[InnocentVirgin]

Monica stood woodenly between Parks and a whey-faced woman that stood silently and merely nodded when she was introduced as the housekeeper. Evidently the passing of Mrs. Parks necessitated the additional help.

It had been educational - being moved from the cellar to her own room. A maid with thin pursed lips in a dowdy skirt and shirt had silently tidied her room after she rose. The silence of these servants was deafening and none would meet the eyes of Monica.

In early afternoon, the maid, Carla, returned with an armful of packages and told Monica to pick a dress for the ceremony. She went through them with desolate resolve and dull eyes, fingering the expensive silks in varying shades of ivory. Mr. Parks had thought of everything it seemed. No one had spoken to her since the examination by Bert. When she learned she was carrying twins. No word from Dean. Just terse instructions from the maid. Carla made her bathe and she went through the ordeal of an enema and another body shave. She did her hair and makeup. Monica moved with deliberate slowness, unwilling to exert herself for fear of bringing on new contractions. Her vagina ached and she felt bruised and her breasts were livid testimony to her maltreatment. She wouldn’t look in the mirror.

At seven pm precisely, Monica was escorted by Bert, following the housekeeper, Rose, down the carpeted hall in her off-white finery.

She could smell the priest. Her belly heaved with the stench of spent whiskey. She stared at the priest in his ceremonial finery.

Why the Church? What a sick mind Parks had. No civil ceremony for him. And it seemed he had this priest in his pocket as well as the Church. Otherwise, there was no way for this marriage to be sanctioned. She felt another betrayal.

Her head started to feel light and she swayed. Just as the words of the wedding mass began, in tromped Malcolm and Dean.

“Dis.....” he corrected himself quickly, “This my new Mommy?” he questioned his father as he was pulled into the position of best man.

Dean stared at the floor.

“Yes, Malcolm, this is your new Mother.” Jarred smiled benignly, a potentate on his throne couldn’t look more snide and content at the same time.

“Hi! Mom!”

It was evident that Malcolm didn’t recognize her as the bride he’d ‘taken’ a few months back. The whole situation was bizarre on so many levels, Monica couldn’t begin to count them, but the ceremony began anew and Monica’s stomach kept clenching and roiling while the priest slurred through the mass. Surreal images of the faces around her whorled in her head and she nearly gagged on the Host when offered.

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Mr. Parks paid Monica a visit late, just as she was getting into bed.

He strode in, leaving the door open and sat on a Victorian lounger by the heavily draped windows, opening his robe and legs.

“Get your nightgown off and suck me... since you can’t be a proper wife. You can at least not be entirely useless.”

She swallow against rising bile and did as he ordered, drawing her nightie up and laying it primly on her bed. “No - get up.. No crawling for now. That useless quack said it’s a no-no.” His voice took on an ugly southern drawl, mimicking Bert. She went on her knees before him and made him hard. “Use your hands, too, BRIDE.” He knew that would disgust her and it did. She had to swallow repeatedly to keep from regurgitating from disgust alone. God damn you, she railed silently and frustrated tears leaked down her freshly washed cheeks.

Monica thought him pure evil. She wanted to scratch his face until bloody then strike him down and kick him until she couldn’t any longer. He’d told her after the ceremony he’d wired her parents, telling them of their ‘elopement’, elaborating that he’d been in contract with them for a while... spinning a tale of sordid adultery now made clean and pure by the Church.

Her throat closed on his cock and she gagged hard, nearly vomiting.

He loved it! and gave her a brief moment to recover before pushing his hips up from the lounge and pulling her head down at the same time, forcing her to take all his cock in her mouth. He humped a few times, letting his balls tighten before releasing his grip and settling back down. It wouldn’t do to cum so quickly.

After all, it was his wedding night.