young virgin shivered. Frank and Cole had been right. Her husband wasn't much different from them. He kissed and sucked her tits, one after the other, swaying his head back and forth.
He pushed her two gorged nipples together and sucked them both at once. Dawn thought that was an awful thing for even her husband to do.
"Stop it, Tom! This isn't right," she whined.
"Of course it is. You're my wife and this is our wedding night. Everything is all right now!"
His cock had stiffened and straightened itself. Dawn could see it through tear-streaked eyes. It throbbed obscenely between his legs.
She felt a similar throbbing in her, a restless and unfamiliar pulses writhed in her pussyhole. It churned in fury, dripping wet with sweet scented musk. She sighed.
The scent of his bride's virgin pussy made Tom's cock swell even more. Bulged veins looked like blue cables taut and surging with life. Sucking Dawn's glorious big tits and tonguing her nipples had given him the biggest and best hard-on ever!
"God, I want to fuck you!" he groaned. "I want to put my cock inside of you."
"Inside where?"
"In your tawny little pussy, of course."
"But why?" Dawn's eyes looked vacant and afraid. Her own dear husband was talking about the same strange and awful things the kidnappers had.
"To rip your cherry and make it bleed. To fuck my cock deep and feel you cum. To fill your sweet pussy with my hot jism!"
"Oooh, no! Not you, Tom!"
"Not yet, anyway," Frank agreed. "The lady is waiting right next to your wife, and your cock is plenty hard enough to fuck her now."
Fabrianne gave an excited little gasp. Hearing Tom's horny tit-sucking and watching his hot young prick swell made her pussy stir with fiery heat. Her breath came in short gasps. Her body seethed restlessly.
Tom hesitated, then saw Frank pick up the heavy table leg. "All right!" he said quickly.
His cock was so aching hot to fuck that he didn't care much who got the pleasure anymore.
He threw back the front of Fabrianne's luxurious stole and ripped open the front of her dress. She cried out, stunned by his sudden violence.
"I haven't sucked enough tit to satisfy me yet," he said. He clawed at her lacy black under-wire bra and tore that away too. Rasping and grunting, he pulled her dress off and dropped her panties around her knees.
"Oooh, Tom!" she cried. Fabrianne had always liked virile, forceful males, but she had never been treated like this in her whole life. It made her whole lithe body tingle.
"I was going to suck Dawn's pussy before I put my cock in her," he said, giving voice to the visions of his wedding night as planned. "But I don't care now. Yours looks just as good to me!"
He crouched between Fabrianne's trembling legs and bowed his head down.
"You're going to put your mouth there?" Dawn said in shocked dismay.
"Women love to have their cunts eaten, don't they, Fabrianne?"
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes!" She bucked and thrust her silvery cunt toward his hungry lips.
Tom burrowed into her pussy making wet animal sounds that disgusted his innocent young bride. But Dawn's own pussy squirmed when she saw what he was doing to her aunt – putting his tongue right into her wet pussyslit.
Fabrianne shrilled cries of pleasure. Tom wasn't a skilled cunt-sucker but the fury of his hunger made it exciting enough. Her clit wasn't just being eaten, it was being devoured!
"Aaaghh!" she groaned. "Ungh! Oooh, Tom! Eat my cunt! Lash it with your tongue. Hhhmmm, yes! That feels so good!"
Dawn thought surely the woman was in terrible pain. She made ragged, gasping sounds and thrashed her lower body in tortured ways. But she kept screaming to encourage him.
"Fuck with your tongue now, Tom! Drive it deep. Wiggle it inside of me! Hhhooo, yes!"
The tawny young redhead craned her neck and raised her head to watch it all, still not wanting to believe that her dear husband could be so lewdly depraved as to kiss another woman's pussy on their wedding night.
Frank saw her rapt and shocked curiosity, and he put a pillow beneath her head so that she wouldn't have to strain to watch. "You watch real good," he told her. "We got another young groom who's real anxious for you."
Rob, was still holding the garter, his cock half out of his pants. Dawn's beautiful big tits entranced him. They always had, even though he had married her cousin. And Dawn was still a virgin, Colette wasn't.
Hearing that, from her own mother's lips had shocked him to the depths of his soul. Colette had lied to him, pretending to be so sweet and innocent. The bitch! He hoped, the kidnappers made her watch when he collected his prize for catching the garter. He wanted her to see him fuck Dawn. He wanted her to watch him fuck her mother too. Then he would think things were about even.