"I shrugged comically. How could I know, I had my hubby's cock and balls in my mouth the whole time as the three others took turns between my legs."
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I would recommend reading part 1 of this 2-part story first but its not completely essential.
To recap, I am a woman newly arrived on an island where all women are completely sexually submissive to men, by law. Part 1 saw my training more or less complete and now I commence my life as a submissive cock whore and start to enjoy the role, realising the freedom it brings.
8. THE 'WEDDING'
I wouldn't really call it a 'wedding' as such. It was held at a registry office of sorts.
Myself and Lish were there, both stark naked. Lish didn't have to be naked by law, but wanted to show support to me.
My 'man' was a young guy in his early twenties. He was very dull and average unfortunately. Barely spoke a word or looked at me. He had a fairly plain face, spiked, gelled hair, clean shaven, 6 foot, a little sullen I thought.
The only thing I recall about it was that the official reminded me of my duties to serve Justin, to be his dutiful slut and sealed the deal by collaring me, my collar being fastened to my neck.
I had since learned from Lish that my collar, with the red disc on it, indicated to everyone that I was newly 'married'. The custom of the town was that for one month, I would be slut exclusively to Justin and for this one month only, all other guys would leave me alone. This was only a custom though and as I'd soon find out, not strictly observed.
Another plus of this so-called marriage was moving into 'our' own house. As 'The Village' was so small, it was just round the corner from Lish and I'd see her just as often.
Justin availed of his conjugal rights on the first night but in a far from satisfactory way. I think he did it because he thought he had to. It all felt very 'medieval', we had separate bedrooms and at night, he let himself into my room, pulled back the covers, slid my nightdress up and functionally fucked me.
I think it was a reflection of the status of marriage here, it was just for show really and our 'marriage' didn't really have much meaning for either of us. Justin was more of a 'male administrator' legally making my decisions for me, than he was a husband. I had to accept that Justin was the male dominant and could fuck me at his leisure, but then so could every other guy here!
9. THE POKER GAME
It seemed a curious night to be hosting a poker game for the 'boys'. It was a day after our wedding and Justin had barely said a word to me all day. In fact, I had barely seen him. For reasons that soon became apparent, I later learnt that this whole thing had been a set up by Alicia to help us both out.
Justin had only been in the house for an hour and we had only just finished tea when the guys came around, beers in hand.
As I opened the door, I smiled in recognition as I saw Joe, one of the guys who had found me on the beach and who had helped me against the then brutish Gerald.
There were two other guys there, who I didn't know. All the guys were lean, fit and of similar age, early 30s I thought.
I adjusted to my new life quickly, dutifully putting all the guy's beer in the fridge and fetching it along with some snacks whenever they asked. I watched them occasionally and I looked at my 'husband' curiously. He was a strange guy, shy perhaps? But while the three other guys all laughed and joked as they played cards, he was reserved and a little distant.
The men were 'typical guys' but in this place, they had regular and easy access to any women they wanted. I admit, I got turned on a little as I casually listened to their laddish talk of the "blond who sucks fantastic cock" or the "little brunette with big tits who I nailed up the arse."
I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind for now as I knew I had 1 month to 'serve', being entirely owned by Justin. The thought was actually quite a depressing one and I was actually looking forward to the day when I was freely available to all, although dreading it at the same time.
This night however, was to take an unexpected turn.
As I brought in a fresh round of drinks, Joe glanced up at me from his cards and looked across at Justin, as if a thought had suddenly struck him.
"Hey Justin, you won't mind if we get a look at the new girl's tits will you? he said, quite nonchalantly. I went a bit pale. Even more so when Justin barely even answered, but shrugged an indifferent, "Guess not."
Joe looked up at me smiling, his face impish at his own lewdness.
"You heard the man, Natalie, tits out!" he said calmly.
"What...you can't be..." I was about to say but I stopped myself and remembered my training and Alicia's urgings. Besides which, I had only just been thinking how dull the next month would be with only Justin, this could be liberating I thought and it was the sort of treatment I had to get used to if I was to live here.
To preserve a modicum of feigned dignity I rolled my eyes and shook my head but I had already pulled my top over my head. I didn't dare look at the guys. If I had to do this, I would do it quickly and as soon as my bra came into view, I quickly unclasped and slid it off my arms.
Whistles and cat calls greeted me from three of the guys as I lowered my arms to allow my tits a full reveal, my face warm in embarrassment.
"Look at those, they are mighty fine!" one of them said, my cheeks crimson at being so obviously gazed upon. It was humiliating but exciting.
"Yes indeed," agreed Joe, openly gazing at my stiffened nipples. I looked Joe in the eyes and saw warmth in his. I liked Joe, he was a nice guy and he gave me confidence and also a heady, longing desire to please him.
As he said this, he scooped up one of my big tits in his hands as if performing a medical examination.
"Much more interesting than cards hey, guys...?" Joe said, eyeing me hungrily, taking a sip of beer, "Hey, you don't mind us having some fun with your wife do you...?" he said, glancing over at Justin.
I don't think I heard Justin's reply, my head swam in excitement and my stomach, my pussy lurched. It was obvious these guys were all going to fuck me. I had butterflies in my tummy, fear was there but was mixed with anticipation and also determination. I wanted to show these guys I could do this, I wanted to make Lish proud of me, I wanted the thrill of letting go and allowing myself to be used. This would be the first proper test of my training.
