She stood in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom she was beginning to hate, as nothing good ever seemed to happen here. Markus opened the door on the right side of the wardrobe, showing a rack full of dresses, all of them very feminine in some way either by being in girly colors or patterned with flowers of some kind. They were all quite short, none reaching down to even brush the knee and there wasn't a pair of pants or even a long skirt in sight.
"Choose a dress, Doll, so we can go to breakfast."
She stepped closer and started looking through the dresses, wanting to pick the least revealing. The bright red dress she chose finished 2 inches above her knee, longer than most of the dresses but its deep v-neckline showed a lot of cleavage to make up for it. Still she thought it would be better than showing her ass when bending over. She then looked through the wardrobe to find some underwear to put on, but didn't find any so she turned to Markus who watched her still naked form intently.
"Where is the underwear?" He chuckled at her question and pointed at the chest of drawers, motioning towards the highest drawer which had a keyhole. She tried opening it, but it was locked and she didn't see a key, so she turned back to the man behind her expectantly, shivering in the coldness of the room.
"You won't get any underwear whilst we are on our honeymoon, I need easy access to you, Toy. Now put the dress on!"
She wanted to protest and make him at least give her some underwear when she had to walk around in flowy dresses in his house, but the hard look on his face told her that it would be in her best interest to just put the dress on without arguing.
Once she was dressed he took her hand and led her down the stairs and through the living room where they had gotten married, into a kitchen where one of the men she recognized from the day before was already seated with a plate piled with pancakes and syrup in front of him. A heavily pregnant woman who looked to be around twenty stood at the stove, flipping more pancakes which she piled on two more plates before setting them down at the place Markus was now sitting at and the one he sat Tori at. Looking closer at the woman, Tori noticed that she looked to be around twenty years old, much younger than the man she now sat next to with her own plate in front of her. The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, a little older than Markus and was now eating happily with his arm around the woman's waist.
"This is my friend Darius and his wife Adina, who is pregnant with their first child. You will spend the day with her so she can explain to you what it means to be a wife in the Congregation."
Tori was confused and opened her mouth to ask him about what he was talking about, but he silenced her with a sharp "Not now." and motioned for her to eat the food in front of her. She didn't feel hungry with the cramping pains still rocking through her torso every now and again, but she knew she had to eat to keep her focus so she could find a way out of this and so she began eating the pancakes. After a couple of minutes of silence at the table as everyone was eating their breakfast, Darius began talking to Markus, ignoring the two women also at the table.
"How was your first night with your little wife, friend? Is she as good as you'd hoped for in the sheets?"
Tori stopped eating with her fork halfway between her plate and her mouth, disgusted by how they were talking about how good raping her had been as if it was a normal topic to discuss at breakfast. But Adina who sat across from her quietly shook her head at her and motioned for her to continue eating with a pointed look at Markus, who was watching Tori with his gaze on her collar, ready to punish her if she spoke up for herself. Tori took a deep breath to try and calm herself before continuing with her meal, trying to block out what the men were saying about her but there wasn't much to focus on than their conversation.
"Definitely, she's tighter than any other woman I have had and so short and lightweight that I can just pick her up and hold her however I want to, even before drugging her she couldn't stop me from doing anything."
He took a sip of his coffee then, seeming to relish in the way Tori was staring down intently at her food with bright red cheeks and his friend was chuckling and leering at her, before continuing.
"Last night I fucked her little mouth first and made her swallow all my cum, before fucking her virgin pussy and filling her up again. Only thing that isn't perfect is having to rub her until she's wet for me, but that'll change with the hormones in a couple of days."
He smiled wistfully before picking up his fork again to eat some more, giving Darius the opportunity to speak.
"The hormones really are amazing, I could fuck Adina whilst she was still asleep in the middle of the night and she was perfectly wet for me. And now that she's pregnant she's still always wet because of that, I don't think I'll ever want it different again." The woman across from Tori winced at what appeared to be memories of what her husband was talking about, and Tori gave her a sympathetic look with sadness bringing tears to her eyes at this woman who was already living through the horrible future that would soon also be Tori's reality if she didn't get out of here somehow.
"But did you really only have her twice since yesterday? I thought with your drive and endurance you would have continued today.", the man who Tori had begun to hate almost as much as her rapist husband added.
"Oh no, I had her again first thing this morning. That was probably the best yet, as she was on her knees in front of me, her chest pressed into the mattress and I could see my cock go in and out of her the whole time, especially as she wasn't drugged then and I could feel and hear her fully. And then I took her tight ass in the shower after she disrespected me and I had to teach her a lesson."
