Monica Mortified

[InnocentVirgin]

Monica stood silently, listening to the instructions Ethan related in a leering voice. On the floor in front of her, her own travel bags. "It was good of my brother to arrange getting your things, don't you think pretty Monica? Although I must say I found most of it tasteless. I packed up for you - didn't you know? Months ago, little mouse."

He watched her fumble in the bags.. until she found what Mr. Parks had specified. A silly, frilly set of lingerie she'd gotten at her bridal shower. She'd laughed at it then, embarrassed and quite certain she'd be married forever before she had the nerve to wear it.

Given the circumstance of her marriage - she never even took it out of it's protective paper and box. To say it was provocative ... was an understatement. Even the filmy robe that matched the outfit did nothing to add any modesty to it. It was black and red and quite unlike anything Monica would have chosen for herself.

She turned her back on Ethan and changed into it. If this was the price of staying alive and safe, she'd do it.

Ethan watched with avid intensity. He'd fuck her in a minute. He always did like them tiny and helpless. This pregnant wisp of a girl, what could be more helpless? He got hard just thinking how he could make her cry and howl.

But it wasn't his night for her. And now that Jarred had decided to marry her, he'd not get his chance. But he got to finish off the next whore he chose for Malcolm. Her cunt would be all used up ...but he'd have a fine time with her ass. And even a finer time giving her back to Malcolm afterwards.

"Paint your face, too. Like a whore - Glob it on. You got 20 minutes." He was soon bored with watching her, too horny... and decided to do something about it. Sure, it was a little risky...

He slipped into Malcolm's room and opening his trousers he took out his cock. Up on one of the shelves behind a toy was a jar of Fluffernutter. He spread it on his cock and went to the head of Malcolm's bed.

He jostled the mattress with a knee until a sleepy-eyed tousled-headed Malcolm woke up

"Un'le Efan?"

"Look Mal - your favorite! Eat it all up! Yeahhh.. yeah...

"And remember it's our secret, Father would be so angry with you having sweets this time of night... yeah..."

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Tucking himself back in his pants he went to get Monica to escort her to Jarred's suite. He passed the suite on the way and heard Jarred and Dean. Fuck, he'd love to hear what they were arguing about but he knew from experience that Jarred wouldn't take any excuse for tardiness.

But hell, he'd find out soon enough.

And a whore she did look. He laughed when he saw her.

Painted myopic eyes, owlishly looked out between her fall of hair. Ruby lips... pouty lips and garish blush. The sluttish peignoir pushed up her newly lush tits and her belly showed clearly. She tottered drunkenly on heels that weren't meant for walking and shame colored every inch of exposed skin. It may have taken most of her resolve to display herself like this.. but all she had to do was touch her stomach and feel the life there to renew it.

Ethan took her by the arm and led her up to Jarred's. He knocked briskly and opened the door revealing Dean, his lip bloody, and a grinning Mr. Parks.

"Ah.. the bride to be... come in! Come in!"