{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"5374723c-fb1b-4000-9dde-127bb3805f8d","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-01-07T04:07:00.145Z","title":"Revenge on Bad Bride","slug":"revenge-on-bad-bride","shortId":"7idAB62b","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":"Not to be reproduced without permission","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A stuck up difficult obnoxious bride gets she deserves from disgruntled workers","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"f338e312-2fc6-423c-92f0-157bb6d0adc0","title":null,"summary":"Our company as a AV system provider for events typically did not take up wedding jobs, however given","wordCount":8087,"readTime":40,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

Our company as a AV system provider for events typically did not take up wedding jobs, however given the current times we had to accept paying jobs that fit our schedule. The reason why we always are reluctant to do such events is that the clients were more often than not demanding, difficult especially the brides of whom expected everything to be not only perfect but done their way which often incorporated stupid and pointless requests.

I suppose that could be expected, seeing as that was their ‘once in a lifetime big day’ but their idiocy could really drive a vendor up the proverbial wall. Non more so than Chinese clients that seem to figure that the amount of money they spent entitled them to act like the fucking queen of the world. In this case, with all the apologies I can offer, this bitch really did personify that stereotype.

A young, tall, dark haired and fair skinned 27 year old, Mel sadly did not reflect that beauty on her inside. Entitled and spoilt, we observed that she was rude and unkind to every service provider in her pursuit for the perfect wedding. Haggling over cost, nit picking on every detail even down to the placement of speakers and look and feel of microphones, she had been driving us insane since day one. The final straw was when she decided that our 50% up front payment that would help cover our cost of a months work leading up to her grand day, was only to be received by us after the event had been concluded. To top it all off, she was just plain bloody rude and that did not sit well with us.

It might have helped her if she had done some research on our background, as for my brothers and myself; this business was only a side to some of our other ‘less legal’ activities. Every client of ours understood that although we offered a high standard of professional service for a good price, our way of work was not to be questioned as our reputation meant we were not to be trifled with in any way. We decided that she would have to be taught a lesson in dealing with people in a more well mannered way and therefore hatched a little plan to give the bride an education that we deemed she sorely needed.

Our plan took shape on the evening of her dress rehearsal at the hotel where we knew she had booked a room to prepare herself for the next day. A full run through had been demanded by her, in which the planners, caterers, hotel staff, decorators and ourselves convened to ensure everything was set perfectly for the next day. It was out of the norm for my two brothers and I to be as hands on for events such as these, however we stated that we personally would oversee operations to ensure she would have everything set up to perfection.

After a long evening of her harshly directing traffic and endless pouting, we intentionally stayed back after other vendors had left with the reason given that we wanted to run through the presentation videos with her to great detail. I had to admit, she looked absolutely stunning in her full wedding attire, her milky and flawless porcelain skin appearing even softer and smoother in a beautiful floral designed white wedding gown that was strapless to expose her wonderful shoulders, upper back and neckline. Its bust line perfectly formed around her C cup breasts, revealing just the right amount of cleavage. The gown reached down to her ankle line with a lovely slit from floor to mid thigh on the left side, ensuring that her expensive white high heels could be seen. A gorgeous and pricey pearl necklace and earring set sparkled in the light, drawing attention to her swan like neck and tastefully done hair. With bright red lipstick and perfectly done eyelashes and liner, she looked the picture perfect model Asian bride.

She could almost be forgiven for being a right cow; such was the degree of her luminance and radiance that night. Unfortunately for her, we were not in a forgiving mood after the annoyance she had caused us for a good month.

I approached her and immediately uttered apologies for the stage video system not being quite set up right and she would have to view the footages from our production truck. As expected she ranted for awhile about having to walk through to the service area in her dress and high heels and that we were incompetent as hell for not being able to get things ready at this late stage. In truth it was all ready, however for what we were about to do, we needed the bitch in the truck.

The three of us walked to the lift and down to the basement, to a flight of stairs where our truck was parked outdoors. We knew that for some reason that area did not have any CCTV cameras and was the ideal place to park our truck. I was busily trying to text my brother in the vehicle that we were approaching which was hard considering how much Mel was cursing at us for making her risk dirtying her attire by walking through the lowly service staff area. I left the apologies to my brother Rick as I muttered under my breath that she would be forced to shut her annoying mouth in a few minutes anyhow.

We opened up the back of the truck, to the sight of the P.A and monitors ready to run through and edit the video footage she had requested. I entered first, offering my hand to her to climb up the 4 steps with Rick following behind. As she entered the truck, she immediately started to complain about the musty smell inside, with that minor annoyance, she was stopped in her tracks by Tom who had been hiding behind the door, a cloth soaked in kerosene in hand that was quickly clamped over her mouth, his other arm wrapping around her, holding her tight as she struggled furiously, her irritating mouth finally forced shut. I rushed over and helped Tom restrain her by grabbing her legs, preventing her from kicking out. Rick quickly shut the doors behind us and grabbed some zip-ties used to secure cables.

Mel screamed into the cloth, sharply drawing gasping and panicked breaths in, sucking in the horrible smell and fumes of kerosene. In a few moments, her eyes drooped, her struggling weakened and her chest slowed its heaving as her breaths became deeper. When we were certain she had lost consciousness sufficiently, we loosened our grip on her with Tom guiding her limp body to the floor. We held her up to a seating position and fastened a zip-tie around her wrists behind her back. Another locked her ankles together, with a red ball gag finding its way into her mouth. I couldn’t resist running my hands over her bare shoulders, neck and down her bust line and fondling her supple breasts, appreciating the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Rick lifted her dress to reveal her choice of panties, which was a sexy semi-transparent white thong; it’s string in between a perfectly rounded and full ass. We felt up her smooth, long legs, all of us barely able to contain our excitement at having a young and beautiful woman helpless in our possession. Rick to his chagrin, as the youngest amongst us was then designated to drive us to our office where we would be better able to enjoy doling out a much-needed dose of discipline to this haughty cunt.

Throughout the short drive, we took the opportunity to take photographs of Mel in her state of unconscious bondage. We decided before doing anything, we wanted her awake and aware of her situation. We pulled into our garage, opened the doors with Tom’s arms under hers and mine around her legs as we carried her indoors. We brought her into my office, where the sofa bed had been pulled open and dumped her prone body on to it. Rick busied himself by setting up a video camera focusing on her while we each prepared by wearing black ski masks and readied certain items for when she awoke.

We stood around her, all three of us with lead pipes in hand, the look designed to intimidate our captive bride as she slowly opened her eyes, eye lids batting faintly clearing the haze from her vision. She grunted weakly at first until she turned her head to face us, we could see the panic and fear growing in her as she took stock of her surroundings. “MMMPHH, MMM, MMMPHHM!!!” she cried out, her body trashing on the bed, her arm and leg muscles straining against the zip-ties in vain. We allowed her a moment to test out her restraints before I reached over and dragged her to the foot of the bed, roughly pulling on her hair and raising her to a seated position. Rick and Tom gathered close with their pipes raised causing her eyes to widen in terror, drool dribbling from her gagged mouth on to the fabric of her dress.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close to me, my mouth at her ear.

“Not so haughty and proud now are you bitch? Did you think you were always going to get away with being so fucking rude to people? You are going to learn a lesson tonight that you will never forget! You better bloody be prepared to cooperate with us tonight or we are going to smash that pretty face of yours in so you will think twice about ever getting married or even go out in public again! There is only you and us for now and whether you get out of this situation is entirely up to you. This is your world cunt! We own your stuck up ass and you are going to do everything we tell you to do and more. Nod twice if you understand!”

After frantically looking around the room, hyperventilating fervently in the process, she met my gaze and nodded twice; clearly beginning to realize that she was in no position to disagree.

“Good. Now, I think you have a rough idea at least what you will be doing tonight. Don’t you?”

I asked rhetorically, my hand moving down from her hair, running over her neck and upper back which was filled with goose bumps on her wonderfully smooth skin. My finger and thumb closed over the tiny zip of her wedding gown, pulling it slowly down and as the material parted, her back was increasingly exposed and the tautness of the dress around her bust started to give way. Mel gasped loudly, her body trembling in fear with my response a move to undo the clasp of her ball gag and allow her freedom of speech and to breathe better. She drew huge, heavy, panicked breaths before starting to attempt to plead with us. Tom stepped forward and placed his lead pipe at her cheek, immediately shutting the dumb bitch up.

“That mouth of yours that you use to talk down to people and be one of the biggest cunts we have ever met, now don’t you think it can be put to so much better use?”

I whispered as I took hold of her face and drew her in for a kiss. Her luscious red lips refused to part at first but a few light but firm taps on her cheeks with my palm reminded her of her need to cooperate. I reveled in enjoying the sweetness of her mouth, my tongue rudely invading it, I sucked on her lips, all the while reminding her to relax. My other hand completed unzipping her dress, the zip reaching its end at her waist, I encouraged her to fall back on her back onto the bed, as I kept kissing her, my hand running over her neckline and down to her firm, soft breasts. She froze as my hands fondled them, my fingers lightly tracing and pinching softly at her pink nipples. Tom reached for her dress at her thighs and pulled it down over her legs and ankles, leaving her in only her white thong. He folded the dress and placed it neatly on a table, knowing that she would be needing it tomorrow if we allowed her to go free.

Rick in the meantime had a video camera in hand, filming our every move and her every reaction to her violation. She groaned in dismay as she saw him hover over her, my hands all over her amazing body. Tom had knelt down at the foot of the bed, a scissors in hand that he used to free her ankles from their bondage. Mel cried out as his arms wrapped under her thighs, pulling her panty-covered crotch to his face.

“You won’t be needing this now or ever my dear” he laughed wickedly, reaching for the thongs band and ripping it apart to unveil her shaven, clean and beautifully pink pussy. She voiced a few no’s in despair in between my forced kisses, feeling Tom’s hot breath on her crotch followed by the sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy. “Mm mm she’s a foul mouthed bitch but her pussy tastes great” he marvelled, enjoying her whimpering and halfhearted attempts to draw her thighs closed.

I enjoyed the sight of her writhing helplessly in reaction to my brother’s tongue, her back arching and her wrists straining against the zip-tie, trying in vain to wriggle free. A phone’s ring tone foreign to our ears broke our concentration on our lovely guest with Rick reaching into his pocket to pull out Mel’s phone. I took hold of it and noticed she was receiving a call from a caller saved as Kamal. Allowing the call to go unanswered, I looked down at her and asked her who he was. She shook her head and looked right in my eyes.

“People are looking for me you motherfuckers. You are going to rot in jail forever for this! If I were you I would let me go right this minute and I may decide not to press charges against you three assholes!”

Tom stopped what he was doing, sat back up beside her torso and gave her a sharp twist of her nipple for her insolence causing her to shriek out loud! I grabbed the bitch by the hair once more, producing the ball gag that we immediately reinserted back into her mouth as a reminder for her to mind what she said from then onwards. I roughly shoved her head back down on to the bed and raised the phone to capture its facial recognition and gain access to her phone. While I searched through her most intimate and private data on her phone, Rick had set aside the video camera on a tripod and he and Tom were both seated on the bed with Mel lying in the middle of them, their hands caressing every inch of her naked body. Despite their attentions, her pretty eyes were fixated on me, filled with obvious worry.

I scrolled through her bank account details realizing with great joy that she was wealthier than we had originally assumed. I made a note to make use of that knowledge later that night as I found my way to a wonderful treasure trove that revealed what a naughty little slut she really was. Her picture and video folders were full of a collection of selfies of her in an array of sexy lingerie, full frontal nudes, a few clips of her pleasuring herself and some of her performing strip teases. I smiled devilishly as I waved a few highlights in full view of my brothers and herself but the true revelation arrived in the form of her fiancé not being the sole recipient of her erotic performances.

A quick sift through her chat applications revealed Kamal as her lover, with frequent sex messages and material shared between the two. She froze in fear and terror as I read out the contents of their interaction, with their supposedly final tryst scheduled to happen this very night we had Mel in our grasp. She had obviously planned to welcome him into her private room at the hotel that night for a fling before she tied the note.

What a little whore you are; I said shaking my head, snickering out loud. Reading into their conversations, my mind raced with possibilities as I realized that Kamal was in fact; a prominent and up and coming politician who himself was married. By the look on her face and her muffled pleas, I guessed that she could see the wheels spinning in my head. I beckoned to my brothers to a brief huddle during which we agreed on the next course of action.

They grinned and laughed as I showed them clips and pictures that both adulterers had sent to each other, with full self-recorded displays of them graphically having sex and even images of Kamal wearing Mel’s panties!

We roughly grabbed her and forced her on to her knees, pushing her head down and raising her ass upwards towards the ceiling in a come doggy me from the back position. We spread her ankles wide apart, obscenely exposing her pussy and ass crack from a rear view. We each stood around her, lead pipes in hand as Tom moved behind her, focusing her camera phone on her rear. I stood at her head, holding her chin up to focus her tear and makeup stained face at mine. She looked so sexy with the ball gag in her mouth, I thought. Kamal wants to know where his whore is; I whispered evilly at her. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face as Tom pressed the video call button on her phone.

The dial tone sounded for a good 2 minutes before Kamal’s voice broke the momentary silence.

\"Mel? Mel? Where are you? Are you ok…WHAT THE FUCK?\"

I couldn’t see his face from where I was standing but I imagined he must have nearly gone into cardiac arrest as he was met with the full sight of Mel’s ass crack and pussy with a steel pipe held by Rick, lightly pressed against her left butt cheek.

\"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON??\"

The next thing he saw via video call was the sight of a masked Tom entering the frame, telling him to calm the hell down and listen well or Mel would be in deeper trouble than she was already in. Kamal struggled for words as Tom directed the phone close to her crack once more, this time the tip of his pipe positioned directly at Mel’s tight looking asshole.

\"Calm down boy or the next thing you will see is this hard pole going straight up this hot, tight ass.\"

Tom panned the camera over the naked sobbing girl, her hands bound behind her back, and her head down on the sofa bed, giving Kamal the full view of his mistress in that moment. He cursed over the line as he struggled to process what was happening.

\"Don’t bother trying to act tough. Tough guys don’t wear their women’s hot pink panties and take selfies; Tom snickered as he sent over what we had found in her phone to our new friend.\"

\"MMMPHHH…MHHMM..MMMM!!\" Mel cried through the ball gag as Kamal and her came face to face via their phones. He gasped as he took in the sight of her gagged and disheveled, drool flowing freely from her restricted mouth.

\"Calm down Mel. I will talk to these men. Stay calm! I will figure something out!\"

I took the phone from Tom. \"No you won’t be figuring jack shit out. What you are going to do is listen and do what we say. If you don’t, sweet Mel here not making it to her wedding will be the last thing you have to worry about.\"

Realizing that he had no bargaining room, he agreed. He listened as we ironed out our terms for her release as well as the security of the files we had found of her phone. Knowing full well that public release of the images and videos of him and her would result in the end of his career and marriage, he agreed to our terms. Given his predicament, we knew that our identities would not be a risk to be revealed to him and thus ordered him from then on to pay us a substantial monthly sum on top of using his status to award us multiple different projects. In short, he would be working for us in return for the preservation of his dignity and standing in society. We informed him that we had already forwarded all we had uncovered about him and his infidelities to multiple associates and thus if we were implicated for our crimes, he would pay the price regardless.

Left with no choice, he agreed with our condition that he make the first payment on the night itself. Leaving him to stew, we propped up Mel’s phone on a stand facing her to allow him to get a good view of what we were about to do to her.

The three of us converged upon her, roughly cutting away the zip-tie from her wrists and removing the ball gag from her mouth. We sat her up as she suddenly screamed at her phone imploring Kamal to help her and to call the police right away. Tom and Rick sat beside her, grabbing her head and forcing kisses from her now free lips. They took turns invading her mouth with their tongues as I addressed the man on the other end of the line.

\"Yes Kamal, you can help by telling her exactly how to please the three of us over here. I can see you are good at ordering this bitch around and making her do whatever you want. You, my friend can direct her and if her performances don’t live up to what we want, we are going to blame the director.\"

Kamal stammered instructions at Mel to her dismay to obey us and he was not going to be able to help her on this night. Mel’s shoulders suddenly slumped at his words and she fell quiet and began to allow herself to reign in the fight in her. Following his verbatim, she reached over for Tom’s clothes to undress him, followed by Rick and myself leaving the 3 of us naked save for our masks.

I got around her back, hooking my arms under hers, my hands grabbing and fondling her full smooth breasts, enjoying the feel of her cherry nipples between my fingertips and thumbs. Rick and Tom each knelt beside her knees, spreading her legs apart so that Kamal could have a full view of the pussy he had intended to enjoy perhaps one last time that very night. Mel clamped her lips shut, as my brother’s hands caressed her soft thighs and used their fingers to rub her pussy lips.

We then each got to our knees forming a semi-circle around her with her ass facing the camera, she slowly and reluctantly grabbed hold of Tom and Ricks cocks with her hands, her face positioned at mine, ready to put her bossy bitch mouth to work. I stooped to her head and whispered in her ear. She uncomfortably turned her head to face the camera and nodded. Looking up at me she asked loudly for Kamal to hear, \"Will you do me the honor of using my slut mouth to suck your big cock sir?\"

I laughed and told her that I would. She opened her mouth and began licking my shaft and balls, lightly flicking at my tip with her hot pink tongue. I sighed in pleasure as I caressed her head, staring down at her beautiful eyes looking back at me as she took my cock in her mouth. I smiled at the camera, grasping her head in my hands, letting her do what she obviously was so good at doing. She used her tongue perfectly in unison with her saliva, giving me the perfect blowjob. My brothers groaned as her hands jerked them off, her body moving sexily in motion to the movements of her head and arms.

Rick moved away and grabbed hold of her phone and brought it close to her face to give Kamal a good view of her sucking me off while asking him what he wanted his mistress to do next. His next set of step-by-step instructions took all of us by surprise as Mel positioned herself in front of Tom, briefly tonguing his balls and shaft, letting her tongue glide up his groin, torso, sucking at his nipples and grasping his face with her hands, giving him a full on kiss on the mouth. She guided him by his shoulders to lie face down on the sofa bed, climbing across his back and bringing her face to his ass. She groaned miserably, her hands spreading his cheeks and her tongue flicking at his crack. Tom appeared to be in ecstasy, enjoying her hot breath and tongue licking him from ass to balls while massaging his cheeks. I took the phone from poor Rick who looked to be dying to get in on more action, with Kamal telling Mel to raise her ass upwards, to receive Rick’s cock in her pussy.

The camera was brought to capture her expression as Rick entered her from the back, her head rising up and a loud sexy moan involuntarily escaped her lips when her pussy received his cock followed by loud smacking sounds as his hips thrust to and fro on her luscious round, creamy ass. I reached for her head and pushed it back down to Tom’s ass, for her to resume her mouth’s duties, allowing her adulterous lover to watch and encourage her to lick and suck at Tom’s ass and balls more aggressively. I in turn, couldn’t resist continuing to torment Kamal as I panned the camera over her actions.

\"You really know what this cow is good at buddy!\"

Rick gleefully hammering away at her doggy style, exclaiming out loud how tight and wet Mel was. The sound of her moans filled the room before I decided it was Tom’s turn to help Kamal enjoy the view. Flipping her over on her back, I spread her legs apart with my arms, with Rick moving over to straddle her face.

\"Taste yourself bitch.\"

He pinched her nose, causing her mouth to open wide to allow his cock, wet with her juices into her mouth. I finally entered her gaping pussy, fucking her slow at first to really feel the pleasure of her wet sex. Tom; camera in hand, made her grasp his cock, to jerk him off yet again. It felt so good to finally give her what she deserved, I thought. The only problem I had was resisting the urge to cum in her; such was the wonderful tightness and heat I felt as I thrust in and out of her pussy. I thoroughly enjoyed the sound of her gasping and choking for breath with Rick face-fucking her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her chin. Rick held her down with his weight, finally allowing himself to succumb to the heat of her mouth as he shot huge gobs of cum in her mouth and around her stupid bitchy face. I myself slammed into her as hard as I could before pulling out and releasing over her stomach. The poor girl lay panting and gasping, trying in vain to wipe our cum from her face and body with her hands whilst the camera captured the sight of her drenched in sweat and cum.

Realizing that time was not quite on our side and that our lovely guest had to return before dawn to get ready for her big day; we allowed her to gather herself and slowly put her dress back on. I turned to Kamal and reminded him that we would be in touch and for now to sit tight and await instructions while we returned Mel back to her hotel suite. Upon our arrival at the hotel, I took it upon myself to escort her from the parking area through the lobby and up to her room whilst my brothers went about our regular business of getting ready for her ceremony. As we walked through the lobby area, I triumphantly placed my arm around her shoulder as the ponderous staff looked on with quizzing expressions at the sight of the bride to be returning looking all the world as if she had been fucked by an army that night.

I marveled at the sight and size of her private suite as we entered, the waiting area was as large as my apartment with the bedroom closed off by its own entrance. She turned to me and attempted to try to renegotiate her position, begging me to let her ordeal end right there and then. I put my finger to her lips and told her that it would be over when I said it was. Guiding her to the shower, I instructed her to strip and call for room service to come and take her dress for a quick dry clean. Service arrived promptly and the bellhop was greeted at the door by the sight of Mel handing him her dress in nothing but a small towel covering her breasts and barely hiding her ass. She returned to the shower and I took the opportunity to feel her up once more, thoroughly washing her from head to toe, kissing her passionately as I soaped her wonderful body up. When I was satisfied, I allowed her to dry herself as I waited for her in the bedroom.

She probably knew that I was not done having my way with her as she entered the room, her head hung in shame, towel around her body. I beckoned to her to approach the bed and turn around. I undid the towel from around her chest, leaving her naked once more as I once more produced a zip-tie that I used to bind her wrists behind her back. I taped her mouth, gagging her and lay her down on the bed. Stroking her hair and face, I told her that I was going to allow her to take a much needed rest and a nap if she could before her day of preparing for her wedding would begin. For the next couple of hours, I lay naked with my arms around her, setting my own alarm to ensure we awoke before anyone from her bridal party arrived to help her prepare.

Upon waking up, I removed the tape around her mouth and made her order us both breakfasts that she barely ate, sitting in silence and contemplating what was next in store for her. I allowed her to reply her phone messages and once more to have a shower whilst I stood by taking a video of her every move to share with my less fortunate brothers and also that idiot; Kamal. I instructed Mel that she would have her entourage prepare her fully for the afternoon ceremony in the living area of her suite while I would await her in the bedroom of which she was not to let anybody else in. I left the door ever so slightly ajar and watched as her make up artists, hairdresser and maid of honor assisted in getting her ready and listened as they questioned her subdued nature and if she was alright. Her response was merely a murmur of nerves causing her to be silent and that she would be fine once the ceremony was over. I supposed that they too put down her prickly demeanor to be merely due to the fact that she was overall a stuck up cunt. When they were all done, Mel returned to me in the bedroom, with half an hour to spare before she would have to make her appearance at the pool area of the hotel where she would make her vows.

I gazed admiringly at the proud Asian beauty standing before me, a vision of perfection that any man would want to be married to for her looks at least. She still had that defiant look in her eyes despite what she had been through in the past few hours. I caressed her shoulders and arms, embracing her lightly and breathing in her intoxicating perfume. I ushered her to the bed, bending her over and carefully lifting up her long dress to expose her ass. She was wearing a pair of lace white panties this time, and I marveled at the sight of her in her full regalia, white garters and stockings underneath her dress. She winced at the feel of my hands fondling her legs and ass and attempted to plead as I pulled her panties down to her knees. Ignoring her, I entered her from behind and began fucking the gorgeous bride as hard as I could, whilst taking care to not mess up her appearance. Fucking a bride against her will on the cusp of her wedding hour was something wildly hot and I decided not to care any more and allowed myself to cum hard in her slick pussy much to her dismay. She lay in front of me, her torso on the bed, eyes closed and trying once more not to cry. I withdrew and quickly pulled her panties up, briefly allowing myself to enjoy the sight of the white material moistening rapidly with her own juices and my leaking cum from her pussy.

She stood up and smoothed herself up, looking at me dead in the eye and sternly told me that this was the end of it. I kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, offering my congratulations on her big day and I would see her downstairs. Before I left, I turned to her with my own little bag in hand; I opened it and pulled out all her remaining pairs of panties she had packed in her bag that I had gone through while she was getting ready. She cursed at me as I left, with me making sure that the wet undergarment she had on there and then would remain around her ass and pussy throughout her ceremony. I took great care in making sure I was not seen as I left her room and making my way to the event area, where my brothers had set up the AV system and took my place at the production area. 45 minutes passed before I myself took the cue to play Mel’s entrance music and watched as she made her way to the altar, amazingly looking completely held together. I smiled as I watched her take her vows and officially got married, knowing that my brothers and I would be seeing her very soon whether she knew that or not.

A Week Later.

We decided to wait for at least a few days before contacting our beautiful unwilling prize once more, allowing her to go on her honeymoon in relative peace and waiting for her to return from the beach paradise her new husband had taken her to right after the wedding. I could not resist sending Kamal a message to rub it in his face by asking him if he wanted to take part in the next session we had Mel in our hands. His response however, was one that set us in a state of panic as apparently in his conversations with her in the past week, she was contemplating reporting the whole ordeal to the authorities with no regard for the consequences it would cost herself and her marriage.

Kamal for one, knew that he would stand to bear repercussions, which he would not be able to deal with. To our surprise he proposed a solution whereby we would get paid a great sum of money in return for our sworn statements that we would never disclose his infidelities. Even more shocking was his revelation that for all this to happen; Mel would have to disappear without a trace.

This was not our area of expertise but Kamal assured us that all we had to do was follow his instructions specifically. Looking at the one off payment to be extremely substantial, we agreed with the knowledge in mind that Mel reporting what we had done would be the end of us as we knew it. Receiving our instructions that included acting as if we had not been informed of her intentions, we caught Mel off guard by contacting her with an unknown number. Despite her refusing stubbornly at first to meet, I gave her the false impression that this would be the last time we contacted her and we had every intention to destroy the material we had on her and we would all go our separate ways for good after this. Kamal too had played his part, convincing her to go ahead with meeting us stating that he had been negotiating with us to end this sordid affair and her seeing us one last time and watching us destroy the material was pivotal to this deal happening. He also gave her a tracking device that would allow him to follow her and ensure her return. He claimed that this would be their insurance unknown to us if something were to go wrong. Although afraid but eager to be rid of us for good, she allowed herself to be convinced by her lover and to meet us.

We met the next day at an alleyway close to where she worked in the evening. She awaited us as we pulled up in a black, tinted SUV before beckoning her into the backseat, between Tom and myself. Tom produced a blindfold that she reluctantly allowed him to place on her. She was dressed extremely conservatively, in tight blue jeans and a white blouse. We noted that she was also wearing sneakers that actually concealed the tracking device in its sole. Despite her attempts at covering up, she still looked beautiful and trembled as our hands rested on her thighs. I couldn’t resist forcing a kiss or two from her as we drove along, with her stammering questions about this being the last time she would ever have to do this with us. In response, we assured her that this would indeed be the last time she would ever see us.

We arrived at an abandoned warehouse near the pier on the outskirts of town, known to us as belonging to an associate of ours. We drove into the loading bay ushered her out and removed her blindfold. Her heart raced as her eyes got used to the sudden light, she turned to me questioning where we were as clearly this was not what or where she had expected us to take her. Before she could finish her sentence, Rick quickly grabbed her from behind placing a chloroform-laced rag over her mouth and nose. Her muffled screams were music to our ears as we grabbed her and held her tight until she once again lost consciousness and passed out.

We laid her down, moving quickly to remove her clothing. We removed her sneakers, stripped her of her blouse and pulled her jeans down to reveal a pair of granny panties and a plain cotton bra underneath. We could not help but chuckle at her perceived thoughts that unflattering underwear would have deflected us should we have wanted to have our way with her again. We removed her underwear before stepping back to admire her amazing body one more time, all of us taking a moment to caress that flawless skin before getting back to our task at hand.

Grabbing a large gym bag we had received that morning, we lay its contents on the ground beside her. An expensive set of black lace garter belt and fishnet black stockings found their way around her waist and up her legs. The black leather straps of a braless sexy purple and black corset was strapped around her shoulders and tied extremely tight around her torso. Seemingly as each knot at her back was tied and her waist contracted further, her already wonderfully curvaceous ass and breasts expanded enticingly. Between her garter belt and stockings, there was surprisingly nothing, leaving her ass and pussy fully exposed. As per instructions, we tied her hair into a tight braid and fastened a bright red leather ball gag between her lips.

A pair of black leather elbow length gloves were placed on her arms of which had steel hooks on their underside that allowed us to fasten a lock to keep her wrists tightly bound to one another. Steel cuffs were fastened around her ankles as well and joined by a short steel chain. Lastly, a black studded dog collar with a hook in the front was placed around her neck. Tom disappeared momentarily behind a large block of wooden crates stacked high before emerging with a forklift carrying something we had received that afternoon that we had never seen before.

He placed the item on the floor close to Mel’s prone body before backing the forklift away. I had never seen a solid steel 4 ft. long, 3 ft. in width and 3 ft. high cage designed for a human being before that day. The opening was the roof of the cage with small hooks all around the base, sides and top. The weight of the cage was immense hence the requirement for a forklift. We opened the top of the cage and went over the instructions once more of how Mel would be placed in it. As we were debating it amongst ourselves, our captive had started coming around. We turned to look at her groaning faintly at first, moving her head and body sluggishly before beginning to slowly come to realization about her current state.

We watched as she thrashed around furiously on the floor in vain, the steel cuffs and chains proving to be impossible for a human being to overcome. She screamed out through her gag, wondering clearly why she allowed herself to be in such a predicament yet again. She rolled around the floor until the 3 of us came into her direct line of sight. She looked up at us, pleading through her gag, her eyes filled with desperation, shaking her head over and over as if to say that this was not part of the deal. She slowed down and tried to catch her breath but upon looking down at herself and realizing how she had been dressed, she began struggling and thrusting desperately once more. I found myself transfixed by the way her strong sexy legs and arms strained and fought against her restraints. Finally she rolled over on her back, her chest heaving heavily, fighting for air as she breathed noisily through her nose. We stood around her, her pleading eyes staring up at us, begging us through her gag to let her go.

Tom and I reached down and scooped her up, me grasping her around her shoulder and Tom struggling with her kicking legs. She fought like a wildcat, as we carried her over to the cage which Rick had opened its roof. It took all our collective strength to lower her face down and get her knees onto its base. The cage was just long enough to place her in a doggy style position, her ass just an inch from the rear and her head 4 inches from the front. Rick pressed down heavily on her back while Tom with his hand on the back of her neck, pushing her down while I attached a chain from the hook of her collar to a hook on the floor of the cage that also was latched on to both sides of the cage forming a T shape. That would prevent her from being able to lift her head too high and reach the roof of the shut cage and also keep her head extremely centered. I moved to the rear and hooked her ankle chains at both sides of the rear, in the process ensuring that her legs would be spread the width of the enclosure.

Lastly we ran a steel bar underneath her elbows that would keep her arms up and locked that to the sidebars. Her wrist chain was pulled back and attached to another hook at the rear of the cage preventing her from retracting her arms. Worn out by the effort it took to restrain and place Mel into the cage, we shut the top of the cage door and latched it shut. I realized that the reason why we had been instructed to braid her hair was so that the braid could be attached to the top of the cage thereby ensuring that full visibility of her face, neck and shoulders was achieved. She truly was a sight to behold from any angle. The warehouse was filled with the sound of the chains rattling against the cage bars as she struggled in vain. We began to understand the structure of the cage, the way it was designed so she could barely move off center and show off all her attributes.

From the front her gorgeous ball gagged face could clearly be seen looking straight ahead with her exposed breasts hanging freely and swaying sexily with her own motion. The side view gave us the sight of a woman ready to be taken from the back or front. The rear view gave a full-unrestricted show of her magnificent butt, pussy and asshole, reachable to touch through the cage bars. The incredibly tight corset really accentuated her best assets in that insanely uncomfortable enclosure she had been forced into. I knelt down and snapped a few shots from every angle of her, stopping at her face capturing the exact moments when the drool would escape from her gagged mouth in the most humiliating fashion. She winced and cried out loud as Tom and Rick could not resist reaching through the rear bars to fondle and smack her ass while fingering her pussy and asshole at the same time. I chose a few pictures before sending them out with the message that we had done what was agreed.

I waited outside while Tom and Rick took their last chance to enjoy our haughty guest. After half an hour, a silver Mercedes, a blue Audi and a lorry arrived. Kamal emerged from the Audi followed by who I recognized as a middle aged top foreign dignitary from the Mercedes. They followed me inside as the lorry slowly backed in. They approached the cage and knelt down to stare at Mel who maniacally began squealing and struggling at the sight of the two men, one of whom she had been all too familiar with and the other who she had met on a few occasions through Kamal.

Kamal spoke softly through the cage bars, apologizing to his former lover, telling her that he had no choice and that he never meant for it to end this way. As I had learnt walking in with the two men, the dignitary had on many occasions expressed his desire for Mel and had always gotten refused by both herself and Kamal. In light of recent events, Kamal had offered her sale in return for both the cash and the knowledge that she would go off the radar in a country of the dignitary’s choosing. As time was short, he had made the trip at this moment to take in the view of Mel in her enforced attire and in the position we had put her in, to decide if he wanted to finalize the transaction.

Mel watched in dismay as two large suitcases were produced from the trunk of the Mercedes, one handed to Kamal and the other to ourselves. We then made room as Tom’s forklift was started and our beautiful and unwisely uncouth beauty was lifted up in her cage and driven over to the back of the lorry. We watched as the cage was placed head first onto the heavy vehicle, leaving us with the final sight of Mel’s gaping spread ass and pussy before a blue plastic covering was placed over it. The Mercedes sped off followed by the lorry in the direction of the docks as Kamal gave us a knowing look before he too was gone.

Shall this be continued?

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