The wedding was quite an elaborate affair for Samantha. Her husband was a wealthy businessman who had left no stone unturned to give her the dream wedding she had always been hoping and dreaming about since she had been a little girl. Her parents were proud, her friends were excited, her cousins were giggling upon the seats as they waited for the bride to appear.
The most excited of them all was of course the groom. Waiting upon the altar, in his expensive suit, a powerful, athletic figure of a man. His handsome face, chiselled features and slightly tanned complexion had left the girls swooning with jealousy over how lucky Samantha was. It was the happiest day of her life. Jason had courted her for over a year, until he had mustered up the confidence to propose, only for her to reject him over and over again. Until two years later, she finally said yes. She had been too afraid of her past, but the longer she spent time with Jason, the more she realized that he was a man who could accept her in entirety. With all of her baggage.
The music started as the bride appeared, in the arms of her father with an expression of radiance that could put the sun itself to shame. She was wearing quite a scandalous wedding dress. The sleeveless dress accentuated her deep cleavage, hugging her every curve until her mid thighs, where it flared onto a sheer skirt that dragged through the carpet, veiling her long legs, yet not hiding them at all. The pure white, opaque floral patterns on the dress were all the modesty that the dress afforded her. Rest of the dress was quite sheer against her milky white complexion. The floral patterns started from her mid thighs, like a short skirt, tapering towards her crotch, just past her pussy, leaving everything else open for everyone's viewing pleasure. Making it clear that she wasn't wearing panties and that she was quite clean shaven from the sight of her pubic area entirely visible. The other half of the pattern started from below her large breasts, flaring to cover both globes, curling elaborately just around her nipples with the rest of her breasts entirely bare underneath the sheer cloth, making the men squint with the hopes of catching a glimpse of her nipples. The dress cupped her large breasts, lifting them up, as if offering them on a platter as they supported her. Except for that, almost all of her mid riff was visible, along with her belly button, right down to her pubic bone, just barely shy of her pussy. There was a bold tattoo of an elaborately crafted 'M', that stood out upon pure white skin, through the transparent dress, something she refused to hide no matter the insistence of everybody around her. Even her father, who led her towards the altar, couldn't help but sneak glances towards her body, hoping for that perfect angle that would give him a good glimpse of the privates of his daughter. Her jet-black hair, her dark brown eyes and her ruby red lips provided a stark contrast to her complexion, accentuating her features all the more. The dress was entirely backless from behind, dropping towards her ass-crack, showing a hint of cleavage from her plump ass-cheeks, the rest hidden around the floral pattern that curved to wrap behind her, the sides of her thighs still left bare through the see-through veil.
She beamed with elation as she walked with her father, absorbing the happiness that was bubbling inside of her with every step, feeling the eyes of her guests, encouraging her towards this holy matrimony. Excited to start this new chapter in life.
Everything was right in her life, that was until she met his eyes. The dark, brooding, confident, cocky, arrogant, self-assured eyes of a monster. Her world snapped into focus at that very moment though. Her breath caught upon her slender throat, her eyes glazed over and her steps faltered. Those eyes weren't of someone who loved her. It was of someone who owned her, irrespective of any vows or laws she would be protected under.
"Is something the matter dear?" Horus asked, the slender, aging man, looked over at the person his daughter was intently staring at as she walked, his own face scrunching into pale fear. "Don't care about anyone else baby. This is your special day. The only person you need to focus on, is your husband to be." He whispered to Samantha, who walked in a daze. Her eyes, constantly shifting towards Him. Horus tried to indulge her in small talk, trying to shift her focus from Him. Why did He need to attend the wedding? Why was He even here? He was supposed to be out for work in Japan or something!
He was not particularly tall. An average height, perhaps even shorter than Samantha with her heels. His ebony skin glistened with slight sweat. The stubble of his harsh face was peppered with the whites of his age that only increased his rugged handsomeness. He had a beer belly that stretched against the well-tailored suit, and his eyes were focused down. As if in deep prayer, unbeknownst of the world around him, uncaring of the wedding going on. As if the first glimpse of his eyes as she walked in, was all she was privileged for.
The minister smiled at her, she just nodded stoically. Jason, her husband to be, smiled at her, as she stood beside him and she had to give him back a slight, nervous smile. But she glanced back at Him and He was still not looking. Now that she was getting married, was she not pretty enough for Him anymore? Had she finally been discarded after being so thoroughly used over the years? It left an intense void of emptiness inside of her to even consider such an answer.
The wedding vows commenced and Samantha barely knew what she was saying as she accepted the terms of her marriage. One by one. Until the big one came.
"Do you, take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband?", the old minister asked, turning towards Samantha, who looked wide eyed back, like a deer caught in headlights.
"I..I.." she tried talking, her voice coming out in croaks. Of course, she can't. How can she? How can she accept another man, when she already belonged to someone else? It wasn't her right to give anyone, this body! He owned her. A full minute went by, with her gasping for a reply, as the audience strained to hear her acceptance. Sitting, fidgeting, waiting in silence with only her stumbling words to fill the silence of the altar.
"What are you doing sir? Please..take your seat!" the minister instructed, in a kind yet stern voice, to someone behind her. Making Samantha whip her head back, to see as she expected to see. Only He would have had the audacity.
"Ma..Marcus!" Jason, exclaimed in a heaving breath. His face pale in fear, paralyzed with inaction, not knowing what to do. So excited was the young man in marrying the love of his life, that he hadn't noticed the guests sitting around. How could he have missed him? How could he have been so absent minded? Perhaps it was the sexy dress his wife was wearing that distracted him, so proud was he to have this beautiful creature be lawfully wedded to him.
Samantha stared with heaving breaths, her large breasts rising and falling through the dress, as there stood Marcus. Her Master. Her God. Her Everything. Beyond him, nothing else held priority.
"You hadn't invited me to the wedding.", His heavy, grating voice came out in barely a whisper. Yet the whole hall heard it loud and clear. The deafening silence forced to assimilate his every syllable.
"Sorry..sorry Sir!" Samantha apologized, her heart beating hard, trying to rip itself out of her chest. Her eyes watering with the immensity of her guilt. Her chest heaved with uncontrolled excitement. The world around her vanished, and the only person of matter, for whom she cared about, was her beloved Master. How could she have built the courage to ignore him? It was with the influence of her family and friends. But they were the devils who were misleading her. They wanted her to forget her religion, her...lord!
"Kneel." He commanded. And just like that, Samantha knew what he wanted. Samantha knew, what were his intentions. No matter how humiliating, how disastrous, she thought his expectations were. The fact remained that she knew what would make her Master the happiest at this particular moment. Nothing less would suffice. And she would be damned if she couldn't take care of her Master's desires.
The guests were gasping. Whispering. Some, even tried a voice of outcry. But all were silenced, when among the spectators, stood up the tall men who had silently mingled. Their strength belied upon their sufficiently filled out, tight fitting, grey suits. Their physique was intimidating enough to silence the entire hall of protestors, leaving them with no choice but to witness this stupendous sight. Ten of these men, powerful bodyguards of Marcus stood amidst the guests, imposing the crowd with their martial strength, without emotion, their eyes hidden behind dark sun glasses.
"Samantha? What the heck...", Horus tried asking, his voice caught in his throat, dried up to a husk, not believing the spectacle that his daughter participated in. Yet he hardly moved, too afraid to protest with actions, standing behind, looking nervously at the men and then back at his daughter.
Samantha knelt at the altar, without hesitation, right before Marcus. Her head, on level with his crotch, her hands holding onto his thick thighs. Uncaring of her pure white dress staining upon the church tiles. Uncaring of the eyes, uncaring of her family and friends watching them. The only thing that mattered was her Master.
And soon her face was nuzzled against his growing bulge as gasps escaped throughout the hall. She could feel his heavy balls juggling against his ball sack, from over his pants. Her beautiful face sensed the throb of his pulse through the pants. He must have been pent up for quite a few hours. To think he had had the need to control himself, just for her sake, was something she thoroughly resented. She swooned in pleasure at the feel of might in his appendage. Her face, rubbing slowly against his crotch, rolling his thickness against her cheek.
Her Master should never have felt the need. What would he have done, if she hadn't reached for him in time?
Taken another whore's hole? Masturbated?
