Maria and Justin had been engaged for several months, and Maria had not yet met Justin's parents. Several times she had been out with his sister but still she had only had various moments on the phone with his parents. In the car she fidgeted constantly with nerves. It wasn't that she thought they wouldn't like her, or that they would disapprove, on the contrary they had been thrilled when Justin proposed and were fully amenable with the match. Dinner tonight, on the eve of the wedding was simply the final touch to make them all family. Her parents had been unable to make it but they would meet them in 2 days on the morning of the wedding.
As they pulled into the gravel driveway the warm light from inside the doorway spilled out into the night. Maria stepped out of the car as Justin opened her door and was greeted by his sister who gave her a warm hug of recognition. His parents waited inside and she took a deep breath as she followed him up the steps to greet them. She looked around as she stepped into the foyer. The house was lavishly decorated, and had various items that she guessed must have been acquired on their travels displayed around. She commended Justin's mother on the décor, and while she was looking about she noticed a most unusual chandelier. It was in the shape of a diagonal cross, large enough it looked to hold a person were it lowered, and it was suspended from the ceiling by four stout looking chains. It seemed almost mediaeval in its construction yet it was so simple as to match the modernity of its surroundings.
Justin's father noticed her curiosity and took the moment to explain to her that the chandelier was based on an old implement of torture called the St Andrews Cross. Of course they had had it converted but it made for an interesting conversation piece and helped also to break the ice when he joked about stringing up any boyfriends that Justin's sister might bring home who they didn't approve of. Maria was sure glad they approved of her!
The evening went by with the usual polite conversation, and Maria was glad that the nerves she had been feeling before had subsided. Justin's father kept making rather racy and slightly audacious comments to her, but she guessed that was just his way of teasing her. Trying to prove that he was still young enough to notice a good looking young woman no doubt. The evening wore on and they finished dessert before retiring into the salon together. Maria's eyelids were feeling terribly heavy, and she just put it that she had perhaps had too much wine at the table. Once or twice while everyone was talking she found herself nodding off.
She woke herself up again from her head slipping onto her chest and was about to turn to Justin to suggest they went home when she realised that although she was still in the salon she was no longer sitting on the couch, and Justin was no longer there. How long had she been asleep???? She went to sit herself up but found herself unable to, her wrists and ankles were shackled to something. She felt its hard wooden frame beneath her and realised that she was spread out on the chandelier, or whatever it was that Justin's father had called it. Suddenly she realised she was not only alone, AND tied to some strange mediaeval torture contraption, she was also naked. The warm air that she had unknowingly let caress her bare skin suddenly chilled her and raised Goosebumps upon her flesh. She was scared, simply petrified. What on earth was going on, she was naked in her fiancés parents house, there was no one around, and worse she couldn't remember how she had gone from coffee after dinner to this.
Justin suddenly came around the corner into the room. He just smiled at her as she lay there. She started to say something to him, along the lines of what the fuck is going on, but he just put a finger to her lips to quiet her and then crouched above her head with the self same smile upon his face. He was wearing just his jeans, his bare abs never failed to make her think of how the rest of him naked must look, he worked out and it was self evident. His sister then entered, she was wearing some plain white skirt round her hips, and her bare breasts showed their supple firmness in the dim light as she walked round to Maria's right and grinned at her. Obviously she was happy about all this, even if Maria had not a clue what on earth was going on.
Then Justin's mother came in, she was wearing the same outfit as her daughter, but her body was showing more in years. Her breasts had begun their ageful descent, and her skin had lost some of the supplicity displayed in her daughters. She gave Maria a little wave as she knelt down at her left, opposite of her daughter.
Finally, Justin's father came in. Unlike the rest of his family he did not seem so pleased. He was dressed similarly to his son, in plain dark jeans and bare chested. He stood between her splayed legs, and looked down upon her. Finally he spoke.
"Maria, in this next week you are going to become part of this family. We wanted to take this opportunity to welcome you properly, as every other member of this family has been. We're very sorry that we had to drug you, but we thought you might be frightened away were we to have to force you. My wife went through this when we married and when Justin's sister finally chooses a partner so shall he. This ceremony has taken place at every wedding for well over a hundred years. Our family goes much further back however, back as far as the dark mountains of the Carpathians in the 1400s when we were nobles. Things then were different however, and this was originally the ceremony where a marriage was consummated, but we know with these modern times that relationships don't work that way. However, Justin has assured us that that is how you feel about marriage and indeed that you are still a virgin, and if you have lied to him we will soon find out."
Maria's mind was racing, these people were insane. She was desperately trying to think of what to do, but the presence of Justin sitting at her head stroking her hair was so confusing. Justin's father knelt down between her legs, the same as Justin was at her head. She couldn't see him though and her other senses were trying to make up for that and she drew in a sharp breath as she felt his hands touch the top of her thigh. His fingers were gentle, but the feelings they evoked were strange to her.
Just as she had said she had never let a guy touch her, she and Justin had restrained themselves all though their engagement. She could feel the blood colouring her cheeks as his fingers parted her most intimate of places, the feeling was similar to when she shaved herself earlier as practice, since she planned on making that her little surprise for Justin after the wedding. But unlike the razor the fingers were warm, and much firmer in their strokes. She could feel herself become even more flushed as the fingers became moist. She wasn't sure if this was from herself. She could feel those fingers probing deeper inside her, slowly he entered her with them, drawing them out gently. As the strokes became deeper she felt them hit something within her, some type of barrier and curious as she was about the whole situation she suddenly worried that she wouldn't be able to accommodate Justin, surely he was bigger than his fathers' fingers. However at the same time those fingers felt good. She blushed even deeper as she thought about the fact that such a thing brought her pleasure even as her fear was abating. He withdrew from inside her and the air felt cold on the moisture that settled on her skin.
"Maria, I am proud of you, indeed you were telling the truth, and in this day that is a rarity. You are truly good enough to be welcomed into this family properly, and I want your sister Claire to be the first."
