TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

Copyright c JUNE 19, 1999 By C.D.E.  ALL Rights Reserved

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Fictional.  There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To 
Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons.

Story Content:(M+/F, MM, MF, Inter, FemDom, Impreg)

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC, 
AND/OR DO NOT LIKE READING A FICTIONAL STORY OF THE 
DOMINANT/CUNNING SLUT WIFE GENRE, WHERE GULLIBLE MEN ARE 
TRICKED/FOOLED/USED, PSYCHOLOGICALLY MANIPULATED, 
OCASSIONALLY FLAGELLATED, SEXUALLY DOMINATED BY THEIR 
BEAUTIFUL SLUT WIVES AND OCASSIONALLY BY THEIR WIVES' MALE 
LOVERS.

TO BE READ BY ADULTS AT LEAST 21 YEARS OF AGE

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF THANKS:  This story was inspired by ideas from many 
readers, who over the last year have sent me numerous ideas upon which 
I based this story.  THANK YOU ALL!


STORY: A Wedding Story
Author:  C.D.E.


CAST:
Cecil Morton- Fiance/Husband
Cheryl Jones-Fiancee/Wife


CHAPTER 1:  A FAMILY PROBLEM

	"Cecil are you really sure you're ready for the 
responsibility of marriage?  Even though you and Cheryl 
have been dating since junior high, do you think she's the 
right girl for you?"
	"Mom we've been through this before.  I know you don't 
really care that much for Cheryl's family.  You can't blame 
her for the things her two sisters have been rumored to 
have done."
	"It's in the family blood son.  That's what bothers 
me.  I just don't want to see you hurt.  I know you say 
she's a virgin, which is commendable and I pretty much know 
you are, except for being with your hands."
	"Mother!  Please don't say that!"
	"You know it's true.  Over the years I've loss track 
of the times I've seen you come in from dates with her and 
beat yourself off.  However, I did notice that after y'all 
went to college, you didn't do it as much.  Does she pull 
your little peter now or suck you off?"
	"Mom!  Please!"
	"You don't have to admit to it, I suspect she jerks 
you off, she probably wouldn't get excited blowing such a 
small prick."
	"Mother!  S-she says size is not i-important.  It's 
love that count."  His mom knew she had hit on a nerve and 
decided to use it to her advantage.
"Son, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but 
her two sisters started off just as sweet as Cheryl, but 
what's in their slut blood just had to come out.  They 
couldn't help themselves.  They're nymphs.  It's in their 
blood.  They couldn't be faithful to one man, especially 
ones that weren't equipped to handle their needs.  And 
baby, it's obvious with your small equipment, you won't be 
able to satisfy her needs.  Sure you can help thing out 
with your mouth, but after a while, she'll need more cock, 
and I'm afraid a bigger cock, or cocks."
	"Mother!  Y-You've been trying to break us up for 
years.  B-But this is the lowest you've sunk.  I-I just 
can't believe y-you'd stoop so low."
	"Son, my only concern is her breaking your heart 
because she can't help herself."

CHAPTER 2: CECIL AND CHERYL HAVE A CONVERSATION

	"You shouldn't think too badly of your mom, after all 
other people talk about my sisters too.  I know they have 
problems, a-and mom and them warned me that I could succumb 
to unfaithfulness too once I become really turned on 
sexually.  I don't want to believe them.  I feel I could 
never be unfaithful to you Cecil.  I love so much about 
you.  You're kind, considerate, and most of all, we're also 
best friends as well as lovers.  Well, maybe not lovers 
like you'd want us to be, but I respect you even more for 
putting up with me for not wanting to give you some before 
our wedding night."
	"You've convinced me I should wait."  Cecil Lamented.
	"My mom really likes you too, but she thinks you're 
not man enough to keep me satisfied later on.  I never told 
you this before, but she said I should get your promise 
that if I need other men to satisfy me, you'll go along 
with it.  I know that seems gross and I could never cheat 
on you Cecil darling.  I love you too much."
	The two lovers kissed and promised their undying love 
to each other. They later went on to their routine of 
petting which ended in Cheryl letting Cecil tongue her 
clit.  And as always reminding him to be careful not to 
penetrate her with his tongue and risk deflowering her.  He 
always tried to be careful. After always getting her off 
first, she in the after glow of his mouth action, would 
passionately kiss him as she slowly jerked him off.

CHAPTER 3: THE JOB OFFER

	Cecil was desirous of marrying his childhood 
sweetheart as soon as possible.  Now that he'd graduated 
from the state university, which they both attended, he 
sought to get employment as soon as possible.  His search 
revealed what looked like a very promising prospect, even 
though he'd more than likely have to relocate from his 
hometown.
	The job was for an accountant in a small town on one 
of the Islands, off the coast of Carolina.  The position 
was on the staff of the city government.  The salary range 
was more than acceptable to Cecil and required an in person 
interview.  The slightly strange provision was that if the 
applicant was married or about to be married, the 
applicant, if male, was also required to bring his wife or 
fianc‚e along.  Additionally, both Cecil and Cheryl were 
required to fill out a questionnaire about their 
backgrounds, hobbies, interest and goals in life and so 
forth.
	Cecil submitted all the required information and was  
surprised at how quick he got a response.  The travel 
arrangements were set up.
	It was just as easy for Cecil to drive to Freeville 
since the place where he had to get on the ferry was only 
about a four hour drive from his hometown.
	Cecil was excited about the potential job offer 
because it would give him the opportunity to get away from 
his family and the rumor mill about Cheryl's family.

CHAPTER 4: WELCOME TO FREEVILLE

	It was a scenic ride even though Cecil was amazed at 
how isolated it was just to get to the ferry to be 
transported to the offshore town.  It was a half hour ferry 
crossing.  However the scenery was quite beautiful.
	When Cecil and Cheryl finally arrived at the place for 
the interview, it didn't dawn on them that they hadn't seen 
but a handful of whites.  Most of the people they came in 
contact with were black.

CHAPTER 5: THE INTERVIEW

	Cecil was impressed that the mayor, Victor Howard, did 
the interview along with a Mrs. Jenkins, who was white.  
She was the head of the city hall administration division. 
She would be Cecil's boss if he got the job.
	He was also surprised that his Cheryl also had to 
attend with him, but he didn't mind.
	The interview went well and he felt good that he was 
able to impress the Mayor and Mrs. Jenkins in front of his 
prospective wife.  He was totally surprised at the starting 
salary and benefits that went with the job.  He didn't want 
to seem to anxious to accept but he knew he would be making 
$10,000 more than the going rate for his other classmates.  
Plus the offer included a housing allotment for a year.  He 
would therefore have no apartment rent for a year.
	Cecil also found out that the town was composed mostly 
of blacks because at onetime it was a plantation and the 
owner gave the island to free blacks after the Civil War.  
They established a township.
	"Our city still remains over 95% black.  We are in the 
process of bringing more white families in to qualify for 
more Federal funds for our schools and city government as 
well to provide a more diverse population to our city.  
It's one of their stipulations.  It's also why we can offer 
such a top salary for a new out of school accountant."  The 
mayor revealed to the young couple.
	"Mrs. Jenkins here relocated some five years ago and 
has found it a wonderful place to live and raise a family.  
Haven't you Dorothy?"
	"Indeed Mr. Mayor.  As y'all can see I'm expecting - 
four months along.  It'll be our third child, for Norman 
and me."  Mrs. Jenkins revealed.
	"Cecil your qualifications are fine and Mrs. Jenkins 
and I agreed the job is yours. I see that Cheryl is not 
wearing a ring yet, but you have set the date?"  The Mayor
Said.
	Cecil went on to explain how his finances were such 
that he couldn't afford one yet and that he would more than 
likely he would just be buying a simple set of plain 
wedding bands and go for a court house wedding.  He 
politely lied by explaining that Cheryl's families wasn't 
excited about them getting married before he was 
financially stable.  Cecil of course didn't want to  
mention the real reason why his family was opposed to their 
marriage.
	"We haven't set a date yet but now that I have such a 
good paying job it will be soon."	Cecil beamed as he held 
Cheryl's hand.
	"Why not do it while you're here?  If you commit to 
accepting the job today, we'll throw in the wedding, which 
includes the dress, the rings, reception and the cake.  
Just think of it as a welcome to the city of Freeville 
greeting gift.  That way you can go back home already 
married."
	Cecil and his bride to be, were aghast at the offer 
and took them only a moment to catch their breaths and 
accept such a generous offer.  They were also surprised 
that it would be done in just two days.

CHAPTER 6: WEDDING PREPARATIONS

	"There you are Cecil, just sign these documents, 
here's the marriage permit.  There all y'all have to do now 
is walk down the aisle."
"Said Mrs. Jenkins as she walked away with several marriage 
documents that the two had to sign.  Just as she got near 
the door she cried out.
	"OOPS!  I'm sorry you two, I forgot one more paper, 
it's just a simple matter of granting us permission to put 
your names in the local newspaper.  It's a publication 
release form.  Here just sign here, and initial it here and 
here and here.  Good!  Now Cheryl, you do the same."  
Cheryl quickly did as requested.  As soon as she had signed 
the last line they all heard the mayor roar out.
"As an official of the City of Freeville, I pronounce 
you husband and wife."  He said laughing.  Mrs. Jenkins and 
two other clerks in the room also joined in the mayor's 
laughter.  Naturally so did Cheryl and Cecil, for they 
assumed it was just a good natured comment.

CHAPTER 7: CECIL and CHERYL TOUR THE TOWN

	Cecil and his bride to be, were given a royal tour of 
the island. 
	They noticed that the island town was indeed primarily 
black, with a scattering of white faces here and there.  
Those faces generally belonged to women and men.  The kids 
with these white couples appeared to be rather tanned, but 
since it was late Spring and very warm in this climate, it 
was not seen as being unusual to Cecil and Cheryl that kids 
would be suntanned  from being outdoors a lot.
	Cecil did notice that most of the white men seemed 
very friendly but in a reserved way.
Later that evening after dinner, the mayor wanted them 
to separate under the rationale that it was bad luck for 
the bride and groom to see too much of each other before 
the wedding.	 
There were two Bed & Breakfast inns on the island.  
Cheryl was to stay at home and Cecil at the other.  
	After a few kisses, Cheryl was dropped off at her inn 
and Cecil at his.  Mrs. Jenkins was to pick her up the next 
morning.
	The next morning after a good night's sleep and 
digestion of all that had happened to them, the couple 
would separately meet with a seamstress and a tailor to get 
fitted for their wedding garb.
	Cheryl loved the ornate wedding gown that the 
seamstress just happened to have available.  The story was 
that the unfortunate bride changed her mind at the last 
minute and skipped town.
	At the local tailor, Cecil admired the tux that was he 
was to wear.  As he went through the fitting  process, the 
tailor offered him a cup of coffee, which Cecil readily 
accepted, as he waited for the tailor to make some of the 
numerous adjustments required.
	After a few sips and some small talk, Cecil felt 
incredibly sleepy.  The next thing he knew it was three 
hours later as he awoke in the divan that he'd dozed off 
on.

CHAPTER 8: CECIL WAKES TO A SHOCKING SURPRISE

	To his surprise there were several men hovering around 
him.  All smiling.
	"W-What's going on?  I-I guess I must've f-fell 
asleep."  He openly stated, still feeling like he was in a 
dreamy state.
	"Yes Cecil, you've been out a while.  It was necessary 
to have you take a nap while we fitted you with a special 
fashion garment for the wedding and also for your 
citizenship here in Freeville."
	Cecil made out the voice to be a man he'd been 
introduced to as the local Fix It Man.  He and his sons 
were renown for repairing and rigging up things to make 
them work, since people on the island didn't have readily 
access to all the stores and parts from the coastal towns.
	As he tried to stand up his legs were like rubber.  
Cecil plopped back on the divan and waited until his head 
cleared.  Moments later he felt that there was something 
different.  His briefs seemed a bit uncomfortable or needed 
adjusting, but he knew it was not proper to adjust your 
crotch in public.  However, whatever the problem, he had  
to do something.  Something was wrong in his shorts.  
Things just felt different down there.  What was going on?  
He pondered.
	"Yes, I can see you're feeling the special device we 
put on under your shorts."  The Fix It man said to Cecil.  
The man reacquainted himself to the bewildered Cecil.
	"Remember me? my name is Rob.  I know you have a lot 
of questions, so let me try and answer them as best I can."
	The man's explanation of what had occurred to Cecil 
brought Cecil quickly around as poor Cecil sat upright and 
openly felt through his pants and even dropped his pants, 
without shame to determine the truth of what the man was 
saying.
	Cecil discovered, as he was told, that he'd been 
fitted with a device that consisted of a very strong 
tungsten wire device that circled his waist and had 
attachments to soft flat ribbon cables that attached to a 
basket that surrounded and held his scrotum.  This basket 
was supported by additional tungsten wire that were 
attached to the one that circled his waist.  The device 
look medical in design and yet rather streamlined.  Cecil 
also notice a tubular lock built into the thicker cable 
surrounding his waist.  It looked like a modification of a 
tubular bicycle lock.
	"What you have on is a state of the art chastity 
control belt.  It works on the same principle as  an 
invisible fence for dogs.  When the pet wanders too close 
to a boundary where he's not suppose to be, he gets a mild 
electric shock.  The big difference here Cecil is that 
several of us will have these remote devices that can send 
a signal and give you a mild shock to your balls when you 
act like you shouldn't.
	"A-As I shouldn't?  what a-are you talking about?"  
Cecil blurted in reply.
	"You have been fitted with this device to ease your 
adjustment to your new role in Freeville.  The first of 
course is your job.  This device will not interfere with 
your day to day activities.  It will be left on at all 
times.  You can attend to your normal bodily functions 
including bathing as well as sex.  Occasionally, you'll 
need to get your batteries recharged,  If you fail to do so 
at the required intervals, a series of automatically 
triggered shocks, from a reserved battery, will increase in 
intensity for a period of two hours.  This will help you 
remember to do your battery charging promptly and 
routinely."
	Rob went on to tell him more about why he was fitted 
for the device.  As the Fix It man was talking, in walked 
the mayor and the sheriff.  Cecil begin a tirade of 
protests to them.
	"Now calm down Cecil.  I understand your feelings, but 
it's best not to get excited.  Just think of this as a 
little control mechanism to help you adjust to the culture 
here in Freeville, and the part you and your lovely bride 
will be playing and contributing to the town."
	Cecil, having been so preoccupied with his own plight, 
hadn't thought of Cheryl.  The drug they had used on him 
was now virtually gone from his head.  He was thinking 
clearly again.
	"W-What do y-you mean?  A-And w-what have you done to 
her?"  He yelled out.
	"She's doing well, very, very well."  The mayor said 
with the smile of a used car dealer.  Cecil didn't like his 
looks, but wanted to know more about what the mayor was 
referring too about the culture and the part he and Cheryl 
were to play.
	The mayor pulled up a chair.  Cecil was completely 
surrounded by a circle of large black men.  He knew any 
kind of escape was useless with the size and muscle bound 
bodies that encircled him.  He sat and listened as the 
mayor talked.  He had no choice.
	Cecil couldn't believe his ears.  His head was 
spinning at the horrific scheme that the mayor was 
proposing, yet not really proposing, but implementing, to 
increase the towns population as well as to infuse more 
whites into the population.
	"So you see Cecil, by your wife being bred by the 
local towns men we will have a more white population that's 
acceptable to the citizens and that have been reared here 
and will be a part of the culture and at the same time help 
us meet the Federal guidelines.  Because by them being your 
kids, even though racially mixed, they will be counted as 
white.  I'm sure you saw several white mothers with their 
tan skin kids.  No that wasn't a suntan, it's a permanent 
tan on those kids."
	Cecil was awed, in an unbelieving way, at what the 
mayor was saying. He couldn't believe he and Cheryl were 
basically being kidnapped.  The talk of her being bred was 
beyond belief.  As it all slowly dawned on him what was 
being implied, he slowly began asking questions.
	"S-So all their h-husbands a-are wearing these 
d-devices?"
	"That's right. Every one is on their own assigned 
broadcast frequency.  We can reach out to everyone of you 
all over the island.  We have a transmitter at the radio 
station."
	"This month we've just been integrated into the cell 
phone tower system, so we can reach out and control you all 
over the country, even when you go back to your hometown or 
on vacation."  The Fix It Man added with a tone of pride in 
his voice.
	"B-But how d-do you g-get the w-wives t-to go a-along 
with..." Cecil asked, as he was cut off.
	"We've resorted to little things like getting them a 
little tipsy and filming them in, shall we say, in  
compromising situations with one of our local black towns 
men.  So anyone viewing the video would not be able to tell 
otherwise that what was going on was not consensual.  They 
usually resist at first, but I'm surprised at how easy they 
come around to doing what we want of them.  They also fall 
in love with all the big black meat they get too.  And with 
their men under lock and key, they usually go along with 
the program, especially since where would they go for help 
anyway.  It's quite a ways to swim back to the coast."
	Cecil's eyes open wide as a fifty cent piece as it 
dawned on him the real predicament he was in as well as the 
statement about big black cocks.
	The mayor went on.
"Sometimes our good doctor has stronger drugs we can 
use also.  However, alcohol seem to work pretty well in 
almost all the cases.  And you know what Cecil, some of the 
wives and fianc‚es like the idea of their husbands and 
fianc‚s being under "lock and shock", as we say sometimes, 
while they're  bred by their choice of black studs. That's 
what happened to Dorothy Jenkins.  She took to cuckolding 
her wimpy husband like a fish to water.  It didn't take but 
a few shock treatments to get him in line with her and the 
town's program.  You'll get to meet him and some of the 
other husbands who've adapted quite well to the town and 
the lovely children their wives have had for them."
	Cecil thought for a moment, then spoke.
	"S-So y-you want Cheryl to h-have u-up to a dozen b-
babies b-by l-local men?"
	The mayor acknowledged him with an affirmative nod.
	"D-Does that m-mean, w-we can't have o-our own 
children?"
	"Sure, after you and she fulfill your obligation to 
deliver ours first."  The mayor replied matter-of-factly.
	"B-But Mayor Howard, a d-dozen b-babies a-are a lot of 
b-babies."  Cecil stammered as he tried to make his point.
	"Your new bride is young and strong, she'll do well.  
Plus, we just found out she's also a virgin too.  How 
exceptional."
	The mayor's words cut Cecil as if they were a knife.  
Cecil didn't have any intentions in attacking the mayor he 
just wanted to stand up to make his point.  He didn't stand 
long.  The electrical shock to his loins quickly caused him 
to double over and fall right back in his seat.
	"OUCH!  OOOOOH!  STOP!"  Cecil moaned and cried out as 
he winced at the unexpected jolt.
	"Well Mr. Mayor, you can see it works okay.  He has 
been assigned his own frequency, and I and the others who 
will be monitoring him have remotes.  Did you want one 
too?"  The Fix It man asked.
	"Yes I would.  I always like to participate in the 
orientation of our new citizens to our great town."
	"W-What about Cheryl, d-did you rape her?" Cecil, 
blurted out.  He'd recovered from the shock to his balls 
but was far more contained now that he knew the power of 
the device he was being force to wear.
	"Rape is such a negative word Cecil.  But to answer 
your question, no we have not.  We don't get many virgins, 
so we're saving her for a special orientation.  That is 
we're going to have a lottery for the first man to pop her 
cherry."  The mayor said grinning.  Cecil hated the man for 
his smile if nothing else.
	"P-Please M-Mayor Howard.  P-Please don't do this.  S-
She's been saving herself for me for so l-long.  W-We've 
known each other since junior high."  Cecil's plea was 
sincere and very pathetic as he went on in great detail 
about how he and Cheryl wanted their wedding night to be 
special.  However, the mayor listened intently at the long 
plea by Cecil.  However, if Cecil had looked closely at the 
mayor, he would've seen a wicked gleam in the mayor's eye 
as he slowly was rubbing his big hands together as if 
plotting or pondering.
	"Well Cecil, that is most touching.  I must say I was 
moved by your plea and since I'm a compassionate man, 
here's what I'll do.  If you promise to encourage your wife 
to go along with what we in the town need her to do, you'll 
have the opportunity to spend the wedding night with her 
and we won't touch her until after she's legally married."
	Cecil was rather relieved at the mayor's words and 
hated to thanked the man, but did so out of common 
courtesy.	
	 
CHAPTER 9: THE WEDDING	

	As Cecil saw his bride being led down the aisle by the 
mayor, he was surprised to see the strange look of serenity 
on her face.  He was glad she could still put the best on 
the outside in view of all that they'd both gone through, 
and what was planned for them in this hell hole of a town. 
He mentally applauded her.
	The dress she wore was tiered with rows of ornate 
scalloped lace, but at the same time, the bodice was rather 
sheer, such that a good part of her mammary endowments were 
rather accentuated, and much more revealing that Cecil 
would've desired.  In a word she looked stunning.
She had been kept away from him for 24 hours prior to 
the ceremony.  She looked so radiant and beautiful in the 
ornate lacy, long train wedding gown.
  He still couldn't believe this was happening to 
them.  Was it his fate to always get the short end of the 
stick.  One of the few things he thought was the bright 
star in his life was Cheryl, now her having to be a breeder 
for the town's men folks was so unbelievable.  Yet, the 
mere fact he was wearing the electronic chastity belt was a 
reality check in it self, especially when several of his 
overseers tested it to see if it was working properly prior 
to him coming to the church, and again at the church.  They 
were only very mild shocks, but the mere thought he was 
under such control, mortified him each time he gave it a 
thought.  But again, he was under their control and 
couldn't do a thing about it.
Cecil was just glad that they had agreed  he could 
spend the wedding night with his bride and be the first to 
sex her after the wedding ceremony.  He'd been waiting all 
these years to have sex with her, after all he should be 
allowed to "break the seal" as well as be the first to get 
a chance at impregnating his new wife.
However, then it dawned on him, could they be trusted?  
But they did say the breeding wouldn't be started until 
after she was legally his wife and that he could be with 
her on the wedding night.  He felt more at ease.
 The closer his bride got to him, the prettier she 
looked.  There was a strange countenance about her that 
he'd never seen before.  Had they drugged her?  He was 
determined to try and whisper to her as soon as they were 
together.
He was hoping the best man, the mayor's son, wouldn't 
prevent him.
As the procession ended and Cheryl was positioned 
beside him for the main ceremony, she was able to whisper 
"I love you very much darling, no matter what happens."
Her words were the best thing he'd heard in 24 hours.  
His confidence was made much stronger by her words.
  She was also able to add, before the music stopped 
and minister was ready to start the ceremony, "Be brave 
darling, remember we're in this together, no matter what 
they make both of us do. I truly love you." 
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to formally join 
this couple in matrimony."  The black minister said in a 
booming voice.  As he read on and reached the part where it 
was time for he and his bride to exchange vows.
"Do you Cecil Morton, promise to love, be faithful to, 
cherish, honor, and obey Cheryl Jones, your wife to be, in 
all that she asks of you?"
When he was a bit slow to respond because the words 
were puzzling to him, Cecil felt a small jolt from the 
cattle prod of a chastity jock strap he wore.  He quickly 
answered "I do!".  He began to break out in a sweat fearing 
some form of public trickery or humiliation was about to be 
dumped on him.
"Do you, Cheryl Jones, promise to love, cherish and 
provide loving guidance to your husband, Cecil Morton, and 
assure that he keeps his vows of love, obedience, and 
honor, and use whatever corrective means necessary to 
ensure he does so."
"I do."  
Cecil was flabbergasted at the confident and straight 
forward manner his bride replied.  Did she know what she 
was committing too?  He asked himself as he felt a sick 
feeling in his stomach about what was occurring before him, 
as well as to him.
"Before pronouncing your reaffirmation as man and 
wife, it is now time for the newlywed couple to demonstrate 
their commitment to sharing, aiding, and supporting each 
other.  Will the groom and bride kneel."  The minister 
said.
Cecil was nervous as his alabaster skin bride with a 
strange smile on her face, knelt eagerly before the black 
minister.  He was less eager, but did so as he felt another 
small electrical jolt to his groins.  He wondered which one 
of the men was using their remote on him. 
"The bride has been told of this ritual, Cecil has 
not. The groom is warned not to be upset, but to abide by 
his vows of obedience and love for his new bride." The 
minister warned.
Cecil really had an ominous feeling now.
"You may part my robe and prepare my staff so as you 
two may receive my holy seed as an anointment to seal this 
ceremony of matrimony.  Are you prepared?"
"Yes I am."  Cheryl replied quickly.  It was too quick 
for Cecil who looked at her wide eyed and with a blank 
face.  
What he saw next as he knelt so close to his new bride 
was something that he'd never seen so close before as she 
parted the minister's black robe.  He was wearing only a 
white shirt and shoes and socks.  The centerpiece of his 
nudeness was the mammoth cock that was loosely strapped to 
his leg.
Cecil, eyes wider than before and in a total daze, 
estimated the giant member was at least nine inches, maybe 
a bit longer.  
"Isn't this something darling?"  He couldn't believe 
his bride saying as she deftly unhooked the strap that 
secured the semi-hard penis.  "I'd say he was a bit larger 
than yours, wouldn't you say Cecil?"  She said looking at 
him with a hint of a smirk on her beautiful face.
"Yes my child, handle the staff of the holy servant 
and began your demonstration of affections for the church 
and your marriage." The minister said as he moaned at the 
contact of her small soft white hand on his swelling heated 
black dick.  
As Cheryl began to lick the bulbous pre-cum leaking 
cockhead and laved the giant pee slit with flicks of her 
pretty tongue, someone removed the minister's robe and he 
stood before the kneeling couple, naked below the waist, 
wearing only shoes and socks.
Cecil, feeling weak, even on his knees, felt the best 
man's strong hands grip his shoulder and then whispered in 
his ear. "Don't do anything foolish.  Go along with the 
program, unless you want your balls scorched."
Even though still dazed at the noisy lapping and 
slurping from the scene less than a foot in front of him, 
he received the warning loud and clear.	
Cecil, besides being amazed at how well his new bride 
was orally administering to the minister, was equally 
amazed at the dreamy expression of lust on her face.  
Everything his mom tried to tell him before came back in 
his mind like a hundred miles an hour fast ball.  Had all 
this awaken the slut blood in his Cheryl? Why didn't she 
ever give him the kind of exquisite head she was now giving 
the minister - a black man at that - in front of a hundred 
strangers.
Cecil's thought were bouncing around the inside of his 
head like a jar of full of shaken jelly beans.  Then it 
dawned on him just as she saw her grasp and tenderly fondle 
the huge black balls hanging low beneath the black minister 
impressive fuck tool.  She must've been drugged.  That was 
it, he thought.  She doesn't know what she's doing.
Satisfying him self that he'd discovered that his 
bride was acting the way she was so eagerly, his state of 
mind was that they indeed was in this together.  But then 
as he'd come to that conclusion, he remembered her words to 
him earlier before the ceremony started.  Was she really 
doing this of her own volition?
Before Cecil, feeling helpless and mentally 
frustrated, could commence another round of mental debate 
with himself, the minister stopped moaning and also stopped 
his wife from her further mouthing action on his stout 
turgid dick.
"You've done well my child.  You can be proud of your 
actions and your demonstration to the church's holy 
servant.  Now it's time for your husband to prove his 
affection to my staff and demonstrate his willingness to 
share in the trials and tribulations of the path of 
marriage you both are commencing."  Spoke the minister in 
his bass voice of authority and sanctity.
The minister moved side ways slightly bring his 
jutting wet palpitating dick right before Cecil's face.  It 
dawned on Cecil like a bolt of lighting that he too was 
required to do the same as his bride.  He cursed him self 
for not realizing he would be required to suck cock - black 
cock at that - just as his wife-to-be had.
Again, strong arms gripped his shoulder.  Two pulses 
tickled his balls.  They were definitely stronger than 
before.
"Go on honey.  Do what you have to do.  I'm right 
beside you.  I wont desert you.  Lick his dick.  Do the 
cockhead first."  He heard his bride say.  It was like he 
was in a dream. He'd never her talk that way.  The 
minister's giant staff was less than three inches from 
Cecil's lips.  He saw his bride's pink lipstick smeared on 
the long shaft of hard meat and groaned in anguish at what 
he had to do.  He got a third stronger shock to his balls 
which caused him to lurch forward involuntarily with an 
open mouth.  His reaction seemed what was needed, because 
before he knew it, he had a mouth full of hot black swollen 
dickhead.  A moment later, the minister began to work and 
feed more of his steel hard meaty truncheon deeper between 
Cecil's stretched lips.
"That's it honey.  Good boy.  Just keep your teeth out 
of the way.  That's it. You're sucking cock now.  You're 
sucking a real man's dick." His new bride whispered 
sensuously as she held one of his hands.  The best man held 
the other.
Cecil was having difficulty dealing with all that was 
going on, especially the horse size cock invading his 
mouth.  As he continued in his forced mouthing of the 
minister's staff, his new bride continued to mentor and 
tutor him in sucking his first cock - no dick.  He's never 
heard her say "dick" before.
After two minutes of looking down what seemed like a 
mile of fleshy black pipe, which culminated in a thicket of 
dense pubic hairs, Cecil, with tears running down his face, 
was getting use to the feel of the man's big erection in 
his mouth and throat as the minister face fucked the white 
groom with his beaming bride and over a hundred of the 
towns folk looking on and softly cheering him on.
"Here, hold his balls darling."  Cheryl said as she 
guided her new husband's hand to the large black scrotum 
before him.
Cecil got another small low level shock in his shorts 
when he seemed reluctant to place his hands on the 
minister's sizeable hairy nuts.  He got the message.  He 
increased the action with his hand and kneaded the black 
man's balls, following his new bride's instructions to the 
tee.  
He couldn't see her smiling face but she was aglow in  
seeing him being subjected to such abject degradation.  She 
knew for sure that in the last 12 hours the towns folks, 
especially the men, had awoken the hereditary slut genes in 
her.  It had been rather sudden, but even though she truly 
loved Cecil - her junior high through college sweetheart -
his love for her would now have to adapt to her other 
needs, which would include her blatant public humiliation 
of him.
"You have brought me to the point of no return... 
OOOH!  The point of blissful conclusion. OOOH!  The point 
of your receiving the anointment for which you seek. OOOH!  
YESSSSSSS!  Take it!  It's all yours!"  The minister cried 
out as he held the back of the poor white groom's head and 
began to erupt his spewing hot sperm between his stretched 
lips."
With his new bride preparing him for the news he was 
to received the holy ejaculate, and the minister pulling 
his spurting dickhead back from his throat to just inside 
the front part of his mouth, Cecil was able to cope with 
swallowing the large volume of hot gooey fuck fluid that 
was so forcibly gushed between his lips.  He swallowed at 
least six full gulps of the hot creamy fuck goo before just 
milking the dribble and dregs that continued slowly oozing 
after the minister's come.
Following his bride's instructions, he continued to 
gently suckle the minister's slightly shrinking dick, all 
the while Cecil never let go of the minister's balls for 
fear of more electrical shocks.
 His bride Cheryl noticed this and was pleased, even 
though she was sure he was concerned about getting another 
shock.  She giggled mentally as she smiled to herself and 
thought how her new husband was going to react when he 
found out she too was going to get one of the remote units 
to keep him in line.  Oh well, she thought, there's time 
for that later.  Now she had to finish the ceremony and 
look forward to other pleasures in the ceremony, especially 
the next surprise for her unsuspecting new husband.
"PLOP!"  The noise of the minister pulling his large 
member from the tight seal of poor Cecil's stretched mouth 
elicited a loud uproar of laughter from the those 
assembled.
"The bride and groom may salute each other and share 
the taste of the anointment, which the willing groom drew 
from my staff and balls."
There was another uproar as Cheryl gave her flush 
faced, bewildered, humiliated new husband, a deep French 
kiss.
Cecil, welcomed the attention from his bride.  His 
mouth and jaw muscles ached slightly from being stretched 
so much. 
 The juicy tongue kiss was good.  Even though he 
didn't find the taste of the minister's hot cum as 
repulsive as he expected, he was so utterly ashamed to have 
been put through what he had, especially in front of the 
woman he loved and so many onlookers.

CHAPTER 10: THE WEDDING CEREMONY CONTINUES: KISSING THE 
BRIDE

	Cecil and Cheryl were again directed to stand before 
the minister. 
	The minister did not put his robe back on.  His huge 
semi erect black penis was indeed a sight as he stood there 
with the bible in his hand.  The whole scene was surreal, 
especially what he and Cheryl had been made to endure.
Cecil asked for a drink of water as the ministered 
thick creamy jism left a heavy slimy film on his gums.
	"No my son, it's important you get use to the taste of 
the anointment you've received, and you both shared as a 
couple, for such future anointment from others shall be a 
bond between you two as a couple."
The ceremony continued as Cecil pondered the 
minister's words.
"Now that the young couple has demonstrated their 
willingness to share in what lies ahead in their marriage,  
with the power vested in me, I now reaffirm your being 
legally married and pronounce you as woman and husband.  
You may salute the bride one more time to show your 
acceptance and commitment to being her devoted and loyal 
helpmate."
Cecil kept wondering about the minister using the word 
"reaffirm". "Woman and husband"?  What was going on here? 
Why didn't he just pronounce them "man and wife"?  Again 
Cecil's mind was reeling.  He had too much information to 
process.  He had no idea what was going on here.
He was still puzzled, but he could use another kiss 
from his beautiful bride after all he'd been through.  He 
didn't understand all the minister was saying, but he could  
at least look forward to being the first to nestle his 
throbbing prick into his beloved bride after all these 
years of waiting.
"Remember darling, they made me do this."  Cecil heard 
his beaming bride softly say as he turned his face and 
began to move closer for a kiss.  Her smile bothered him, 
but he was too concerned with touching her again to concern 
himself with body language.
"Not on her mouth my son."  The minister interjected 
as he stopped Cecil's motion by placing his huge hand 
between Cecil and Cheryl.  "You must kneel and salute her 
pussy."
Cecil for the countless time, had another blank stare 
on his face.
"Will the attendants remove the bride's garments for 
her husband to salute her without restriction."  At the 
minister's request several women came up and undid some 
hidden fasteners and in a flash, Cecil's new bride was 
wearing only a white crotchless teddy and a very tiny G-
string that had a small triangular patch.  Her perfectly 
formed cunt bush showed so beautifully.  He had another 
ominous feeling. He had no idea they'd planned to exhibit 
his new bride in front of everyone.
"Before you perform your salute my son, you must swear 
you will do this whenever it is needed by her, and perform 
the act with eagerness, and the dearest of love and 
affection toward your spouse.  Do you swear before man and 
the church that you will suck her cunt out to her 
satisfaction when it is desired by her, as I have 
described.
Seeing her like this caused his blood to heat up.  
Cecil quickly answered "I do".  He didn't need a shock to 
prompt him.  He was driven by lust.
"After this final public commitment, you may proceed 
to do your husbandly duty my son."  The minister announced.
Nervously Cecil knelt and proceeded to removed the g-
string as his new wife guided him in doing his sworn duty.  
As he was trying to get his trembling hands to steady 
themselves as he began to remove the flimsy thong 
underwear, he got whiff of a familiar scent that was 
different from the heavenly pussy bush fragrance he 
expected from his virgin brides crotch.  As he got the g-
string down and pushed it down her leg, he noticed the 
familiar color and odor of Feta cheese protruding from here 
pouting pussy lips.
"I know how much you like Feta cheese, so I put a 
piece in there to make this easier on you darling.  Please 
forgive me for them making me do this to you."  Cheryl said 
in a nervous yet, sensuous tone.
"That's okay Cheryl dear, and thank you for being so 
thoughtful.  I could use a taste of your pussy after all 
I've been through."  Cecil replied as he moved his head 
closer to her labia as she spread her legs and invited him 
to come closer and lap her heated cunt.
As he nibbled on the sharp taste of the cheese, his 
nostril was filled with the naturally strong aroma of it.  
He also heard the assembly of town folks, as well as the 
minister cheer him on in his pussy eating.  He was 
surprised at the size of the cheese wedge.  He just hoped 
it had not broke the virginal seal of his beloved.  
Just as Cecil completed devouring the plug of aged 
Feta with it's sharp taste, he heard the minister announce 
to the assembly that Cecil had legally been married by the 
mayor the day the couple had arrived, and that today's 
ceremony was just a formality to reaffirm an already legal 
ceremony which had been held at the city hall in front of 
witnesses.
Just as Cecil managed to hear this bit of news, a 
thick soupy heated gloppy goo streamed in his surprised 
mouth and coated his tongue.  By the time it dawned on him 
that the concoction was blended sperm and cunt juice, 
another slimy wave oozed out and over ran his lips and 
dripped messily over the satin lapels of his black tuxedo.
"Yes my son, you're tasting the first installment of 
jism from the good men of this town.  We kept our 
agreement.  We didn't impose our selves upon your lovely 
virgin bride until after you two were legally married, 
which happened yesterday. And, as promised, you will be 
able to spend the wedding night with her. That is, after 
all the men in the audience have had an opportunity to 
salute her as real men do to such a beauty as your lovely 
bride. And also as promised, you are having sex, oral sex 
that is, with her right after the wedding ceremony. Now 
finish what you swore to do so she can be ready for me to 
anoint her properly between her legs."
Cecil again shocked and bewildered, knelt with trails 
of viscous melded jism smeared over and running down his 
face and neck.  His tears made the mess even messier as he 
felt another shock in his shorts.  Through watery eyes he 
saw the best man holding a remote and knew was coming if he 
didn't get back to his husbandly "clean up duties".
"C'mon darling, I'm sorry this had to happen, but we 
both must make the best out of it.  C'mon make me feel 
good."  He heard his wife plainly.  Her voice wasn't as 
sympathetic as he'd expected, but it was urgent as was her 
tug on his head as she pulled him back to her very un-
virgin, sloppy, slick and slimy sperm filled snatch. What 
little he saw of her face, before her now fuck juice 
smelling crotch blocked his view, was not the kind face of 
the Cheryl he knew, but one of a woman that needed his 
tongue in her well fucked pussy and was determined to have 
it there. 

CHAPTER 11: THE RECEIVING LINE 

After Cecil had finished saluting his bride in a very 
unorthodox manner, and after she shuttered orgasmicly with 
a loud sensuous moan, the Minister announced the ceremony 
was over.  The beaming happy bride, and a very unhappy 
groom, marched down the aisle.  Cecil was in tears while 
his new bride was smiling gleefully.  The atmosphere was 
indeed surreal to Cecil.
The couple was led immediately to an adjacent annex, 
where the reception was to be held.
As Cecil cleared the uncontrolled tears from his eyes, 
it became apparent the instant he entered the annex what 
was set to occur, both from the crowd already assembled and 
the furnishings.  
In the middle of the room, there was an examination 
table as you would find in a doctor's office.  The sight of 
the extended stirrups on the table sent more chills of 
dread through the new husband as he quickly envisioned his 
new bride situated on it with her beautiful legs in them.
	Cecil was ordered to help his wife prepare for the 
onslaught of men who'd already formed a line to fuck her.
	Cecil, full of terror from the ordeal he'd already 
been through, easily complied.
	He sensed that there was going to be more, much more 
humiliation as he saw the line of semi-nude men, which had 
formed, was slowly growing longer.
	While horrified, he couldn't get over the surreal 
festive atmosphere, and the strange gleefulness of his new 
bride. She apparently was very excited at being the whore 
for a group of strange, big dick black men.  He also saw a 
new man with the remote.  The man had his eyes on Cecil.  A 
chill again ran through Cecil as he contemplated the 
terrifying act that was about to occur and over which he 
had no control.
	While watching the line of horny men with fear and 
dread, Cecil was caught off guard as the minister walked up 
from the other direction.  As he did, his large swinging 
manhood seemed more like a club than a penis.  Even though 
it hadn't been that long since he had the man's stalwart 
member between his lips, Cecil wondered how he even got his 
mouth around the head of the monstrous dick. 
	Cheryl seemed anxious for the sexual festivities to 
begin as she laid back on the exam table wearing only her 
lacy white bridal bustier, snowy white frilly garter belt, 
and glistening shiny white sheen stocking.  She had her 
beleaguered husband assist her in freeing her abundant 
bosom from the confining bustier.  Cecil could only gasp at 
his new wife's abundant fleshy white orbs and her very 
erect protruding nipples.  Cecil could only look at them, 
not touch and fondle them as he should be doing.  That was 
reserved at the moment for others.  Many others in fact as 
he once again glimpsed the seemingly endless line of 
jutting and bobbing stiff black erections.
	"Excellent!  I see you have properly prepared your new 
bride for me to properly anoint her with my seed.  I can 
see now you're going to be a good husband Cecil, a good 
husband indeed."
	As the minister removed the robe he was wearing he 
asked someone to bring a short stool for Cecil.  It looked 
like a three legged milking stool, as one would use for 
milking cows.
	"There my son, sit right here where you can see all 
the activities first hand as your new bride gets anointed 
by me and coupled by the good men of Freeville."  The 
ministered spoke in his heavy bass voice.
	Cecil was further bewildered, as he looked at the 
stool and then up at the minister, who was at least a head, 
and then some, taller than he.  The position of the low 
stool would place Cecil's head right at eye level with his 
new wife's pouting bushy cunt.
	"Go on!  Sit down my son.  You'll have a front row 
seat as you watch your wife receives special salutes from 
the well wishers in the receiving line."
	Cecil, helpless to do other than do as he was told, 
whimpered softly in despair and sat on the rather low 
stool.  
	"There, now that's a fitting place for our new groom.  
Now make yourself useful and get me ready for your new 
bride.  Lick my staff.  Get it hard and wet, so it 
pleasures her, and goes in easier too."
	Cecil, even though he knew refusing the minister would 
result in another jolt to his groins, was caught off guard 
by yet another abject humiliating order.  As a result, the 
new groom was slow to respond.  He just looked at the 
towering black man and then to the huge black phallus 
before his face.  Moments later, Cecil felt the 
excruciating, but brief electrical sensation to his 
genitals.  He quickly grasped the black penis before him 
and proceeded to lick and mouth it slavishly.
	Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man who held 
the remote and apparently had sent the signal that shocked 
Cecil into action.  The new husband's tears continued to 
flow again as he deftly degraded himself before the group 
as he sucked lapped and licked at the large black hairy 
genitals before him.
	"That's it.  Do a good job darling.  Get it wet enough 
so that it slips in me easily."
	Cecil's tears seem to increase as he heard his new 
wife's words.  Her tone was sincere but yet it obvious it 
was laden with eagerness to enjoy the tool which her new 
husband was suckling.
	"That's good enough Cecil."  The minister's words were 
welcomed as Cecil felt the big rigid coal black tool leave 
his glistening saliva coated lips.
	Cecil wiped his mouth with his hands and had planned 
to look away at the next action he was sure the minister 
was going to make, that is the mounting of Cheryl.  But 
Cecil wasn't to be so uninvolved as he thought.
	"As the new husband, you have the honor of guiding my 
staff to her temple young man."
	Cecil, again stunned by the level of depravity, could 
only look at the giant blackman as if he was nuts.  
However, the new husband snapped back to reality as soon as 
he caught a glimpse of the best man about to reach for the 
remote that was hanging around his neck.
	Cecil quickly grasped the minister's monstrous phallus 
and guided it to it's wet juicy target.  As he did so the 
wanton look of desire on his new wife's face was almost 
unbelievable to him.  She was actually eager to receive the 
giant black cock.
	"Yes!  Yes!  Darling, please push a real man's cock in 
me.  Give me a real man's cock.  That's it!  Yesssssss!"
	Her words left no doubt to Cecil as he barely removed 
his hand before it got caught between the minister and his 
wife's almost touching organs.  Cecil was aghast that 
Cheryl could take so much of that enormous penis on the 
first plunge.  Obviously, she'd been opened up fairly well 
in the last twenty-four hours.
	The minister and his wife put on a splendid display of 
fucking.  His new bride was a tiger, but the minister had a 
tiger tamer, so it was a good match as he pounded her 
eagerly receptive pussy.
To make matters worse for Cecil, his wife asked him to hold 
her hand as she experienced such passion and lust with 
another man.  She griped it tightly as she moaned to the 
black minister how good he was fucking her.
	Cecil appreciated the gesture of their handing holding 
and sharing the adversity they were both going through.  
However, he was also beside himself with horror as his new 
bride's cunt was stretched unbelievably and so obscenely 
too.  To make matters worse, the juicy coupling of black 
and white genitals before and so close to his eyes and 
ears, made a sound that seem to rise above the low roar of 
the assembled mass of people in the room - mostly other men 
waiting their turn to do the same as what the minister was 
doing.  Cecil squirmed at each squishy wet lapping sound 
emanating from the joined sexes of the two as well as each 
moaning sigh that arose from his obviously well pleased new 
wife.
	After the minister busted his nuts twice, he climbed 
off Cheryl's sloppy slime covered cunt and declared loudly 
"The new bride has been properly anointed and is now open 
to others to salute her as she starts her journey into 
wifedom and motherhood!"  The minister's word's boomed 
around the room to the cheers of the gathered group of 
horny men.  
"You should be proud to have a wife with a pussy so 
good my son.  Here, taste the residue of our coupling and 
delight in the joy that she's getting her pussy broke in 
right on her wedding night."  The reverend said with a 
wicked smile as he held his wet dripping and much softer, 
limp fuck slime covered penis toward Cecil's face.
Cecil's tears rose up in his eyes again as he made no 
effort to pull his face away from the black tool that was 
coming toward him.  This dick had also broke him in as a 
cocksucker.  He knew it was useless to resist.  He simply 
did as the minister wanted and was amazed at how easily 
he'd acclimated to the slimy taste of melded pussy juice 
and cock cum so easily in such a short time.
	Cecil had some solace, since his bride continued to 
hold one of his hands as she gleefully gyrated to meet 
every thrust of the other men in the receiving line as they 
mercilessly plunged their large dicks into her when it was 
their turn.  There was also a line formed at her face for 
those men who wanted head from her before fucking her, or 
instead of fucking her.  She sucked eagerly and tirelessly 
on their giant ebony bones and swallowed every drop they 
spewed.
	As the line moved, Cecil's mouth was also very gummy 
from milking the dribbling wet slime from every big black 
dick that slipped from his wife's pussy.  He had simply run 
out of tears as he became a cock milking machine.  He 
obliged each man without thinking as he was more afraid of 
a shock to his genitals from the man with the remote
	Cecil's milking efforts were only interrupted so that 
he could sip some wedding punch to clear the coating of 
fuck slime that would build up on his tongue and gums as he 
suckled wet slimy black cocks as they were pulled from his 
wife's enlarged and reddish raw gaping twat.  Additionally, 
he was directed to suck up the inevitable viscous gluey 
coating of fuck slime that would routinely build up in his 
bride's formerly virgin pussy.
	Most of the syrupy slimy fuck juices dripped and oozed 
from Cheryl's twat into a plastic drip pan that was 
situated such that it could catch most of the sexual fluids 
that were by products of the gang bang. 
	The viscous gluey contents of the drip pan - seminal 
and pussy juice fluids - rose steadily after each black 
cock was pulled out of his new bride with a swishy sucking 
sound.  Cecil was truly amazed at the abundant outpourings 
of cock cream from each of the men that fucked his 
beautiful new bride.
 	However, due to the fervent coupling action between 
cock and cunt, the fuck slime became occasionally thick and 
frothy.  Hence the need for Cecil's husbandly intervention 
to make his wife's fuck slot more enjoyable for the 
remaining men in the receiving line. 
	Cecil was amazed at his stomach not turning at the 
vast quantity of warm fuck slime he consumed.  To make 
matters worse for him mentally, he found that the taste 
wasn't as unpalatable as he'd envisioned.
	Cecil was further amazed and simultaneously horrified 
at his new bride's stamina and moans and cries of orgasmic 
wantonness as she seem to orgasm whenever a fresh new cock 
was pushed in her very receptive hungry gash.  She seemed 
tireless.
	Cecil was never so glad for something to end as when 
the last man mounted his new bride and popped his load in 
her.  Going from fear of his wife being ganged rape to 
wanting it to hurry and be over, Cecil was anxious for the 
last few men to hurry and fuck his new wife so they could 
end this phase of his total and abject degradation.
	As he helped Cheryl up off her back after the last man 
in line was finished with her, she was a bit stiff and had 
a bit of a time getting the feel of her legs.  However, he 
led her to the nearest powder room where, continuing to be 
the helpful, but coerced husband, dutifully helped her wash 
her abused reddened pussy and clean up in general.  He was 
also amazed at her demeanor as if what they had gone 
through was a joyful event.
	As the newly married couple were escorted to the 
waiting car to carry them to their residence provided by 
the Town, Cecil glimpsed a lady removing the drip pan from 
the table where his wife had spent the last few hours 
fucking a good part of the male population of Freeville.
The pan was over half full of unctuous fuck slime.
Cecil, tired, beat, and vanquished, was glad to leave 
the place where he'd experienced more humiliation and 
degradation than he'd ever dreamed of in his life.

CHAPTER 12: THE MORNING AFTER

	Cecil, woke first as he raised his head.  He looked at 
his beautiful, but haggard, tired, and well fucked, 
actually, very well fucked, sleeping bride.
	Even though he didn't awake from the nightmare of what 
he'd gone through and yet to go, he was thankful that at 
least they were now man and wife.  He thought back to what 
the minister said, and thought maybe "woman and husband" 
was indeed more accurate.
	Finally his new bride was awake as Cecil returned back 
to the bedroom with two cups of hot coffee.
	"Thanks my darling husband, you're so thoughtful."  
Cheryl said to him as he offered her the cup.
	"I-I never told you this before Cheryl, but I did some 
reading on nymphomania and it's side effects.  I-I know 
when lust consumes you, y-you're going to be difficult to 
deal with, especially me b-because I-I'm, well , b-because 
I-I'm..."
	"Not well hung and don't have much stamina?."  His new 
wife interjected confidently, helping her husband get his 
point across.
	"Y-yes that's right,  I-It appears when you in the 
throes of need, I-I can expect to be treated harshly and 
ridiculed."
	"That's just the way I felt last night.  I actually 
felt good being used by the men after they deprived you of 
my cherry and filled me with their hot virile cum for over 
four hours and then for an hour the morning of the wedding.  
And then about 10 minutes before I came down the aisle, 
several of the men creamed in me one after the other so 
they could seal all their jism in me and then sealed it 
with a wedge of Feta cheese.  Cecil Honey I was thrilled 
being part of the conspiracy. It was I who thought of the 
cheese.  I knew it would hide the fuck scent.  Darling, I 
wanted to humiliate you.  I literally enjoyed rubbing your 
face in their hot fuck, letting you know that better men's 
cum was where you'd planned for years to put yours first.  
And darling, the fact that I might get pregnant through out 
all this by a man other than you was a real super turn on."
	"Y-You really f-felt that way, b-because y-you h-had 
been aroused by them w-with their b-big things."
	"Yes honey, by their big black dicks."
	"Do . Do-Do y-you think y-you still really love me s-
still?"  He said stammering and nervously twitching.
	"Yes! Very, very much darling.  In fact I love you now 
more than before.  You see honey, knowing you love me so 
and can't do what these guys do for me, makes me want to 
have you show your love for me in ways that will, well, 
shall we say, cause you to be uncomfortable, but which will 
help you to better understand how much you really love me." 
	"B-But Cheryl, j-just hearing you urge them on and to-
to hear you saying things about me really hurts."
	"I know sweetie.  Haven't you heard the song about you 
always hurt the one you love?  Well when I hurt you that 
way, I'm really showing my love.  And when you give in and 
do whatever is required, you are responding in kind that 
you're demonstrating your love for me too. Cecil, you'll 
have to accept that when I'm filled with lust, you have to 
accept being ridiculed and humiliated by me and the men 
fucking me.  I can't help it.  That's the way it has to 
be."
	"No-No o-other way? W-Will you permit me to l-leave if 
t-they said..."
	"No!  Darling, I won't permit you to leave me, even if 
they said okay.  Dorothy Jenkins said her husband tried to 
wiggle out of staying with her, just as you're attempting 
to do.  However, she wanted him to stay and he's settled 
nicely into his husbandly role.  That is, as the good daddy 
of their three kids.  No darling, I want to share this 
experience with you.  I want you as my husband.  I need you 
to go through this with me.  I want to help you prove to 
yourself that you can be a man about this, even if you're 
not man enough to take care of me in the bed.  You have to 
accept your place as a willing cuckold.  There is no other 
way."
	"I-I see." Was all Cecil could say with a sad look on 
his face.

CHAPTER 13: A NEIGHBOR VISITS

	Agnes Jones, a neighbor to the newlywed couple, came 
by three weeks later and brought over the top tier of their 
wedding cake, which she'd taken the liberty of freezing for 
them.  She removed the frozen package from the ice chest 
cooler she'd brought it in.
	"Thank so much Agnes.  In all the excitement, I forgot 
all about this."  Cheryl said as she held the frozen, clear 
plastic wrapped package.
	"Hi Cheryl honey.  Hi Agnes."  Cecil said as he walked 
in from work.
	"Oh hi darling.  Look, Agnes was nice enough to 
retrieve and save the top of our wedding cake.  She froze 
it for us.  Tradition has it that we're suppose to thaw it 
out on our first anniversary and eat a piece for continued 
good luck in our marriage."  Cheryl spoke gleefully to her 
husband.
	"Okay.  Yes, I've heard something about that."  He 
replied stoically.
	"I'm going to leave you two lovebirds, since I have 
some more errands to run.  Also I have something special 
for you too Cecil."  Agnes said as she retrieved another 
package from her cooler.
	"The mayor makes sure all our new husbands have these.  
They are left over from your reception.  We make them up 
for all of our new white husbands."  
	Before Agnes left she explained how she'd put some 
food coloring into the molded frozen concoction.  Cecil sat 
shocked as he realized what had become of the plastic pan 
of fuck slime drippings.  His wife put the batch of frozen 
Popsicle's in the freezer along with the frozen wedding 
cake.  She counted them carefully.
	"Darling, there are 18 of them.  I like the pretty red 
coloring she added to them.  I was just thinking, since 
it's summer, when the guys come over to see me, I think 
it'd be cute for you to be eating one each time they came 
over."
	"W-What! C-Cheryl.  I-I still c-can't believe this.  
It-It's so perverse a-and degrading to t-think this is-is 
actually happening to me."
	"Now honey, we are in this together.  I want you to 
promise you won't destroy them.  I'll be keeping a record 
of everyone.  And Cecil?"
	"Yes?"
	"You must eat each one completely.  Understood?  Or I 
might have to report you if you don't, worse, I might use 
my remote to give your cute little balls a jingle.  I hate 
to be this way, but because I love you and want to do what 
is right for us under the circumstances,  it's necessary 
that you get with the program here since it's expected of 
you."  His new bride said as she wrapped her arms around 
his neck as he sat at the kitchen table, looking more 
chagrin than ever.
	"I-I understand Cheryl."  He replied in a browbeat 
tone. 
That night after dinner, his wife presented her 
husband with one of the red Popsicle's when her lover for 
the evening came over and the three were sitting on the 
screen porch.
As was the routine, soon his bride and a different 
black man would disappear into their bedroom and leave him 
on the porch.  But tonight there was a new element of 
humiliation.  The humbled subjugated husband had to suck on 
and eat a frozen Popsicle made up from the fuck drippings 
when the townsmen had his wife at their wedding.
Cecil, red as the Popsicle in the face, realized his 
wife had her remote which she fingered as Cecil accepted 
the frozen treat from her.  She wore a very smug wicked 
smile.  Cecil suspected if he didn't eat the chilled 
"spermy delight" he would be soon experiencing hot balls.  
He did as was expected and began consuming the frozen, 
melded cum and pussy fuck slop on a stick.
As is the custom for eating a Popsicle, he first 
licked it, then slowly sucked it.  He didn't expect the 
taste to bother him as much as the very act of what he was 
doing and where he was doing it.  That is since he had to 
taste the same mixed fuck concoction, hot from his wife's 
cunt after each time she got fucked by the townsmen. The 
coolness of the Popsicle was in a way refreshing, but there 
was an aftertaste for sure.  An aftertaste he knew well and 
which he had in his mouth, as he watched his wife and her 
black lover go into the house, arm in arm, toward the 
bedroom.  Cecil, flustered by the overt humiliation, he'd 
just had to endure, heard them chucking at what he'd just 
performed before them.
	Cecil, was hurt that his wife was also giggling, even 
though he knew she was in the throes of her hereditary 
nymph affliction and couldn't be blamed.  He was however 
blameful of the town and it's folks for what he was 
enduring.  Yet he knew he could do nothing.  He sat there 
on the porch with the aftertaste of fuck juices in his 
mouth as he pondered his fate and heard the faint moans of 
the obvious pleasure his wife was receiving from the black 
dick that was invading her soft wet white cuntal flesh.
	Cecil also pondered why he again had an erection as he 
continued to hear the sensuous sounds from their master 
bedroom.


CHAPTER 14: A YEAR LATER: A VISIT BY CECIL'S MOTHER

	"Son, what you've told me is all very interesting.  
But you can't let it get you down.  Even if my new 
granddaughter isn't yours and is wearing quite a tan, the 
baby does have Cheryl's eyes and mouth."
	Cecil, still watery eyed had confessed everything to 
his mother.  He told her every detail, including how he was 
abused and restricted to using rubbers before his wife got 
pregnant.  He sadly told her how even his wife made sure he 
put them on until she was confirmed pregnant.
	"It-It looks like I-I won't be putting it in her 
without rubbers for quite a while, while she's not 
pregnant.  That is, until she's delivered twelve babies."
	To his surprise, his mother didn't seem upset at 
anything her son had told her.  She seemed almost relieved.  
He questioned his mother about her reaction.
	"Actually son, I'm very glad that you'll have someone 
to help you with her needs.  It's unfortunate you've had to 
go through what they put you through, but all in all, it's 
probably what you and she needed for stability and 
happiness in your marriage.  You two will be happy enough. 
She`s got enough men to take care of what your tongue and 
little prick can't do, yet she'll have your love and 
faithfulness too.  Id say that's a pretty good arrangement 
from your perspective and hers.  After all, if she wasn't 
in this town and being a respected slut with dignity, can 
you imagine how you'd be suffering emotionally back home 
and how she'd be looked upon?"
Even though he was silent in response to her question, 
Cecil knew his mom was correct.  He thought about the 
experiences of Cheryl's sisters back home, and how they 
were looked down upon.
"Your silence tells me you see my point.  Now son, in 
view of the positive outcome and goodness of what has 
happened to you two here in Freeville, what else do you 
seriously have to complain about, that is, other than being 
cuckolded, having to wear your shock jockstrap, sucking 
countless loads of black dick cream from Cheryl's well 
fucked cunt, and having had every black man in town put his 
dick in your mouth?"
	Cecil was stunned at his mother's easy acceptance and 
expression that the subjugation in which he was entrapped, 
was beneficial for him and his marriage, and that his 
alleged abuse wasn't really serious. She let it be known 
that not only would she not help him get out of what she 
termed a delightful town and situation, but would do what 
she could to ensure that he stayed and continued to be a 
good citizen, in her words, "this darling town". 
	"And besides Cecil, look at the bright side.  I'll 
have that big batch of grandkids I've always wanted."
	Cecil could only look at his mother and stare.

EPILOGUE:

	Seven years later Cecil is the legal father of five 
richly tanned children, that are the offsprings of his 
wife's couplings with four of Freeville's well hung black 
male citizenry.  As his mother said he would be, he 
accepted and became attached to the five kids and them all 
calling him "Daddy".
	His mother is thrilled at her grandkids and visits 
often to ensure that her cuckolded son is a good daddy to 
his and Cheryl's children, all sired by the good black men 
of Freeville.
	Cecil was also surprised that the Mayor was willing to 
count the fraternal twins Cheryl delivered as two counts 
towards the couple satisfying their commitment of a dozen 
new citizens for the town.
	His wife let him know that getting knocked up by the 
real father of the twins was the best fuck of all the super 
fucks she was frequently getting.  She was looking to get 
knocked up by him again.
	Cecil also knew that more than likely he'd never be 
the father of any of their kids.  He knew it was almost a 
sure bet that his wife was a black man's woman from now on,  
and that she would ever again look upon him as a real man.  
He also knew he was anything but free and probably never 
would be.  
	He knew he was a prisoner physically, mentally, and 
emotionally to his wife, the children, the town folks, and 
to the ever present electronic jockstraps he has to wear.
	Cecil knew that like him, the other trapped white 
husbands in Freeville still loved their wives, and had 
gotten attached to "their children".  Government sponsored 
cuckoldry had indeed become a way of life for them. 


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