My name is Maya. Today is my friend Tanya's wedding. Trust me when I say you would have never seen a wedding like this anywhere in the world.
Copulate Island is such a place that all men's whims and fancies come true. Sometimes I get the feeling that we have been magically transported to Gor.
I am dressed as a bridesmaid and standing in the wedding chapel with other bridesmaids, and groomsmen. There is a huge arch window behind the altar, and it has a fresco painting of consummation of man and a woman. The woman is lifting her right leg, and leaning against a tree, exposing her breasts and genitals. The man has inserted half his penis into her vagina, and enjoying himself. That is what they teach us here, on Copulate island, 'A girl exists, only to serve men'.
Tanya is one of the lucky girls who get to stay on island after marriage. Girls that get out of the island after wedding are never heard of again. At least on the island we know we are safe. Take it when it comes from a girl who always wanted to escape from this forsaken island. None of us knows where this island is located. Some of the girls say it is close to Madagascar, and others say it is close to Thailand. No matter where we stand, all we see is ocean, and nothing else.
I've been here for three years now. I was only eighteen when I first stepped on this island, and it has been my home ever since. Only once I have been out of this island, with Eric, the groom, and his friends for a week. Boy, it was a good trip.
I stand five feet seven inches tall, caramel complexion, with a curvy figure. My 36d breasts, and my butt stands out, with a thin waist. Men always compliment that I look like a Kamasutra figurine. Everyone thought Eric would choose me, but he chose Tanya. She is an inch taller than me, olive complexion, but her breasts are to die for. Something that Eric fancies in women.
Tanya is getting married to Eric, the most desirable man on this island. He is smart, handsome, and has a great sex drive. Every woman wants to sleep with him, but only the lucky ones get the chance. At thirty five, he is the second most richest man on the island, and a software genius. He already has four wives. And, yes, polygamy is allowed on Copulate Island, as long as you can afford to pay the price for them. Tanya is one of the most expensive brides.
Wedding is about to begin, and I stand in line with three other bridesmaids next to the stage. On the other side is the groomsmen. Congregated invitees are sitting on either sides of the altar, with their women. Men are in their shirts and kilts, and women in barely covered dresses.
All bridesmaids are wearing green Tinkerbell costumes, but the similarity ends there. The gown almost covers our butts, but the slits open up to the waist. The gown ends just below the bust line, and we have to drape our breasts with the sheer fabric that is stitched to the edge of the dress below the bust line. Something like a sari. So our breasts and genitals are pretty much exposed for everyone to see. We are wearing fishnet stockings that move up to mid thighs, and high heels. Groomsmen are draped in togas and sandals. None of them is allowed to wear lingeries in chapel, except for the bride and groom.
The minister walks in, completely nude, with a book of marriage. He is six foot tall, and has a well-toned body for a forty year old. The ministers have to perform rituals naked, so they maintain their bodies well.
Our eyes are fixed on his huge penis. To qualify as a minister, one should have a longest and/or thickest penis. He has both.
Also, this minister is infamous for getting sadistic rituals into marriage books. Every year he adds more rituals into the book, and the bride is always at the receiving end.
Minister announces for the groom and bride to appear. Groom walks in first. He is wearing a red underwear, and has tied a white sheer cloth around his waist, knotting it on his left side.
Bride walks in behind him. She is wearing a white baby-doll chemise wedding dress made of mesh. The dress has an open front exposing the belly, and tied up between the cups. She is also wearing a sheer crimson bra and thong. Her thong is wet, and her nipples are protruding. Her hands are tied behind, and there is a collar with chain tied to her neck.
The groom is holding the chain and pulls her through. After he reaches the stage, he hands over the chain to the minister, and sits on the chair like a king. Bride kneels down next to him, her eyes on floor.
"Tanya, do you agree to be his bride today?" Minister says.
"Yes minister" Tanya nods sheepishly. It's not like she has a choice. She has been sold already.
One of the groomsmen goes to the stage and untie her hands.
"Do you agree to live in servitude for the rest of your life, or until Eric desires you," Minister questions her again.
"Yes minister," she nods in agreement.
Another groomsman removes the collar from her neck.
Tanya stands up. We have had wedding rehearsals three night in a row, so we all know what exactly to do next.
"Are you ready to submit your three holes to Eric, and whoever he approves?" Minister moves closer to Tanya.
"Yes minister," she says, her head still bowed down.
The third groomsman comes in with scissors, opens her dress lace, and cuts the bra until all the pieces fall on floor. The dress doesn't do much to hide her big bosoms.
