Proof
It's my wedding day and I'm sitting in the bathroom naked and bleeding. I was just forced to humiliate myself. My parents and new in -- laws watched as my "husband" forcefully deflowered me. The verification that I was actually a virgin needed observers.
Here I'm in the "bridal suite" blood dripping down my legs. My husband, Jon, just rammed his huge thick dick into me. I think I fainted from the pain. My sister is here trying to help me get cleaned up. Funny, she's been married for six months and she's three months pregnant.
"I wanted to warn you, but Daddy won't let me get close to you," Angela whispered. We are nine months apart, my sister and I. We've always been like twins.
I was listening to Angela. "Daddy made me marry, like you. We are nothing more to him but negotiation pawns for his business deals. He promised we were virgins. That meant proving it in front of witnesses with men we don't even know. You were away at school Becka, I never got to tell you everything."
Angela was crying and holding her pregnant belly. What a sight we made when my mother walked into the bathroom. My mother -- she was six months pregnant. Seems my mother was always pregnant. She wasn't 40 yet. How many more children would my father make her have?
My six siblings include my brother James 20 years old, Angela 19 years old, me -- I'm 18. I guess my father took pity on my mother because there is three years between Andy and I, he's 15 years old, Charles is 12, and lastly Michael 8 years old. My mother was just 18 when she gave birth to my brother.
My mother ran a warm tub of water for me. The warm water helped my sore pussy. As I soaked, my sister and mother continued to be teary.
My mother hugged my sister and told her how sorry she was my father separated her from her girls when we needed her the most. Daddy wanted to safeguard the virginity of his girls. The sooner he married us off the better he felt. The fact he could get a good business deal out of the whole nasty event was a plus.
I stepped out of the tub, and dressed in a second gown for the wedding reception. My mother said after today, it would be sometime before the three of us would be together again. She gave me a small vial with instructions to put three drops on my tongue before having sex tonight. There was enough for three days she said. She also gave me a tube of ointment that helped to lubricant and for pain.
After the make-up/hairdresser freshened me up, the three of us exited the bathroom/dressing room area. My husband Jon was waiting in the salon along with my father and my sister's husband, Carlos. The men were toasting and laughing with champagne. Trading stories on how they fucked and impregnated their wives. I heard my father say, "keep her naked and locked up for at least a week. Just fuck her brains out. As you can see the women of the family are fertile."
I wanted to hide in the bathroom. Just lock myself in. My mother put her hand on my back and kept me moving forward. She whispered in my ear to follow everything she did. I watched as she walked over to my father and kissed him on the cheek. She took his hand and stood at his side. I did the exact same thing with my husband who I knew a mere two weeks. Jon responded with a smile. We exited the suite for the elevator, and the reception.
The Wedding Reception
As the cocktail hour was winding down, we the family lined up for the reception line. I didn't care about any of the guests. They were my father and father -- in -- law's business associates. I couldn't eat, almost having a panic attack. My mind imagined the pain and agony that awaited me at the pleasure of my husband.
As we sat looking over the guests, Jon took my hand and placed it on the growing bulge between his legs. He held my wrist so tight it hurt, so I couldn't move my hand. He leaned over and told me to smile like everything was fine. Was this my life? I looked up and met my sister's eyes. She nodded knowingly.
The Wedding Night
About 20 minutes later, Jon led me out of the reception. We made our way to the suite, and I knew my life was over. As we entered the suite I made my way to the bathroom. Jon ordered me to leave the door opened probable figured I'd lock the door. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. As Jon was distracted I put three drops on my tongue from my vial. I undressed and put on the nightgown left for me. I quickly put the ointment on my sore pussy, inserting a coated finger into my vagina.
Jon was sitting up in bed when I entered the bedroom. I could tell he was he nude. He patted the bed and I got under the covers.
"Honeymoon time he said lustfully."
He ripped off my panties, and told me never to wear them in bed again. Jon got on top of me. He spread my legs until he laid comfortably between them. He gave me my first kiss, my first tongue kiss. The drug worked wonders. I relaxed as Jon played with my vaginal lips. He pulled down the top of the gown. He kissed my neck and then sucked my breasts going from one to the other. He continued to spread my labia. He put one finger in my vagina, then two as his thumb rubbed my clitoris.
"Relax love," Jon murmured as he tore my nightgown in half. I was beginning to feel warm from what I know now was the aphasic drops.
Jon claimed my mouth with his, his tongue ruthlessly exploring my mouth. Heat exploded in my belly, I moaned into his mouth helplessly. He found my G spot. The juices in my vagina flow as I had my first orgasm. I was wet all over his fingers. Suddenly he withdrew his fingers, and released my breast from his hungry mouth.
"Don't worry sweet; we will fit together like two puzzle pieces."
Jon's penis was thick and long. After I had the orgasm, he wanted his released. Jon entered me in one deep thrust, pass my torn hymen. He didn't stop until he reached my cervix. He stopped long enough for me to scream with pain. Even the ointment did not help the attack. He pulled out slightly and pushed my knees to my chest. Jon pinned me to the bed, raising my pelvic for deep penetration. I found it easier to keep my arms on the bed for balance. Jon was hitting my G-spot from the very beginning. He use his hands on my clitoris at the same time. I had another orgasm.
Jon came in a gush, sending his sperm into my cervix and uterus. He kept coming and coming, until I felt too full to hold anymore. He kept me in that position for what seemed like hours.
"I've been saving my seed for you for months. You're in for fertile cycle. You should be carrying my baby soon. You don't know how I've watched you, waiting just for this moment. I forced myself to give up sex for all these months. You are going to take all my seed, and not a drop will be wasted," he hissed in my ear.
