This story contains elements of fantasy and features explicit sexual content, including graphic depictions and anatomically impossible actions such as penetration of a female cervix/womb. If you don't like it, don't read it.
I'm standing at the bottom of the church, chairs lined up left and right of the isle. Light falls in golden rays through the windows. I'm nervous to no end. Not just like every bride, nervous on her big day, but actually nervous. You see, this little room over there. I lost my virginity and dignity in it. Not sure what horrifies me more. But there sure is no turning back:
I was standing in that room, preparing myself. I think it was more like a mental thing before ceremony. Be alone with yourself and calm down. This cute little cell smelled just like an old castle or church smells, a bit on the musty side, but its clean and warm. There are no windows, only a relatively modern small chandelier spending comforting light, a mirror, comfy chairs, a small vanity table and a small thin wooden door. You would expect it to be thick and heavy, but I have no luck.
I was fixing my hair and essentially waiting for the ceremony to begin, as the door opened and the best man of my soon-to-be-husband and a lot of other guys just enter my room.
"Is anything up?", I asked, and they just smile ominously.
"We are here to make sure that not only you will never forget that day," and so they close in on me.
"What do you want?" still not understanding. They stood around me and I'm frightened. I was still hopeful that this is just a joke, "Come on, leave, the ceremony is about to start any moment," I try, braver than I actually was... But they just stared at me.
"Quiet, quiet, little one. We will show, Jim, what kind of a slut he's going to marry."
And with that Tim is just reaching his hand out and grabbing my left breast.
He can't do that
my mind screams. Cold fire spread through my body as he fondled me so intimately. It felt strangely good, but of course, I slapped his hand away,
This is wrong
. "Take your hands off me!", I shot at him. But they were having none of it, others grabbed my arms and held me in place for Tim to continue.
He pulled down my dress, exposing the padded bra, that I have to wear as my thick, long nipples are visible otherwise, very visible. I felt so ashamed.
This underwear is only for my husband to see, tonight. This is just not right. They should not bee here, they should not see me that way.
Tim grabbed my breast again, hard and rough, he kneaded it like dough, relentless. I felt pain and fire running through me. His hands on my sensitive flesh, grinning like a devil, dark and hot.
Does he enjoy my humiliation? This is so wrong.
I stared at him, while my right breast was mauled too. I felt used. My sensitive, white, milky breasts were used for men's pleasure. They grinned at me and stared lustfully as my flesh was being manhandled.
"She has so nice tits. Jim will be so lucky with these udders," they were humiliating me.
Breasts not tits or even udders. Am I just a cow? A pair of udders? Rude idiots!
"Now show them to us", and so they started a little chant: "Show them, show them,...," and on both sides, my bra was pulled down, my full breasts were exposed to the cold air. Milky white, big breasts for everyone to see. As my whole upper body was enflamed in heat of shame, my nipples hardened quickly. I was exposed to their stares, I could not take it anymore. They look on as my abnormal nipples elongate by almost an inch, deeply colored and wide as a pencil eraser. I'm self conscious about them. I looked away, ashamed, embarrassed, as they stared speechless at me. No, not at me, at my breasts, my tits as they called them disgracefully. I wished myself away. So embarrassing, again, and again. I couldn't believe it, my wedding day... A tear is rolling down my cheek.
"They are so big."
"Great cow tits to feast on."
"Such a slut."
"Now we know why Jim marries her."
I was humiliated to no end, I could sense every insulting word in my body. Nobody did ever see this exposed, like a slut. I looked away, I could not stand it, their looks, piercing me.
Suddenly two mouths were feasting at my breasts, sucking at my nipples, sending electric shock waves through my body. My nipples got even harder, bigger... Never before did I experience such hot pain... or,
Is it pleasure?
Of course not, nobody should do such disgusting things to me. I squirmed and moaned, "Ahhh." I Just could not stay silent.
Meanwhile, in the church were all the guests awaiting the start of the ceremony. The back of the rows, close to my room of defilement, were exceedingly aware of whats going on. They surely saw several men entering, heard some chanting and at least one not so quiet female moan. They snickered and roled there eyes at my expenses. At least that's what I was thinking what was happening.
Inside my little church room of doom, my defilement intensified. Again and again were they latching at my sensitive nipples. My body was engulfed in flames and I could sense a direct current to my most sacred spot. Wetness was forming between my legs.
Did I pee myself?
I could not make any sense out of it. I would have blamed my sacred upbringings, but at this moment, I was already in sensory overload. They were doing things to me, no man should do to a woman or at least not they, not to me, not right here, not right now.
My bra is now simply cut from me, leaving my big tits hanging, quiet literally. But the mauling, feeling, sucking, fondling and kneading of my sensitive flesh was just going on. I was held in place for their pleasure. And just used.
This is the pinnacle of humiliation,
I thought, but I was so wrong. Foreign, hard, vile hands were everywhere, stroking my back, lower back, my legs. I felt like a puppet for their enjoyment. And then my long wedding gown was raised, slowly, almost kindly. With every touch, it seemed like everyone not molesting my tits was now intended to work on my ultimate downfall.
This cannot happen,
I froze in terror.
This is wrong, this cannot happen.
I was trapped in my body. This was just the beginning. Frozen and mortified they had an easy play with my gown raised up to my belly. I looked like wearing a white, bunched lacey oversized belt.
I chose cute white panties. Conservative, religious, faithful wife. Nothing wrong with that. They didn't care. In hindsight, why should they have. The knife did already make short work of my bra and my cute panties fell shortly after they were exposed. I screamed in my mind, I looked anywhere, but not at them. Every humiliation was piled on top of the next. I could not fathom what was happening.
