Kayla’s cheeks were both adorably flushed as she tightly clutched her bouquet. I stay here until the music… then I go out and we… we get married… I’m gonna be a wifey… getting to stay home all the time… getting fucked whenever Xennie wants my hot slutty body…

Oohhhhh…

The latex approximation of her costume as the Swift Sentinel was long gone, and in its place Kayla was now wearing a wedding dress. Few would find it appropriate for most weddings, but nothing about Kayla’s wedding was conventional. The woman she was marrying was a supervillain who reshaped her reality until Kayla was no longer intelligent enough to read a book on her own.

Her wedding dress was still white at least, but it was also exceptionally translucent and small. The diaphanous, layered skirt was tiny, starting at her waist and only just coming down to end at the curve of her wide ass. Between her legs she wore a thong made up of a clear panel framed by white that did more to emphasize her shape than hide anything away. Lace wrapped around her neck, and two thin strips of fabric connected down to the lacey cups of what looked like little more than a translucent white bra with hearts barely covering Kayla’s areola.

White lace connected what little covered Kayla’s breasts and her skirts, but that did as much to hide her shape as the pair of bands around either of her arms with more lacey frills. White fishnets came up an inch above her knee, and gorgeous white heels—complete with heart shaped padlocks keeping them trapped on her feet—did a good job of making her look like the perfect slutty bride.

Locks of her blonde hair, faintly wavy, fell to either side of Kayla’s face. Her lips were painted green and black, looking so much fuller than they had before. Some of it was the makeup, but some of it was another kiss to modify more of her appearance.

A white veil, complete with a cute tiara shape atop her head, hid away her face behind gauzy white.

Mmmm… do I usually wear so much white…? I feel like… like I used to… kinda… like… soon—no, soon means… future…? Uhh… in the… past…? Kayla curled a finger around one of the locks of hair in front of her face. Her other hand couldn’t release the bouquet—her small, wrist-length glove literally held to the bouquet with a series of small fasteners.

Otherwise, no one trusted Kayla wouldn’t suddenly forget the bouquet was important and the flowers would be ruined.

Mmm I just know I’m wearing it now, and it looks… really pretty on me… She stared down at her chest, and burst into happy giggles. Goooosh my titties are so big they’re… they’re biggies now…!

She fell into a helpless tittering, wiggling her hips in rhythm as her eyes fell low and hooded.

Then music started to play, and she found herself suddenly standing at the end of a long carpet. She didn’t recognize where they were, but she could see so many women she recognized sitting in the chairs. All of them had hazy, mindless eyes, and they were dressed in versions of their costumes made of latex, squeezing tight around curves that were so powerfully emphasized.

Standing at the other end of the carpet was Xenia. She wore a leather jacket over an open, button-up white top and a pair of very tight leather pants. She was grinning, gesturing for Kayla to approach.

Not even bothering to wipe the drool from her lip, or to draw her hand away from her hair, Kayla began stumbling forward. Each unsteady step she took shuddered through her breasts, and her clenching thighs were on full display beneath the tiny, pitiful skirt. Everyone could watch as her pussy squeezed desperately around nothing, and even if her nipples were hidden under the white hearts their stiffness was not.

Ooohh… They’re all looking at me, they’re all… wanting me… they’re all… my friends… and they’re looking at me… so…

Kayla giggled, her eyes crossing as she nearly tumbled down to her knees.

Hungry…!

It took a not insignificant time for Kayla to reach Xenia, but she seemed perfectly contented to wait. Kayla was putting on a show after all, a show that the reality shaper had perfectly constructed. She could watch as the many gathered heroines, all rendered mindless and obedient to her will, drank in the sight of their comrade reduced to little more than a semi-autonomous sex doll.

Do I make them dance for us later, or do I watch them all as one great big orgy, or… do they remember this, or do they forget…? Xenia’s mismatched eyes hooded low. Oh I could do so, so much with this… but I think I’ll try to make some of tonight about me and Kayla. She is my blushing bride.

Or she’d be blushing more if she could keep a train of thought.

Xenia laughed as she waited, shaking her head with a quiet sigh.

I might have kissed away too much of her mind for that.

Oops!

Kayla giggled as she finally stood in front of Xenia, and then beside her. In front of them both stood an older heroine with long blonde hair tied back in a braid much like Kayla’s. Though her costume ordinarily resembled medieval armor, it was now reduced to little more than layers of diaphanous fabric hanging loosely over her body with only the faintest of clothing hiding away her pussy. Her eyes were blank as those of the crowd, and when she spoke her voice was empty and distant.

“W-we are here today because Xenia made us helpless thralls for her wedding to Kayla… the former Swift Sentinel…!” The older heroine shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. “Kayla has no choice, and neither do any of us… we exist to please Xenia, until she lets us go… So… Xenia… do you have your vows…?”

Xenia tapped a fingertip to her lips for several moments. Beside her, Kayla giggled and drooled, rocking on her hips as lust slid slick and sticky down along her thighs.

A moment later, Xenia shook her head.

“We could do that, but I’d rather just have you down on your hands and knees so I can bend Kayla over your back and fuck her even more brainless.” Xenia’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. “You know, to cement something about sickness and health, not that I’ll ever let her get sick. I’m a bitch, but I can rewrite anything so… no point in letting her ever get sick…”

The blonde didn’t hesitate, falling onto her hands and knees.

Kayla giggled.

“Yay…! I’ll never get sick again, and I get to be bent over a hottie…! I…” She blinked, staring down at the kneeling woman with eyes again out of sync. “Do I… like… know her…? Is she like…”

“Dumbass bimbo muttering time is over.” Xenia grasped Kayla’s hair, pulling her around so she was standing facing the gathered crowd. “Fucking you time is now.”

“Yay!”

Kayla squealed as she was pushed down over the knightly blonde. Her skirt didn’t even need to be pushed up for the fullness of her glistening, jiggling ass to present itself entirely to Xenia’ hungry eyes. She waved a hand in front of herself, and a strap-on, long and pulsing with red energy, formed in front of her waist. As she spoke, she reached down and tugged Kayla’s thong just enough to the side to reveal her slick pussy. “Say ‘I do’ each time I fill you up, Kayslut. It’ll make me really happy, and you like when I’m happy…!”

“Liiiike… okay…!” Kayla giggled, wiggling her ass in the air. It jiggled and swayed, the size and shape looking all the more dramatic with surrounded by nothing but transparent white. “So like… ‘I do’ or like… ‘You do’ or like… uhm… should I like… be doing anything—ooohhh!”

Xenia wrapped Kayla’s long braid around her hand, pulling her hair back rough and firm. Her other hand grasped just above Kayla’s ass, squeezing her hip for leverage before she buried the long length of her strap on all the way down to the very hilt. “Just ‘I do, slut!”

Her hips drew back, and thrusted forward again.

Kayla’s voice cracked in a loud scream. “I dooooooo…!”

“Perfect!”

Xenia laughed loud enough that so many of the women watching patiently in the many folding chairs on either side of the aisle winced and shuddered as the sound shook through their bodies. So many eyes were focused entirely on them, unable to look away as Xenia pulled back only to pull Kayla’s braid and push her hips forward with even more raw, unrestrained passion.

“I doooooo!”

Kayla’s eyes crossed, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she whimpered and clenched around the sex toy that felt like it went so deep inside of her that it penetrated her brain. Slickness poured out from both sets of lips as Kayla squeezed everything she had left around the pulsing shaft. The red energy that throbbed along its length wasn’t just for show, and she could feel it vibrating deep inside of her core, stirring up her mind and soaking her with such inescapable, overpowering lust.

“I dooooo-oo-ooo!”

Her obedient chant was broken up with giggles, but Kayla still obeyed Xenia’s command as her breasts struggled to break free of the halter top. So much of her pale flesh was exposed, squeezed tight by the flimsy dress, but there simply wasn’t room for them to fall free. The dress was seemingly just strong enough to keep itself from ripping apart.

“I doooooooooo!”

The speedster’s screams echoed through the wedding hall as she came, her whole body clenching tight as shudders rolled down along her spine. Xenia’s thrusts didn’t slow, and Kayla didn’t let her release stop her from obeying her new wife.

“I dooo!”

Xenia tugged her hair harder, and Kayla screamed louder.

Each thrust echoed wetly through the room. The slap of Kayla’s large cheeks against Xenia’s leather pants and the base of the harness shuddered through all of the gathered guests. Beneath her, the blonde knight stayed strong, her super strength making her the perfect dehumanized furniture to be used to explicitly show off all of Xenia’s power.

“I… I… I… doooo…!”

Kayla’s eyes glowed a deep, crimson red as she howled, her body, mind, and soul all bursting with something so much more deeply fulfilling than any orgasm had ever been before. Xenia didn’t pull back, buried deep inside of Kayla’s pussy as she let her braid fall loosely over a shoulder. Xenia’s hands trailed down along her wife’s back, caressing each subtle and dramatic curve before grasping as much of her bride’s ass as she could. She squeezed, kneading rhythmically as each small touch made the hypersensitive Kayla mewl and giggle.

Red and purple eyes hooded as Xenia looked out through the crowd.

An orgy after that just feels… droll, I think. Overdone. Too obvious… Xenia licked her lips, giving Kayla’s ass a tighter squeeze to savor her pitiful whimpers and then her horny flurry of giggles. And I am wiped from a whole night of this. I could just… undo feeling tired, but… I kiiinda like it, so… no dice.

This has been… satisfying!

Laughing, Xenia slowly pulled Kayla up to stand without removing the sex toy buried deep inside of her. She waved a hand over Kayla’s hand holding the bouquet, and the fasteners disappeared. “Now, like I told you… throooow the flowers, my slutty bimbo bride!”

“Throoooow the floooowers!” Kayla giggled, her eyes crossing as she nodded. “Aye aye, wifey…!”

Both of them, laughed together as the flowers sailed through the air, falling on the lap of a blushing girl with long sapphire-blue hair. Her body was nearly as curvy as Kayla’s, squeezed tight in slick, shining black latex that made her look more revealed than being naked. Her nipples, the shape of her slit, so many things were all fully emphasized.

Xenia sighed.

The next time I don’t know who to do, and I need a project… maybe someone to keep the wifey company… then I’ll go after her. The villain sneered, her black and green lips curling into such a vicious smirk. Isn’t that what the flowers are for? They predict who is going to be paired off next… but a pair is so small when she could become another of my thralls and keep me happy all the time. I am the most important woman in the world, so why not?

Kayla moaned, still squeezing around the toy buried deep between her legs. Her mouth twisted uselessly, forming shapes that wouldn’t be words even if she somehow found the strength to speak.

All of the gathered heroines had no choice but to look at the humiliated and broken Swift Sentinel who was no longer aware of why she could possibly be embarrassed by her wife.

Being used was the cornerstone of their marriage.

Letting everyone see what an obedient, helpless sex toy she was felt like the perfect way to show her wife just how much she lusted after her and would continue to do so for a long time. Her thoughts were hardly coherent enough to be consciously aware of an idea so complex, mostly little more than yearnings of more and enjoying the pleasure, but that didn’t matter.

Xenia was doing all of the important thinking and decision making for both of them anyway.

“Thank you, all of you for coming, but… I think I’m bored of this whole thing now!” Xenia laughed, her eyes hooding low as she squeezed her wife’s heavy breasts. “So I’m going to blink, and you’ll all be where you were, like no time passed… without even remembering you were here unless I want you to later! Take care everyone… oh, and don’t forget, The Reshaper is a totally sexy, bitchin’, unstoppable supervillain! Bye!”

With a wave of her hand, the enthralled superheroines—besides the former Swift Sentinel—all vanished in a flash of light. The wedding hall changed shape, again becoming their living room complete with a spoon emerging from a pint of still cold Chocolate ice cream.

Xenia carefully lifted her wife up off of the floor, squeezing at her ass as she made her way to sit on the couch, and gestured to the ice cream with a low purr. “Feed me as you bounce on my lap for a while? I think I want to watch some television while you squeeze around my strap on for a while and just kinda passively… fuck your own brains out. You think this is a great idea.”

“I think this is a great idea!” Kayla repeated the words in an enthusiastic tone, before she started to giggle again, and lifted up the ice cream.

Xenia purred as she wrapped her lips around the spoon.

This tastes so much better now than it did before…

Kayla spent the rest of the night bouncing on Xenia’s strap, barely aware of the world around her. She’d never been so happy before, or so mindless.

Both women would live happily ever after in a world shaped by Xenia’s smallest whims.