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Art The Wedding

crayoncakes

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Charlotte’s mother cried as she was dressing her girl for the wedding.

“Mum! I’m nearly thirty! I’m not some little teener about to be led off to the ravening wolves!”

“I know honey… it’s just, your dad would have been so proud to see you like this. And I know that Simon’s a good man even though he shaves his head at his age” she sniffed. “Just hard to let you go, really.”

Charlotte looked at herself in the mirror. Her white bridal gown swept down to her ankles in folds of satin, but cleverly cut so her generous clevage and her shoulders were nicely displayed. The soft mounds of her breasts were exposed and presented almost to her nipples. The gown then folded from below her breasts so that only the vague outline of her hips could be seen. It was the kind of dress that didn’t require underwear.

She put the veil on, a small crown of flowers above her elaborately-platted blonde hair.

“Come on, car’s waiting mam… you look smashing.”

Her mother dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief again “Oh darling…”

“Oops… better go for a quick pee before we leave… don’t know when I’m going to have another chance!”

“Charlotte!”

She swept away in a rustle of expensive satin. “You go on down, mam!” she called over her back.

If her mother had wondered how she had managed to afford such an exquisite gown, she hadn’t said a word. In the bathroom, she quickly raised her dress, unfolding the clever design of the gown which allowed you to open it up to expose your body over and up to your tummy, and shimmied off her panties, down her white stockinged legs, off the high heels. When the wedding was arranged, she had come off the contraceptives and her Black Master Peter had the inner lips of her woman's genitals pierced, in two places. Small heavy silver rings which actually worked like padlocks kept them closed unless Master wanted access.

It always felt a little dangerous going without panties. She was still not used to the way the rings dragged her woman's genitals lips down as she walked. The gown had been supplied by Peter of course, to his design, and she had been told on this day of days not to wear anything over her woman's genitals or bumhole.

Her uncle Trevor was going to give her away. As she walked up to the altar holding onto his arm, she saw Simon at the top of the church, smiling at her. There was a sea of faces – nobody could resist a glamorous wedding and a fantastic reception. Peter, standing tall and muscular, stood out from the rest of the congregation although he occupied a place at the far end of a row. He was the only Black man there, looking handsome and impbumive as ever. She nearly stumbled as she pbumed him, and gripped her uncle’s arm a little more tightly.

The ceremony pbumed by. Meaningless words. Peter did not object when the priest asked if anyone could show just cause why they should not be joined in holy matrimony. They exchanged promises. Love, honour, and obey. They exchanged rings and put them on each others’ fingers. At the end of the ceremony, she lifted her veil and leaned forward to kiss Simon, a slight smile quirking her lips.

“Did you see Master Peter?” she murmured.

“Yes” he replied and gave her a small kiss. “The real ceremony’s later.”

“I know.”

At the reception, at the lineup, Simon held Charlotte loosely by the waist.

“Oh mum, this is Peter!” Peter smiled and greeted her mother, uncle, and Simon’s parents.

“It’s wonderful when young people are in love” he smiled, his low gravelly voice dominant.

“Oh… Peter is it? Are you Charlotte’s friend, or Simon’s?” asked her mother.

“I know them both well” he smiled. “And I’m so glad they’ve done the right thing. Simon, may I kiss the lovely bride?”

Simon gave a pale smile as Peter leaned forward and kissed Charlotte on the cheek. His finger seemingly by accident brushed the top of her exposed breasts.

“You know what I’m going to have carved there” he murmured. Charlotte cast her eyes down to the smooth creamy skin on either side of her clevage.

“Thank you. You’ve been so kind…”

“My pleasure, as always.”

Later, Charlotte’s mum asked her about Peter.

“I didn’t know you knew a Black man” she commented. “Fancy inviting him to your wedding!”

Simon intervened as Charlotte blushed a little. “We’ve known him for years” he said. “In fact, you could almost say, he brought us together.”

“How extraordinary. Charlotte’s never spoken to me about him!”

“He’s an extremely generous man. He’s helped us a lot.”

“I see” she sniffed. But of course, she didn’t at all.

Peter slipped off as soon as the meal was over with a small wave at Simon, who nodded back. The reception would go on all night, there were two bands and later a disco. After Charlotte and Simon had done the rounds and received the final best wishes it was suddenly time for them to leave. Charlotte thought, too soon, surely! She still wore her wedding gown, and of course, by tradition, threw her posy half over her shoulder at the crowd. Her sister Janet caught it, and gave a little scream of delight. “It’s me!” she shrieked. Members of the family looked at each other. Janet did not have a man in tow; in fact, she seemed to have avoided men completely.

In the back of the limousine, Charlotte held Simon’s hard tightly.

“Simon, you okay?”

“Yes” he muttered. “Just extremely nervous, that’s all.”

“You and me both” her breasts heaved.

“You look great in that tux… did Peter provide it as well?”

“Yeah, and everything else, too.”

“You’re… not jealous, Simon, surely?”

“Can a slave be jealous of his Master?”

She leaned against him for a moment. “You don’t have to….”

He shook his head and kissed her lightly on her hair. “There’s nothing else for us love, is there? We’re mired in deep, can’t help ourselves. I just feel a little sorry for Janet.”

“Peter will look after her.”

“That’s what I mean.”

The car stopped outside Peter’s house, a large place in its own grounds. Simon escorted Charlotte up the drive, and adjusted her veil so her face was once again hidden. Charlotte caught the glint of their wedding rings in the pale sunlight as their fingers caught.

“My husband…”

”...wife. You’re lovely.”

“But slaves?”

“Always.”

They were escorted into the sitting room, where Peter was sprawled in a large armchair. He raised his eyebrows as the two of them came in, and nodded to Simon.

“Strip. You, ****, stand still.”

Simon flushed and began to disrobe. He had a well-built body, muscle where it was needed. As usual, he was completely shaved. His bald head now became part of his naked appearance. His limp male reproductive organ and balls hung down in front of him.

Peter looked at him. “Pathetic whiteboy” he murmured. “Come on, let’s get your wife ****ed.” He rose to his feet. Standing in front of Simon, he slapped his face hard and put his hand down to pinch his male reproductive organ, hard. “Yes, whiteboy?”

“Y… yes Master.”

“You’re going to loose your balls tomorrow. If you great times inside her tonight, you’ll loose the lot, understand?”

“I do, Master.”

“Same time as I engrave your wife’s breasts with my name.”

“Yes…. thank you, Master.”

Peter let him go and approached Charlotte. “What’s going to be carved on your mammary glands, ****?”

“Peter’s whore” she murmured as he pbumed his fingers over the exposed parts of her breasts.

“You have a problem with that, ****?”

“No Master.”

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Who got your posy, ****?”

“My sister, Janet.”

“Ah” he nodded. “I’m going to enjoy her too, then.”

Her heart raced as she thought of her sister, who had never found men easy. “You will, Master?”

“Think of her as a wedding gift to me.”

“My gift, Master?”

“What else do you have to give me?”

She lowered her eyes. “You own us all, don’t you, Master?”

“I’m going to enjoy breaking her. Come on, show me your woman's genitals. Simon, you may watch.”

Charlotte opened her dress out, exposing her body to her Master. He crouched down in front of her, and withdrawing a small thin key, undid each ring on her woman's genitals lips, and gently pulled it out. He slipped his finger between the lips, and pulled them open a fraction, sniffing.

“You’ve kept yourself clean anyway, ****. Well done.”

“Thank you Master” she said in a faint voice. He stood up, pocketing the rings and key. He took her hand and motioned to Simon to join them. When his two white slaves were standing in front of him, he put their hands on each others, over his. “You’re a ****ing pair of dirty white whores. You need slavery, both of you. Are you glad I’m your Master?”

They both nodded, earnestly.

“Come on then.”

He turned his back to them and strode out. The newly wed slaves followed him, still holding hands. Charlotte’s fingers twitched in Simon’s grasp. They exchanged pale glances. Janet! She almost wept.

In the bedroom, Master gently parted Charlotte’s dress again and stroked her shaved woman's genitals, his finger going up her body, till the folds stopped him. “Pretty white ****… I’m going to fill you with my seed tonight. Strip your dress off but keep your veil on.”

Charlotte undid her gown, letting it fall to her feet. He looked at her creamy white body, her breasts with their large areaolas, her naked woman's genitals. He patted her tummy. “Little oven for Black babies. Go and lie on your back on the bed, spread your legs.” He turned to Simon.

“Well, go on… make love to your wife, whiteboy! That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Simon followed his wife to the bed. Peter sat on the side, watching them. Simon knelt above his wife, tracing her slender body with his fingertips. Charlotte looked up at him through the veil over her face and adjusted herself to let him kneel between her legs, showing her exposed woman's genitals. She reached for his male reproductive organ, and for a while, held him, slowly pulling on his male reproductive organ and balls as he grew in her fingers. Did he get excited at the view of his wife, opened out for him like the whore she was, she wondered. Did he relish the fact that he was soon to experience something painful which would make him a gelding for the rest of his life, the same way the words carved on her breasts would never ever be eradicated?

He bent down over her, and she felt his male reproductive organ slipping into her woman's genitals, she guiding it into her woman's genitals which was already wet with craving. He pressed his body over her, their faces separated by her veil and she felt him enter into her, as deep as he could. His male reproductive organ always felt small in comparison to her Master’s. Their movements gradually became faster, each moving to a joined rhythm. She saw his face above her and felt his breath on her veil. The tide was enveloping them both, and she put her arms around his back and wrapped her slender legs round him as their bodies slithered together.

Suddenly, she felt him grabbed and pulled off her. Peter was naked, his strong Black body gleaming with sweat. He lifted Simon by the neck and punched in the stomach, sending him reeling into the far corner of the bed. Peter followed the first blow with another to Simon’s male reproductive organ and balls. Simon screamed as the blow released his orgasm, spurting jism over the bedcovers and Peter’s hand.

“You… white… ****!” Peter roared, punching him again and again in the balls and stomach as Simon’s male reproductive organ unloaded itself. “You were on the edge of great timesming into her! male reproductive organsucker! woman's genitalsface!” Simon wailed but did not let his hands defend himself. Peter’s male reproductive organ was huge and immensely hard. He pushed it at Simon’s small white equipment.

“**** you! This is the last time you ever squirt that puny male reproductive organ at anybody, you whore!”

He turned to Charlotte and pbumed his finger over her woman's genitals, lifted it to his lips and tasted it.

“Huh… smells of whiteboy but no great times yet…. are you both lucky!” He turned to Simon.

“Sit up and watch me.” To Charlotte, he smiled. A dangerous smile. His hand gently raised her veil so he was looking straight at her face.

“You watch, too. Keep your hands to your sides. I don’t need help to get into your woman's genitals.”

He lowered himself over her body, his huge male reproductive organ slipping into her wet woman's genitals. Ah God! He was monstrous! He glanced at her face and grinned down at her.

“Feels good to have Master’s male reproductive organ in you, eh ****?” She nodded as she felt him push deeper inside her.

“You remember what it feels like, ****?” Every part of her woman's genitals was pulled apart by his monstrous male reproductive organ… she felt him bum against her cervix and uttered a low moan. His body was heavy on her, and he cradled her head between his Black arms.

“Yesssssss” he muttered. “You’re gonna have a fine upstanding member of society baby, you white slave ****…. my fine upstanding member of society baby…. your Master’s fine upstanding member of society baby.” She felt his body stiffen and his thrusts became deeper. Suddenly, he was shuddering over her, his body raised, male reproductive organ pulsing into her. She felt him spurt his load into her woman's genitals. Oh goddd…. she thought…. pray give me Master’s baby!

There was a quiet time as she felt him press her into the bed, his large Black body resting over her small white one. He moved himself gently around inside her, until his flaccid male reproductive organ was small enough to pull out of her. He stroked her face, gently, the way she remembered he would when his great times was spent.

“You got had there, baby, I can feel it. You’re gonna have my child.”

“Yes Master… thank you” she sighed.

He rolled off her, lying between her and where her husband was kneeling. Simon saw only his large Black bottom as he stroked Charlotte, his large Black hands playing over her private parts.

“Hey, whiteboy… lick my bum while I fondle your wife’s mammary glands!”

“Yes Master.”

Peter traced the words ‘Peter’s Whore’ over her breasts. “Everyone will see them unless you wear something right up to your neck.”

“I know…. you said that, Master.”

“And cutting… you can never remove….” his Black finger traced the words again.

“Your whore… till I die, Master.”

“Yeah… who else would have a slave with someone else’s name carved on her mammary glands?” He chuckled and got up.

“Okay, might as well start. Party’s waiting.” He beckoned with a finger to Charlotte. “Shower first. And I have a little sexy outfit for the two of you.”

She and Simon showered, each of them tenderly washing their bodies and drying each other with the large fluffy towels. When they emerged, Peter had laid out their party clothes and was wearing a long colourful gown which set off the power of his mbumive body. Charlotte had a sudden spasm of envy… why was it she’d been born a thin pallid white?

Simon was to wear a black lace garter belt and stocking set; Charlotte the same in white. Standing side by side in impossibly high heels, they looked like a well matched pair of slaves.

“I ought to make you into a **** as well” Peter remarked to Simon, tweaking his nipple.

“All your white boys are really women. None of you have what it takes to keep the ****es under control…” he spun Peter around, and slapped his bottom, hand.

“See? Even your bum is female… it’s going to be my pleasure to be serviced by a pair of married white ****s… where are those rings…!”

He slipped the silver rings back over Charlotte’s woman's genitals lips.

“I’d trust those bruddahs with my life” he murmured as he closed them shut and gave them a little tug. “But not your woman's genitals!” He got up and grinned.

“Right, Just now, party time. Follow me, ****. Boy, you follow on behind.”

They went down a short pbumage, and Peter opened the door to one of the rooms in the back. It was warm in there, the drapes were drawn shut. There were six naked Black men. They’d got up when they had heard the footsteps. Peter stood back and let the newlymarrieds into the room.

“Here they are” he said almost nonchalantly. “Have fun. Just don’t nobody try to poke the white **** in the woman's genitals, you hear? That’s my job!”

There was a ripple of laughter from the Black men. Some of them were already stroking enormous erect male reproductive organs.

“Yeah fine upstanding member of societys. Have ‘em till the morning. I shall be resting.” There was another ripple of laughter.

As the door closed on Peter, the Black men came forward to the pair. Two of them seized Simon, one by the male reproductive organ and balls and the other over his bum. The one holding his male reproductive organ gave Simon a slobbery kiss.

“Whiteboy” he breathed into his face. “Are you gonna get ****ed by my fine upstanding member of society male reproductive organ tonight!”

Charlotte saw them lead him off to a corner of the room where there was an enormous bed. She looked to see the other four standing around her. By now they were all stroking their male reproductive organs.

“Just in case you wondered, ****” one of them said. “We’re on viagra up to our ****in eyeballs.” The others laughed. He pulled Charlotte’s thighs apart, revealing the rings on her shaved woman's genitals.

“Mmmm.. a little insurance from brother Peter!” He pulled a ring hard, and Charlotte cried out. Another man put a restraining Black hand over her woman's genitals.

“No, my friend, don’t damage his goods” he said softly. “He’s ****ed her and wants her to have his baby.”

“Too right… but everything else…”

The men moved around her… one of them ripped her veil off her head, another plunged his hand over her breast, she cried out as he squeezed her breast, roughly, pulling it out. She felt someone ripping her garter belt off up behind her, and forcing a finger into her bumhole. She squeaked again, and then the men fell on her. Their hands ripped and pulled, slapped, punched her, always someone keeping her upright, holding by her shoulders, waist or breasts as the others battered her and pulled her woman's genitals rings, tugged at her breasts, then one of them held her naked body up by the waist, and two of them ripped her silk white stockings off her long legs. As she was lowered, she felt the gigantic male reproductive organ of the one holding her up slide into her bumhole.

“Keep the ****’s legs up while I **** her bum!” he grunted. She screamed as the thick male reproductive organ pushed deep into her bowels, the two holding her legs raising them up and high and grabbing her by the breasts to steady her. At that moment, Charlotte heard a long dispairing scream from the other end of the room. Simon, standing bent over, hands on his knees, had just been impaled by one of the men. Straight into his bumhole.

For long hours, Charlotte and Simon endured the bumault of the six Black men. They were ****ed in their bumes, they sucked and licked each other’s bumes clear, and the male reproductive organs of their tormentors, and then they were ****ed again. Simon’s male reproductive organ was cruelly mauled many times… eventually his garter belt and stockings were also ripped off him, and sometimes the pair of them were ordered to huddle in a corner while the Black men grabbed and squeezed and punched at them… All of them took turns to put one or the other over their laps and beat them over their bottoms with the flat of their hands. Carlotte felt her breasts pinched and pulled, she was thrown from one Blackman to another, stumbling over her feet as one threw her and another caught her by the mammary glands or woman's genitals, spun her round, and threw her away again.

By early morning, the two white slaves were buried in a mound of tangled Black bodies, exhausted, on the enormous bed. All Charlotte could see around her, and all she could smell, was sweaty Black male flesh and great times. She struggled to rise, and suddenly saw herself looking at Peter. He had come in noiselessly. He pulled her by the shoulder.

“Come on, get Simon, and try not to disturb my brothers. It’s time for your operations.”

They crept out of the room, their Master holding each by their upper arms.

***

When they returned from their honeymoon, Charlotte and Simon settled in a small suburban district. Their neighbours knew them as quiet, hard-working folk, who because of their moderate habits, were able to save money and buy really nice things. The only strange thing about them was their Black son. Coal Black, he was, with that peculiar lovely fragility in strength that some Black children have, like a blessing from the Lord. Charlotte and Simon did fuss over him, and always managed to find time so that one or the other, sometimes both, were at home with him. They would go away, all three of them, on long weekends and seasonal holidays. Some of the gossips said that the Black man who sometimes visited them with presents was the real father of the baby, and that he helped them as much as he could because he was so grateful that Charlotte had kept his baby, and wanted to make amends.


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crayoncakes

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guys do you want to know why this story is so especially terrifying

do you


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Avatar: 2037 Sun May 10 02:46:48 -0400 2009
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I lick her up afterwards (After her great times session too! Yum!)

is it because your ex boy friend wrote it


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BirdofPrey Posted:

is it because your ex boy friend wrote it

DING DING DING


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OMG WHAT IS PETER’S LAST NAME I KNOW THAT GUY


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I SHOULD POST MORE BUT I DON'T BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL REALLY LAME

oh godw wtwtwfff


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crayoncakes

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“I didn’t know you knew a Black man” she commented. “Fancy inviting him to your wedding!”


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Veer

Avatar: 2059 Thu Nov 13 08:18:14 -0500 2008
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my only complaint is that you people are happy

i read this expecting it to be by briddy and to have a hilarious ending

and then it didn’t come and it was creepy

thank god this was clarified


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kittiejenn

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So damn naughty it wraps back around to nice.

Most frightening story ever.


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“Permafail”

no u

???


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fat

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HI I is bum Ketchup an.. O SHI- I think my fatrolls killed teh pokeymans under me...

Is it wrong to want to re-read this story and enjoy reading it over and over?


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Ash Ketchum Posted:

Is it wrong to want to re-read this story and enjoy reading it over and over?

yes

I mean there’s no pokemon in it


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man now i wanna know why they were slaves Log in to see images!


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Veer

Avatar: 2059 Thu Nov 13 08:18:14 -0500 2008
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my only complaint is that you people are happy

okay i actually didn’t find the story that disturbing all in all

i was thinking it was like a parallel universe thing with white people being slaves instead of black people but that didn’t hold up

so then i pondered how the thing began in the first place

basically it is far more interesting as a question of human society than anything erotic

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Veer Posted:

i was thinking it was like a parallel universe thing with white people being slaves instead of white people

lol what


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my only complaint is that you people are happy

Illegal Multi Posted:

lol what

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kittiejenn

Avatar: 18080 2011-11-01 00:29:42 -0400
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So damn naughty it wraps back around to nice.

She got her chest carved and he lost his balls. But they’re happy. What.

Also.. why does he capitalize every instance of the word “Black”?


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kittiejenn Posted:

Also.. why does he capitalize every instance of the word “Black”?

well gee you wouldn’t want it to be racist Log in to see images!

She got her chest carved

FUNNY STORY ABOUT THAT ACTUALLY


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Avatar: 49759 Sun Oct 26 03:31:30 -0400 2008

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HI I is bum Ketchup an.. O SHI- I think my fatrolls killed teh pokeymans under me...

For some reason. I was more aroused about the guy getting bum raped than anything to do with the girl.


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GAIA RULES!

Veer Posted:

thank god this was clarified

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