Chapter Four

One Year Later

The thunderous ovation was deafening on stage as the 60,000-strong Mexico City crowd applauded the closing instrumental of Dark Obsession’s latest number-one single, ‘Hellfire Harlot.’ “Thank you, Mexico City!” Raven exclaimed in her hoarse, sultry voice to her male-dominated fan base.

Dark Obsession first exploded onto the national scene when a performance of their song ‘Bleeding Lust’ went viral on social media. The slutty antics of their main singer brought both praise and condemnation. The band was able to capitalize on their polarizing style and market Raven as the ultimate anti-establishment hero. They all saw a young woman who didn’t care what everyone thought of her and wouldn’t change no matter how famous she got. Little did they know she only played the part due to a magically unbreakable contract.

It was the band’s live performances that truly thrusted them into worldwide stardom, and they were performing their final show of a jam-packed nine-month world tour. They had shown up at 12 music festivals, including the Corona Capital in Mexico, along with 240 headline shows in the last 270 days.

Raven stood in the middle of the stage wearing her trademark sparkling black and pink 6” platform stiletto boots and ripped fishnet stockings adorning her smooth, sexy legs. Her bright pink hair was tied in playful tall pigtails, and a black studded collar wrapped around her neck with the band’s logo emblazoned across the front. Raven was dressed in a short black gothic corseted minidress with a semi-transparent black and pink trimmed tutu skirt. The dress was incredibly short, and anyone standing in the front row would notice the gothic lead singer’s lack of panties.

“We got just one more song for you before we say ‘adios’.” She declared to the crowd before the audience went wild as Lucian started the introductory riff to their most famous anthem, ‘Carnal Cravings’.

The pink-haired Raven stood at the edge of the stage and ripped open the top part of her dress, just above the corset, revealing her new, plastic F-cup breasts to the world. Her nipples were covered by the pasties stuck on her breasts in the shape of the Mexican flag, prompting a fresh roar from the male audience. Raven still felt humiliated at exposing the shape of her new tits, despite doing so every night since she had fully healed from the surgery. It was part of her new choreography, and her contract ensured she followed it perfectly.

There were no signs of internal conflict on stage, and Raven enthusiastically recited the lewd lyrics to the fans’ delight. As their encore performance ended, all four band members interlocked arms and bowed to the frenzied capacity crowd. Wolf grinned, taking the opportunity to squeeze Raven’s bare ass and take in this moment; this was everything he ever dreamed of.

❖

The band filtered through backstage, with Lucian and Victor high-fiving each other in congratulations. They were met by Lucy Gomes, Dark Obsession’s tour manager, the young twenty-year-old daughter of the band’s manager, and Raven’s tormentor, Joe Gomes.

“Great performance, guys,” Lucy compliments her band before looking Raven up and down judgmentally. “I swear, you look more and more like a whore out there every time you play.” She taunts the pink-haired singer. Raven rolled her eyes. She had heard the same comments a hundred times, and truthfully, the brunette tour manager wasn’t wrong. Despite currently being the top-selling metal band in the world, Raven’s on-stage antics had seen them banned from visiting 14 conservative countries.

Raven reached over to grab a jacket when Lucy stopped her. “Not yet, Sparkles. Our two competition winners are waiting to meet you.” She chuckled.

The lead singer groaned, her body involuntarily shuddering at the thought of her encounters with previous competition winners. “Come on, do I have to? I could really do with a rest.” Raven pleaded with her tour manager.

The brunette shook her head, “I believe your contract clearly states that you must fulfill all band promotional obligations, including awarding any prizes to competition winners.” Lucy remarked smugly. “I think the contract is in a briefcase in your trailer if you want to take a look.”

Raven gritted her teeth. “No, I know what it says.” She furiously snapped back. When Wolf relinquished his control over her a year ago, Raven had hope that her nightmare had ended. However, all of his previous commands had stuck, including the rule that she must obey everything written in Mr Gomes’ contract she was forced to sign. She soon discovered how extensive the twenty-page document was, and she couldn’t will herself to break any of Joe’s clauses. “So, where are they?”

Lucy smirked. She enjoyed putting the gothic tramp in her place at every opportunity. Raven had always been a thorn in Lucy’s father’s side, and she hated the disrespect to her dad’s name despite everything he did to support the community. She was at college when her father told her all about the contract, and when the band started to take off, she begged Mr Gomes for a role in the band’s management team. Lucy immediately dropped out of college and took the reigns as Dark Obsession’s tour manager despite having no prior experience. “VIP room 2. Santiago Garcia and Diego Ramirez.” The tour leader announced. “They won a sixty-minute experience, so make sure they enjoy every moment. Have fun.” Lucy remarked condescendingly, waving to the busty goth as she reluctantly tottered over to the VIP section of the festival.

Raven politely smiled at the roadies and technicians leering at her barely dressed body as she strutted by. She was in public, which meant she was representing her band and needed to portray them in the best possible light—at least, that’s what her contract demanded.

The F-cup beauty gently knocked on the door of VIP Room 2 and let herself in. She immediately saw the gormless, wide-eyed grins of two young Mexican men who couldn’t avert their stares away from her large, round chest.

Raven stepped inside the room, with both men sitting on a large black leather sofa. “Hi, guys. I’m Raven from Dark Obsession, but I guess you already know that.” She giggled flirtatiously; they had won a prize, and she needed to be as accommodating as possible. “Do you speak English?” She asked, stepping over to the mini bar and pouring two glasses of champagne.

Both men nodded wordlessly as if in awe at the vision before them. Raven turned back around and handed both men a filled flute, bending at the waist and giving both men a good view of her surgically enhanced tits. “Look at those tits, Diego!” One of the men finally spoke, although he didn’t address the half-naked rock star in the room.

“I know, man, they are perfect.” The other fan responded, “They are perfect. I voted for M-cup titties, but the community has good taste, ese.” Raven shuddered at his comment. Six months ago, the band launched a fan-led vote; whenever a follower bought any band merchandise, they would receive one vote to decide on the size of Raven’s new breasts. Some of the suggestions were so damn obscene Raven actually felt a strange sense of relief when the F-cup selection proved to be the ultimate winner.

Raven grabbed both men by the hand, and they allowed her to lead them to two chairs facing each other in the center of the large room. Standing between them, she bent over, giving the shorter Diego a full view of her pantie-less ass and pussy. At the same time, she placed Santiago’s hands on both pasties covering her nipples and allowed him to slowly peel them off, showing off her spherical melons in all their glory.

Raven’s eyes shot open in surprise when Diego saw his opportunity and pushed his tongue against her smooth, bare pussy, her ass entirely in his face. The pink-haired singer shot up and turned around, placing a finger to his lips. “Looks like we have a naughty boy here.” Internally, Raven cringed at sensual flirtation in her voice, but she had seen this script before. “My lips are feeling lonely.” Her plump, glossy pink lips press against his, her tongue slipping lustfully inside the fan’s mouth.

A high-pitched yelp from her mouth interrupted the kiss as Santiago landed a firm spank on the singer’s bare ass. "¡No puedo esperar para coger a esta puta!" She heard him say aggressively. Raven couldn’t understand Spanish, but she had a good idea where this was heading.

Before long, the pink-haired, busty rockstar found herself entirely naked, except for her spiked collar, fishnet stockings, and platform heels, and bent over a small table. One cock had already started using her luscious mouth, and she heard the other fan unzip before Santiago slid inside her wet pussy. Despite being grossed out by her actions, Raven couldn’t prevent her body from warming up, and she couldn’t deny the responsive sensations she felt in this state.

Raven groaned lustfully on Diego’s mouth, with the eager fan taking both of her pigtails and directing her to swallow his entire member. Santiago’s hands roamed all over her naked body, and he squeezed her tender nipples, all while speeding up his rhythm.

The two friends took a moment to clink champagne glasses while they fucked the rockstar, remnants of the sparkling wine landing on her bare back. Diego groaned and thrusted his stiff cock deep down her mouth as he started to orgasm. Raven had tasted so much cum over the last few months she didn’t even find the taste repulsive anymore, and she willingly swallowed his load.

Santiago soon followed, but instead of dumping his load inside her inviting pussy, the Mexican slid out of her body and started to masturbate until his load started exploding all over her back and ass. Raven was close to her own orgasm, though a clause in her contract forbade her from having an orgasm unless she was being fucked by one particular man, and she was left frustratingly on edge.

“Wow, that was the best prize ever,” Diego remarked, slipping his cock back inside his pants. “But we still have 40 minutes with her? What shall we do?”

His friend was busy zipping himself back, admiring the mess he made on the rock star’s back. “Ohh, I’m sure we can think of something,” he grinned.

❖

“Mmrppph mphhhhh!” Raven was sitting on the large sofa and squealed in desperation, but the huge black ball wedged inside her mouth prevented her from pleading coherently. The two boys ignored her muffled moans, sitting on the couch either side of her; both fans were too engrossed in the video game they were playing to take much notice.

The singer fought against the rope, keeping her tightly bound. An exquisite red rope harness wrapped around her body and carefully encircled her massive breasts, making them appear even larger. Her arms were crossed behind her back and pressed up against her spine. Raven’s legs were tightly trussed together and tied to the middle leg of the sofa, making it difficult to move. A vibrating magic wand was securely fastened between her legs, bringing the poor goth to the constant edge of orgasm.

The two boys continued to play their soccer game, talking to each other as though the busty bound beauty wasn’t even there. They only briefly acknowledged her every time they felt like groping her huge rope-bound breasts.

Eventually, Santiago’s watch vibrated, taking his focus away from the game. “Ughh, times up.” He sorrowfully said to his companion. He finally turned his head to the naked, bound, and gagged rockstar. “Thanks for a great time. You really are as good as they say.” Both men stand. Raven feels Diego ruffle her bright pink hair as if she were some puppy, and they both head for the door.

“Mphhh!” She moans out at them; they can’t leave her like this. Her pleas were ignored, and the Mexican men left the room.

45 minutes had passed when the door finally opened again. Raven had tears in her eyes from being on the edge of orgasm for so long, unable to even make a dent in loosening her binds. She looked up passively at the brunette woman in front of her with her arms folded.

“My my. It looks like you’ve had fun.” Lucy mocked the lead singer, taking her time before switching the vibrator off. “We’ve been waiting for you. We can’t leave without our star, and I know Daddy is just dying to see you tomorrow.”

Raven rolled her eyes, and the tour manager started untying the buxom goth. The crazy tour was over, but Raven had a feeling things wouldn’t be getting any better back home.

❖

The flight back home was only four and a half hours long, and Raven was treated to some rare alone time. While traveling on their private jet over the last few months, the pink-haired goth had often been given various tasks to complete, such as entertaining a VIP investor or conducting a sexually explicit interview with a top-shelf men’s magazine.

She was even allowed to dress in casualwear on the flight home, a luxury the goth scarcely had the opportunity to take advantage of. However, her comfort was short-lived as they neared their destination. “Get out of those slacks and put this on,” the young tour manager commanded, throwing the garments on the table in front of Raven’s reclined seat. “You want to make a good impression on your hometown fans, don’t you?” She smirked. Raven rolled her eyes, staring coldly at the bitch standing before her, picked up the clothes, and stormed off towards one of the bedrooms at the rear of the plane.

They landed in a small regional airport just outside of town, and the vociferous cheers of adoring fans could be heard as soon as the plane door opened. Raven was used to wearing ridiculously inappropriate outfits in public, but something about being seen in these outfits just a few miles from where she grew up added to her abject humiliation.

The cheers drowned out the clacking of her 6” patent black Mary Jane stiletto shoes on the concrete. Long, white knee-length socks covered most of her legs, although the pleated tartan skirt was far too short to cover her thighs. A semi-transparent white blouse tied off over her breasts, leaving her entire midriff and the underside of her enhanced breasts exposed. A short tartan tie emblazoned with the band’s logo dropped between her breasts. A tartan headband kept her neon pink hair pulled back, giving her a youthful yet slutty, appearance. This outfit actually included panties this time around, although the slinky tartan g-string barely maintained her modesty.

The band was separated from the hordes of fans screaming Raven’s name and shuffled into a limousine, which took them back to Sunny Springs.

Staring out the window, the busty goth was reminded of her childhood, driving past the house she grew up in and the high school she graduated from just a few years ago. Strangely, the limo also passed Wolf’s house. “Uhmm, where are we going?” Raven piped up.

“We’re going to see the boss,” Wolf spoke smugly, and Raven lowered her head in dismay. Joe Gomes was the last person she wanted to meet. “His new business opened up a month ago, and he said he’s looking forward to showing you around.”

Raven swallowed hard; she knew precisely what establishment the band leader was discussing. Traveling through Main Street, they stopped outside a building littered with trashy neon lights and adorning the silhouette logo of a naked woman with her leg wrapped around a pole. The freshly famous singer recognized this building very well; she had protested outside it enough times.

The limousine stopped directly outside the main entrance, and the band was ushered down the red carpet into the club. The stench of cheap perfume and sweat immediately hit the goth’s nostrils, and the pink-haired singer kept her eyes down, embarrassed to be anywhere near a place she had worked so hard to keep closed.

They were led over to a VIP section of the main floor, and a familiar figure stood there to welcome them, a figure that made Raven’s heart sink. Despite her internal struggle, the pink-haired woman’s back straightened at the mere sight of Joe Gomes, and her full lips contorted into a plastic smile. Section 4 of the magically binding contract was dedicated to clauses dictating how Raven should act around the despicable man.

The lead singer tottered towards the Latino businessman and smacked a massive kiss on his lips, eliciting some cheers from her entourage. “Hiya Daddy, did ya miss me?” Her voice was sickeningly sweet and betrayed her usual tone. Mr Gomes looked deeply into her eyes, grinning as though he noticed the internal struggle taking place inside her.

He grabbed her tie and led her to the VIP seating area, taking a seat himself before sliding her down on his lap. The rest of the band shuffled either side of their boss while the rest of the group left them to attend to their own business.

The band, led by Wolf, informed Mr Gomes how the short world tour had panned out. He went into great detail explaining Raven’s exploits and why they were banned from visiting so many countries. The devious businessman barely acknowledged the goth girl’s existence other than to grope her impressive tits under the thin blouse occasionally.

Raven had dazed out of the conversation and let her mind wander. As the group continued to speak, the busty singer noticed something peculiar; the main stage area was filling up. “Uhmm, isn’t it like three in the afternoon?” She commented. “Why are you getting so busy?”

Mr Gomes smiled widely when he heard the question, turning his head towards the woman keeping his lap warm. “Well, my princess.” He hated the slimy pitch in his voice. “I’ve advertised a performance from a very special guest this afternoon.” He said, winking at her.

It took Raven an embarrassingly long time to put the pieces together, but when she did, her eyes widened. “Ugh, no. No way. Absolutely not!” She shook her pink-haired head wildly, but the grin never left the man’s lips.

❖

The dimly lit stage of the strip club was filled with the fog of anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaited the arrival of their promised performer. The sound of Dark Obsession’s music reverberated through the large dark room, filling it with a seductive energy. Suddenly, the stage lights came on, casting a pink hue on a solitary pole in the center. And there she was, the infamous pink-haired goth dressed in a slutty schoolgirl uniform, provoking a gasp from the capacity audience.

As she took to the stage, her 6-inch platform Mary Jane stilettos clicked against the polished floor, drawing all eyes to the petite yet curvaceous figure before them. Her pink hair was teased and tousled, framing her delicate features and giving her an edgy, rebellious look.

As the music reached a crescendo, the goth goddess made her way to the stripper pole, her hips swaying seductively to the beat. She ran her delicate hands down her body, starting at her neck and slowly tracing the curves of her body. With a mischievous smile, she grabbed the hem of her white blouse and slowly began to untie it, revealing more of her luscious breasts with each movement. Raven felt as though she was as much a spectator as the audience, unable to take control of her sultry body.

The capacity crowd roared as her blouse fell to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her tiny skirt, socks, and heels. Her skin seemed to glow under the dim lights, enticing the onlookers with its flawless beauty. The contract kept her in character despite her numerous attempts to keep the blouse on her body.

With a graceful spin, she stepped out of her skirt, revealing her bare, toned legs and the barely-there tartan thong that covered her intimates. Her hands danced over her body, trailing down her neck and slowly reaching for her socks. With a seductive tug, she pulled them up, giving the crowd a nice view of her ass.

The audience grew more frenzied as she moved to the stripper pole, her body flowing effortlessly as she twirled and twisted around it. With each sinuous movement, her mammoth breasts bounced and swayed, begging to be touched and tasted. Despite having never touched a stripper pole before, the goth moved around it as though she had been dancing her entire life.

And finally, in a moment of horror, she removed the only remaining piece of clothing - her g-string. With a tantalizing sway of her hips, she slid them off, leaving her completely naked save for the lingering remnants of her schoolgirl outfit - the plaid tie hanging between her fake breasts, the tartan headband adorning her pink locks, and the platform heels giving her legs such a sensual appearance.

As she struck a final pose, her body glistening with sweat and her chest eliciting a lustful desire from her admirers, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. The gothic rockstar bowed to her frantic fans before tossing her g-string into the crowd, almost causing a fight near the stage. Raven collected the rest of her garments and tottered off the platform.

❖

After the performance, Raven resumed sitting on her controlling band manager’s lap, still void of any clothing. The Latino businessman absently tweaked her pert nipples, prompting her wet bare pussy to react.

“So, I’ve got some great news.” Mr Gomes declared to the band. Everyone except Raven was excited to hear what he had to say; great news never usually ended well for the pink-haired goth these days. “Wolf has been nominated at the Grammy’s for Best Rock Song for writing ‘Hellfire Harlot’, and you’ve all been nominated for your performance of ‘Carnal Cravings’.”

The three male members of the band cheered and high-fived one another. Victor poured the group more champagne, and they clinked their flutes to celebrate their success. “That’s not all,” the band manager interrupted. “Our rock princess here has been nominated for an AVN award for her leaked sex tape in Bucharest.” The band all cheered again, this time directing the unwelcome applause at the naked woman sitting on Gomes’ lap. Joe used his hand to turn her face in his direction and gave her a long, sloppy kiss.

After another hour of celebrating their rise to fame and reminiscing on the crazy last 12 months, the band finally decided to call it a night. They were excited to meet up with their own friends and families after a year out of the country.

Left alone, Gomes moved his free hand between the singer’s bare legs. She holds her breath, feeling the lustful sensations return as he idly plays with her sensitive clit. Raven hadn’t had an orgasm in almost a year, and she was quickly reminded of that fact the moment her boss started playing with her.

“So, are you looking forward to our big day?” The man whispered in Raven’s ear. She closed her eyes. The pink-haired lead singer had tried to forget about her planned wedding day next week and cringed inside every time someone brought it up.

“We don’t have to do this. You can still rip up the contract and let me go.” She muttered back. She was surprised she was actually able to speak her mind, but as there were no longer people around them, she didn’t have to abide by the commands in section 4 of the contract.

Mr Gomes chuckles, gently squeezing one nipple while absently massaging her crotch. “Ohh, why would I do that, little princess?” He teased her. “Allow you to return to a career of making my life difficult? No, you are much more productive like this.” He continues to whisper while playing with her body. “And look at everything I’ve done for you. Everyone in the world now knows your name, and your bandmates are making a lot of money.” Raven moaned out lustfully, unable to focus on a snappy retort while the repulsive businessman continued to play with her. “You are the biggest stars in the world, thanks to that little contract.”

Suddenly, he stopped playing with her, leaving the goth again on edge, much to her own frustration. “And when we’re married, I’ll make sure you get the orgasm you long for.” He laughed, patting her bare knee, leaving Raven desperate for release.

❖

One Week Later

Raven stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror as the stylists made their final adjustments. A year ago, she and Lucian would have made fun of the radiant pink princess looking back at her, but a lot had changed since then.

The lead singer had almost forgotten what she looked like with her old raven black hair, and her neon pink locks looked more radiant than ever, framing her heavily made-up face.

Despite the glossy pink lipstick decorating her oversized lips, the beauticians had attempted to portray that ‘rock’ vibe. Pale foundation hid the tan she picked up on tour, and dark eyeliner, along with thick fake eyelashes, highlighted her beautiful blue eyes. A black lacy choker wrapped around her neck, and Christian cross earrings hung loosely from her ears. Gomes had told her that the style fit her perfectly, a cross between a goth and a bimbo—or a gimbo, as he liked to call it.

Everything about the white dress elegantly wrapped around her body felt tight and confining. Made of a glossy PVC material, the dress showed ample cleavage of her enormous breasts and cinched in at her waist. The long rubber dress tightly covered her entire frame, wrapping over her plump ass and wrapped around her legs all the way to her ankles. The dress was unrelenting and had a hobbling effect, ensuring she was unable to take more than tiny mincing steps. Glossy white 6” stiletto heels with no platform were encased around her feet, forcing the goth to stand on her tiptoes.

The door opened, and Raven’s helpers scuttled out of the room. Staring in the mirror, the pink-haired bride saw her band leader, Wolf, approach her. “What do you want?” She snapped at him. As much as she despised Gomes, it was Wolf who had put her in this position in the first place.

The guitarist whistled, looking sharp himself in a navy blue suit, a far cry from the black band t-shirts and torn jeans he would usually be seen wearing. “You clean up well, Raven.” He commented, dropping a small bag on the table beside the mirror. “It almost makes me sad that I let you go, but then I remember how my life has turned out.” He stood directly before her, adjusting the veil behind her head.

“What do you want,” she asked again with gritted teeth. She knew he had some ulterior motive and didn’t want to play along with the band leader’s games.

The spiky-haired man chuckled and reached for an item inside the bag on the table. “I’m here to complete your outfit. Now, bend over.” He commanded, showing her a large silver buttplug with a pink-tipped jewel.

Raven parted her lips to argue back, but her body immediately bent forward at the hips, her ass rising in the air as the thick PVC material wrapped around her body attempted to stretch. Wolf stroked her displayed rear before pulling on a concealed zip just below the waist.

Raven gasped as soon as the cool air-conditioned air hit her exposed ass and breathed in sharply at the ice-cool sensation of Wolf’s fingers entering her butthole. “Aghh,” she groaned out, feeling the cool metal plug push deeper inside her until her ass swallowed the rest.

Her evil band leader wasn’t finished. He slipped his hands between her legs and slipped an egg-shaped plastic device inside her pussy, the tightness of the dress ensuring it wouldn’t escape. He then rezipped the dress and adjusted her upright.

Raven felt the large phallic plug pressing against the walls of her anus with each tiny movement. “We’re almost done,” the man said behind her. “Open up.” Before she could contemplate his intentions, she felt a plastic ring slip inside her lips and wedge between her teeth, forcing her to widen her mouth. “Aghh!” she groaned out in anger. Wolf fastened the straps under her beautifully prepared hair and clipped a tiny padlock to ensure she couldn’t pull it open with her own hands.

The suited man walked back around to appraise his work, admiring the pretty goth bimbo with her mouth forced open invitingly. “Hello magazine has arrived to cover your big day. I heard they paid a six-figure sum for the privilege.” He looked down at her overflowing cleavage admiringly. “And Hustler magazine has apparently bought the rights to cover your honeymoon. I can’t wait for those photos.” Wolf lewdly licked his lips before taking the final piece from his bag and clipping a black leash to her choker.

“It’s a shame your family still disown you.” Wolf tugs on the leash, giving Raven no choice but to take tiny steps and follow him towards the door. “They always were an uptight bunch.” He laughed. “Anyway, your future husband asked me to walk you down the aisle.” The pink-haired bride garbled her displeasure, but her words were incoherent. Wolf chuckled, “I know I gave up your control a year ago, but this is quite symbolic, don’t you think? Like I’m passing the torch.”

Raven bit against the large ring in her mouth, but the plastic had no give. “There’s a nice crowd out there waiting for you. It’s best not to keep your new husband waiting.” The man declared, covering the bride’s wedding veil over her gagged face, opening the door, and tugging her leash again. Raven gasped when she heard an organ ‘Here comes the bride’, and her band started leading her down the aisle on a leash like some pet.

❖

Wolf carefully leads the PVC-clad gothic bride down the aisle of the packed church. There were several gasped murmurs from guests discussing her bold choice of wedding dress. However, if they had paid attention to her outfits over the past year, this dress wouldn’t surprise them at all.

Raven’s feet were already killing her, and the restraining hem of the dress forced her to take tiny mincing steps, drawing out the walk as long as possible. She had not been gagged in public since the evening that changed everything. The pink-haired rockstar heard the unmistakable click of cameras, humiliatingly reminding her that this day would be viewed worldwide.

She was directed down to the grand altar where her smug, suited future husband awaited her. The priest smiled as he watched the latex-covered goth stand next to the most powerful man in Sunny Springs. The dark-haired band leader appeared reluctant to hand the leash to Mr Gomes but eventually relented and allowed the businessman to take hold of the leather. Wolf stepped back into the front row, and the priest began the service.

Joe Gomes lifted the veil and grinned when he saw his gagged bride looking him in the eyes. There were clear, audible gasps from the guests when they witnessed Raven in her full wedding outfit. The priest recited some ironic verses from the bible and led the crowd in song until he arrived at the vows.

“Joe Rodrigo Gomes,” the priest started. “Do you accept Alice Mary Bishop as your bride, to dominate and control her in every aspect of her life from this day forward? Will you promise to lead her, guide her, and be her rightful support without hesitation or reservation?”

Raven shuddered, not just at the mention of her legal name, which she always hated, but also at the wording of the vows. Were these taken from the 1950s? “I do,” she heard the man next to her speak.

“Will you commit to providing discipline and structure to Alice, helping her grow and evolve as your obedient bride, always placing your needs and desires above her own?” Raven groaned through her wide-open gag, prompting a broad grin from the Latino businessman. “I do,” he repeats.

“Alice Mary Bishop,” the white-cloaked man turned to Raven. “Do you vow to serve and obey your new Master and husband, Joe Rodrigo Gomes, with all your heart, mind, and soul?”

Surely they should ungag her for this part, Raven thought. How could they officiate a wedding when the bride was unable to speak? Raven’s pink-haired head simply nodded, and the priest appeared happy to accept that response.

“Do you vow to submit to his guidance and authority, seeking his counsel and guidance in all aspects of your life?” Raven vociferously protested with her gagged mouth, but her head nodded in unison with her pleas, and the priest accepted her nod as affirmation.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” the guests erupted in applause at the man’s declaration, and Joe wasted no opportunity to take his new bride and bend her backward, pressing her lips against her forced-open mouth, slipping his tongue inside her, wrestling with her own tongue.

“Let’s get you out of here, Mrs Gomes. I know you can’t wait for the honeymoon I have planned.” He whispered in her ear. Raven’s eyes widened before her new husband lifted her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and walked her out of the church, her shapely ass in the air for everyone to admire. Joe Gomes carried his bride in the direction of the waiting Bentley outside and towards their brand-new life.

The End.