This story contains scenes of nonconsensual, painful sex, and intimate partner violence. Proceed with caution
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Dolores was standing in the woods that lay downhill from the university, her pretty blue gown largely obscured by the ropes binding her legs to each other and her arms to her torso. Rose was standing behind her, her cheek pressed against Dolores's, one hand clutching the end of the noose that was tied around Dolores's neck, the other hand clutching a small knife, pointing it up toward Dolores's shoulder. Rose had a wide sinister grin on her face, eyes burning in the direction of Skye's phone, which Skye was holding up, poised to take a picture.
"Those are the expressions you're going with?" Skye asked drily.
"Just take one," Rose insisted.
Skye clicked the screen of her phone. "Alright, we done here or--"
"Let's take one of me kissing Dolly's cheek," Rose said, and leaned in to press her lips against Dolores's face.
She held the pose until Skye said, "Alright, wanna see?"
Rose walked over to where Skye stood; Dolores, legs bound together, had to hop. When Dolores got to a position beside Skye where she could see the picture on the phone, she quite liked it. She liked how she looked, her red lips slightly open, her head tilted up, a slightly haughty expression in her black-lined eyes, as if she were silently saying, "Rose is mine, and not yours, envy me." Which is what she was going for, so mission accomplished. Rose looked stunning as always, her eyes burning into the camera with that sexy ominous intensity she pulled off so well, her lips glistening against Dolores's cheek.
"Oh yeah," Rose said, "this looks way better than the one where I'm not kissing Dolly, don't you think?"
"I didn't see that one," Dolores said, "was still getting over here."
"Trust me, it's better," Rose said.
"Interesting vibe this picture gives," Dolores said. "Like... It's very us, but it feels more 'human sacrifice' than 'wedding.'"
"Yeah, well," Rose stroked Dolores's back, "maybe you're gonna be my little human sacrifice."
Dolores felt a little tremble of fear at that, but she shook it off. "Ooh, so scary," she teased. "Alright, you gonna untie me?"
Rose looked Dolores over and nibbled her bottom lip, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Nah. C'mon Skye," and she started walking away, putting a hand on Skye's shoulder to prompt her to walk with her. Skye hesitated for about half a second, looking with concern at Dolores before her face turned to an amused smirk and, with a shrug, turned to walk with Rose.
With her legs bound with rope, Dolores could only hop after them, much slower than they were walking. "This is," hop, "a really annoying way to get around," hop, "could you please just untie me?"
"Back at the house. C'mon Dolly, it's just a five minute walk back to Sodom House. Not sure how long that'll take you, though."
Skye interjected, "It's probably really good exercise."
Rose nodded vigorously, "Good point, good point."
Dolores just muttered bitterly to herself as she hopped along behind them.
By the time Dolores hopped all the way up the stairs to Rose's bedroom, Rose was on her computer, designing their wedding invitations around the picture they had just taken. Dolores hopped behind her so she could look over Rose's shoulder as she worked. "Oh, it's gonna be March 6? Didn't realize we had a date," Dolores commented.
"Oh yeah. It's a Wednesday, cheap day to rent out the Brickhouse for a couple of hours in the afternoon," Rose said, not looking up from her work.
Dolores nodded. They were funding everything themselves with the money they'd made off their porn videos, which didn't give them a huge amount to work with. Rose didn't want her parents to know, she wanted "a wedding they wouldn't approve of," as she'd explained it. So the plan was always to have a relatively shabby, cheap ceremony, rent out a bar uptown for the occasion, get a bunch of pizzas for the guests.
"So who are these invitations going to?" Dolores asked.
"Uhhh, I've got a couple of friends I'd like to come," Rose said. "You still didn't want your family there, right?"
"Fuck no." Dolores recalled how judgy her mother had gotten back when Dylan had slightly long hair. If they could see her now... Dolores had stayed in town over winter break, telling her family she had a job down here. There was no real indication that her family had particularly missed her, even over Christmas. She supposed that should feel like something, but it didn't. At some point, Dolores knew, her parents would have to find out what had become of their Dylan, how he'd been transfigured into some weird semi-girl called Dolores. She dreaded that day. But there was no reason to deal with it now.
"Then it's settled," Rose said, shooting Dolly a conspiratorial grin, "no family, just friends. All my little friends, and I guess we can invite your fraternity brothers?"
"Ummmm..." Dolores's reflex was to say no, absolutely not, there was this deep dread at the prospect of all the frat brothers seeing her all girly but... thinking about it, she really didn't care what they thought of her anymore. And thinking about it, there was a certain glee in shocking them all with her new self. "Let's do it!"
"Nice." Rose kissed Dolores's forehead. "Hehe, maybe one of your little friends and one of my little friends will make a connection. That'd be fun."
"Heh, fun for the girls, most likely," Dolores said. For some twisted reason that tickled her too.
And so, Rose sent a couple invitations to her friends, but most of the paper invitations went up in the frat house. Dolores hadn't been back there in months, but she still had her key, and so one night about two weeks out from the wedding Dolores and Rose crept in after most people were asleep and taped an invitation to everyone's door.
The next day, Dolores got a text from Bray. "Hey dude, congratulations! Can't say I'm not kinda jealous, but I know you're gonna be happy with Rose."
Oh right, it had been so long it was easy to forget, but Bray had had a couple of encounters with Rose. "Thank you!" Dolores had texted back, "And hey, come to the wedding and maybe you can get to know some of Rose's friends..."
"Hell yeah!" Bray had replied. A few minutes later, "Lol, overheard Rick and Clay talking, Rick was all, 'Why did we get invited to a lesbian bondage wedding?'"
"Lol." Who the hell was Rick again? Dolores remembered that there had been a frat brother by that name, but no one she was close to. She went into her friends list to try and find a picture.
Another message from Bray. "Clay said, 'Dude, you realize that's Dylan, right?' But Rick still didn't buy it, he was like, 'No, it could be his sister though. She's pretty hot.' I had to jump in and be like 'No it is Dylan.' He got really mad, started threatening to kill us if we told anyone he thought you were hot..."
"Damn And yet here you are telling me anyway. Bold move."
"C'mon I could kick his ass if I had to lol," Bray had replied.
By this point Dolores had found a picture of Rick. Oh yeah, him. The most salient memory Dolores had of Rick right now was that he'd been one of the first frat brothers to start gossiping to Dylan about Bray having a Grindr. Rick was a shorter guy, sandy brown hair and deep set hazel eyes, thick eyebrows and a long nose and nice full lips... Dolores wasn't into men, but she had absorbed the aesthetic preferences of the Sodom House girls, Iris or Ganza would probably say he had cock-sucking lips. Scrawny, Bray probably could kick his ass. Specific memories were hard to come by, but Dolores had an impression of him as being brittle and thin-skinned, got defensive quickly if anyone made a joke at his expense. And he'd said Dolores was hot, huh? Well, she thought to herself, sometimes even a frat boy has good taste.
That was the last time Dolores thought about Rick until the wedding itself. A shabby little set up, two sections of folding chairs set up on the dance floor of the Brickhouse with an aisle in between for the couple to walk down, Rose's friends all sitting on one side, the handful of frat brothers who had decided to come to this freakshow on the other. At the front, a wooden lectern for the minister to stand. The minister, apparently, was a local reverend whom Iris had seduced a while back, and was only conducting this ceremony under threat of blackmail, an element that just tickled Rose. He was young looking, probably no older than 35, a square handsome head with hazel eyes staring resentfully up at Rose and Dolores as they made their way up the aisle.
No processional, no one to give anyone away, just Rose and Dolores arm in arm walking up the aisle. Rose was wearing a classic black and white tuxedo; with the scar over her eye Dolores thought the tux made her look like a Bond villain. Dolores was wearing the white dress that Rose had picked out for her, off the shoulder sleeves, left everything above her nipples bare, sparkly white lace that hugged her hips and ass and upper thighs tightly before flowing out toward the bottom. She felt so womanly in it, loved wearing it, loved how she looked in it with her smoky gray eyeshadow and deep red lips that matched Rose's.
As they walked down the little makeshift aisle, Dolores was glancing out of the corner of her eye at the few frat brothers who had decided to attend this freakshow. Most of them were looking at Dolores with various mixtures of disgust, confusion, and contempt on their faces. The only exceptions were Bray, who gave Dolores a thumbs up as she passed, and Rick, who was sitting by himself away from the other boys and who Dolores noticed very distinctly staring at her ass as she walked by. How funny. Dolores turned her head just enough to shoot him a knowing look and a raised eyebrow. His eyes widened at that, and he looked down, blushing.
Rose and Dolores had decided to just wing it when it came to their vows, and naturally, when the minister prompted them to exchange vows, they stood there silently for an awkward couple of seconds, trying to figure out what to say. Somewhat to her own surprise, it was Dolores who started first. "Rose," she said, "a while ago, you said you wanted to be everything I felt, and for me to be everything you felt. As much as I can, I will be your everything. You, uh, you saved me from. Um. Being a boy. So I'm gonna be your girl. I promise I will give you my body to do what you want with it, and if you keep pouring all your depraved urges into me I promise I'll keep loving every minute of it."
Rose's eyes glowed at her with this intoxicating mix of pride and lust. "Dolly," she said, "when I met you I was, uh... Well you know. Very fucked up. Still am. But I used to just let it all out all over, like, everyone, all the time, and now... I promise to save all my monstrosity for you. Heh." Here she got a wicked little grin on her face. "I promise to choke you with my cock, and plow your little hole, and whip your little body, and to make the cum spray out of your little cock cage."
By this point Dolores was looking down at the floor, her face starting to turn red, though she was grinning. She felt Rose's hand on her chin, tilting her head back up. "And I promise," Rose went on, "that no matter how mean I get I won't let you forget I care about you really."
The minister let out a tense exhalation. "You kids know there's more to marriage than fornication, right?"
