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The Mob's Price

Part 4

for faceless_lord

by Draconicon

Gina spent a little more than a week at the brothel under the orders of Mr. Smalls. He came to see her while she was with a client, and while he was rather pleased with what he saw, he seemed to believe that she could be even better. So, Gina was put through another three days before the end of her training and conditioning. Not that she minded, at that point. The extreme use, the training, even the casual re-writing of part of her mind - all of which she was entirely aware of - was something that just got sexier the longer that it went on.

By the time that her stay at Mama Fulini's place came to an end, she was almost sad to see it go. She hugged the otter Madame goodbye, gave each of the other workers a good, tight embrace - and got a good bit of fingering in before she was let loose - before finally making her way to the limousine waiting for her outside the establishment. The big-breasted otter waved her goodbye from the front door, and Gina waved back from the window of the limo as it drove off.

Mr. Smalls sat beside her in the back, and the bull chuckled as they rolled out of sight. She put the window up as he rubbed her thigh.

"Seems like you're quite a different person to what you used to be."

"That's your fault," she said with a pouting smile.

"That's true. But you definitely changed."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No. My son will be most pleased with the wife he's getting."

"Your son? That's...that's who's getting me?"

"Of course. I'm too old to keep up with someone like you, but him? Oh, he'll love you."

She didn't know what to say. Some part of her had almost forgotten that she was going to be a show bride in addition to a whore, but all things considered, she didn't mind that much. As a matter of fact, having someone that was younger rather than the middle-aged or older clients that she had been used to lately was a nice change of pace. And marriage? That was something that was almost like an ownership contract, which felt rather kinky. She smiled, nodding.

"Heh, that's a good girl."

The older bull tapped her lips the way someone else would have been tapped on the nose, and she blushed at the pleasure swell that followed. She didn't know why that felt so good, why her lips had been targeted like that, but it did work. It really did make her feel good.

"We're getting you fitted for a dress today."

"A proper wedding dress?" she asked.

"No. A slave dress."

"But -"

"You might be a bride, but that doesn't mean you get a normal wedding."

She slowly nodded. That made sense, and she was suddenly curious. Just how far were they going to take this whole thing, she wondered? How much of a wedding would this be, really, compared to what normal people had?

The answer, it turned out, was quite a bit less normal. The prep time had gone by over the course of six hours, and while she had been fitted for a dress and brought to a church, she had also been hopped up on a number of other things. First of which were the little programs that Mr. Smalls had running through the circuitry in her feet.

"Ah...ah...mmmph..."

Gina hopped from one high-heel to the other as much as she was capable of. The leg-spreader was back, applied as soon as they got out of the car. The back room of the church didn't allow for the sort of wide-legged pacing that she wanted to do when she was getting tortured like this, so she had to just settle for standing on one foot, then the other -

"Mmmph!"

Another blast. This time, rather than the cold that had been going through her feet, it was more of a shock. The little spark danced from one part of the circuit down there to another, like a little needle stab dancing from the arch of her foot to the ball, then along the toes, then to the heel, and then -

"Mmmph!"

On the stirrup of the foot, and then back to the arch. Each shock was almost like the feeling of a tattoo needle going through her sole, quick, sharp, but not quite agony. Still not good, but not as bad as it might have been.

Of course, if it wasn't for the fact that her dress was rather atypical, she would have been wrecking the front of it with pre-cum from all the torment pleasure that the foot torture was giving her. She blushed as she turned, looking at herself in the mirror and taking in the sort of person that would be walking to the altar today.

Gods...no hiding this anymore, is there?

The dress hugged her along the sides and back, even over the hips, but her crotch and her chest were cut-out, looking like a bondage dress with the way that her breasts were lifted in silk fabric and thrust forward. Her cock and balls were restrained by the rings, still, thrust forward, with the head of her shaft fitted with a bucket that hung around the end of her throbbing shaft. Every time that she had a twitch of arousal down there, she had a sudden swell around the rest of her shaft, the rings coming tight, and the pre-cum falling into the bucket with a drip, drip, drip. It was a way to keep from messing the floor, she supposed, but it was still humiliating to be carrying around a bucket of her own juices like that.

She squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling of the arm-binders keeping her hands behind her back, keeping her arms linked all the way up to the elbow. They wouldn't move, of course. They were tighter than anything that Mama Fulini had put on her, and the sensation of helplessness, of clumsiness, wouldn't go away. She had been utterly broken to enjoy this sort of thing now, and she didn't know how to handle being so horny from being exposed.

God, what is this going to do to me? What is the groom going to do with me out there?

She didn't know if they would actually go so far as to consummate their wedding right there in front of everyone else, but considering the way that Mr. Smalls was running this, she doubted that the bull had the sort of difficulty of seeing a family member fuck. She groaned under her breath, huffing into the gag fitted into her mouth, still feeling the pleasurable tingle from the collar keeping her good and happy with everything.

The only things that she had that would be replaced were the anal plug inside her right that moment and a few rings on her toes. She had been told that a slave didn't wear rings on their fingers, but rather on their toes, a lowly mark of ownership for the person that had taken them in. She groaned in anticipation, curling her toes into the carpet through the open-toes of her high heels.

God...god...

She was struggling even to think with the plug throbbing in her ass, keeping her attention back there until the shocks came back to her feet, and that in turn held her attention until the nipple clamps started vibrating again, and that -

"Mmmph!"

She kept getting hit with one stimulation after another, keeping her from settling or getting used to the whole thing. She whimpered, her cock bucket half-full already, and she was sure that it was on the verge of overflowing. She could have looked down and checked, but she didn't. Not now. Not when she was already on the verge of being overstimulated. She didn't want to take it from physical to mental.

A knock at the door took three repetitions to hold her attention for long, and she grunted loudly against the gag. The door opened, and Mr. Smalls stepped in. The older bull smiled as he looked down at her, walking up behind her and grabbing her ass.

"If I was just a decade younger, you'd be mine," he muttered. "And I'd wear this ass out every day."

"Mmmph..."

"But my son will make good use of you."

"Mmm-hmm."

"You're going to be a good bimbo wife for him, aren't you?"

Gina nodded, her thick lips pressing down a bit more on the gag before she moaned from the pressure.

"Hehehe, that's what I thought. Good girl. Now, come on."

He turned her by the arms, dragging her out of the dressing room and into the halls of the church. The entire place had been rented out to him and his goons for the day, and she doubted that the average priest had been pulled in to officiate. Considering the fact that everyone that they passed openly leered at her, she imagined that her first use by her new husband would probably result in something like a gangbang after. It depended on how much his son wanted to share her, and how much he wanted to possess her.

She just realized that she didn't even know what her husband's name was. She hadn't met him yet, dragged this way and that across the city, only told that she would be marrying the boss's son.

Who is he? she wondered. What's he like?

Gina hoped that he was at least someone that was rather dominant, rather interested in using her hard. If she was going to be owned, she wanted it to be a good, kinky ownership, not something that would go stale quickly. She was willing to do the housewife thing, but she knew that she needed more than that in return. The husky needed someone that would push her down, that would pull her tail, that would keep her in her place as a good little bimbo. She had become so used to the feeling of being owned and humiliated and used that going without that feeling just...felt wrong.

Please be good.

Mr. Smalls took her to the door of the chapel, leaving her there for the moment. He gave her a pat on the ass, stepping into the main room, and she realized that she was alone. For once, for the first time in days, she was completely alone, without supervision, guards, or security around her.

The husky slowly turned, looking back to the front door of the church. It was unguarded. Nobody was there to stop her. She could, if she wanted, turn and run right then and there, and keep running until a cop found her. It would be the only way out of this. She'd get what she wanted...

Or...had wanted.

The husky realized, even though she was being handed over to a life enslaved to someone else, she no longer wanted to run off. She no longer wanted to be rescued. The heat burning under her tail notwithstanding, she knew that she needed to be here, knew that she had been broken to some extent. The training, the conditioning; it didn't matter that she knew that it had happened. Self-awareness wasn't a cure in this case. It just made the whole thing that much more sensual, that much more amazing for her.

She huffed under her breath, shifting from one transparent high heel to the other, whimpering as she imagined what would happen to her if she did try to run. It wasn't the punishment that scared her, it was the humiliation and the getting caught and the use that aroused her. The husky half-bent in place, almost offering her ass to empty air from the need that it aroused in her and how hard she clamped down on the plug inside her.

I'm broken...I want this...I need this...

That was what she realized at that moment. She had been pushed so far that a normal life was no longer in the cards for her. Sure, she could try to run, but even thinking of that felt like she was trying to punish herself rather than living the life that she needed to live. No freedom seemed to be good for her; she wanted to be in bondage, wanted to be in service, wanted to be a good little girl that took cock and made others feel good.

Her cock throbbed, the bucket swaying, almost leaving some stains on the floor as the juices inside swept almost over the rim before she got control again. She took a few deep breaths, shaking her head.

Can't run. Have to stay.

The decision was easier than she expected, and she stared straight ahead, not wanting to tempt herself with anything else after having made that decision.

The door opened again, and Mr. Smalls smiled at her.

"Come on. They're waiting."

"Mmm..."

"You're beautiful, slut."

"Mm-hmm."

"Come meet your husband."

She let him take her arm, marching her through the door, and she stepped into view of the rest of the congregation.

There were dozens of mobsters of various ages and species, though it seemed that only the men had been invited to the wedding. She didn't know if that meant that her curious fantasy would come true towards the end of the wedding, or if she was just imagining things. What the husky did know was that she was being marched along rather quickly, forcing her to wobble, and each movement showed off her tits and ass to those that were watching.

Surprisingly, some of the mobsters also looked down at her cock, licking their lips. She wondered if some of them were secret sluts, wanting the idea of some feminine person with a cock to rail them. That sent a little tingle down to her cock, too. She didn't want to be on top, precisely, but the idea of being someone's dildo wasn't entirely out of the question, she realized.

At the end of the aisle, standing beside the altar, was a tall, muscular bull. He looked like the sort of guy that was just getting ready to graduate college, probably playing ball on the college team. The sort of heavy-set shoulders that looked like they could push through anything, the sort of hardy build that looked like it could take anything, and -

Mmmmmm...

She let out a throaty moan against the gag as she looked down and saw that the bull had a bulge that rivaled his father's, possibly even bigger than that. It looked like it was snaking down one trouser leg, reaching halfway to the knee, at least. That was going to be an ass-stretching thing, and she looked forward to how that would feel. She wanted to know how that would put her into her place.

The older bull passed her up to the altar, turning her so that her breasts and cock faced towards the younger bull. The priest, a mouse that looked completely beaten down, didn't look up from his Bible. Instead, he just shivered and shook until the other bull elbowed him.

"Get on with it," the groom muttered.

"Y-yes sir," the mouse whispered. "Um, uh, dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to-to bear witness to the union of the...the slave and master..."

The dialogue was already changing, and her cheeks burned as she realized that she wasn't even getting the standard sort of oaths and vows that other people might have gotten. Not that she felt that she needed them, but she had slightly expected them. The bull looked down at her with a smirk, and Gina did her best not to feel like she was being too humiliated. A little bit, just a little bit under the taller man, but not too much. Just enough for sexual seasoning as she stood there so close to being in the nude.

"Um...um...Slave Gina..."

Oh god.

"Do you vow to - to obey your husband in all things? Do you vow to satisfy him, to hold him to high pleasures, to offer yourself as...as and how...you are commanded...to whoever...and whatever...he orders..."

The priest had to stop, his cheeks burning almost as much as hers, and then more as he looked at the words that he had been given to read. The sheer fact that he had been forced to go through this much smacked of sacrilege of some sort, but that was almost hotter than the alternative. She did her best not to squirm, even as she felt the little stings on her feet beginning again.

"Do you vow...to do whatever your master desires...learning to obey...learning to serve...and taking pleasure in your place...for as long as you...both shall live?" the mouse managed to squeak out.

"Mmm-hmm!" Gina grunted past the gag, nodding to make sure that it was clear.

The crowd chuckled. Surprisingly, the chuckles didn't sound malicious. If anything, they sounded a little amused, sure, but also just satisfied, as if this was the right way to be doing things rather than the way that the rest of the world did. She found herself rather of the same opinion. The servitude was the right way forward. One had to do, and the other had to abide. She would enjoy being the one that did for another.

The mouse cleared his throat, trying to keep moving forward, but he clearly didn't have the gumption for this sort of thing. He was struggling with every word that passed his lips, as he showed when he turned to the bull.

"And...and do you...Master Samuel Smalls..."

Finally, a name. Samuel. Master Samuel. That was a nice name.

"Do you vow...to take charge of your slave...to care for her...to see to her needs...as she will see to yours...and make sure that she...she never sees the need...to seek a different position...that she will...oh god..."

"Keep reading," Samuel muttered.

"This is..."

"Keep. Reading..."

"That she will be addicted to you...dependent on you...needing your...body and cock...for the rest of her life...do you so swear to treat her...for as long as you both shall live?"

What a raunchy sort of vow, but one that she could certainly get behind. Much more interesting than to have and hold someone for the rest of one's life, and certainly more intense. She realized that she was smiling around her gag at her husband and master to be, and she didn't mind it one little bit. Whatever was left of Greg, the hesitant, barely there husky that didn't know what he wanted, disappeared in a flash of mental smoke. What was left was Gina, the slave, the eager little slut that wanted all of this, that wouldn't have to worry about another thing in her life.

Samuel smiled at her, and slowly nodded. The bull reached out, crooking a finger under her collar and then into it.

"I do."

"Then...I pronounce..."

The mouse looked out at the audience, almost as if he was begging someone to stand up and say something against this marriage. There was nothing. Every mobster in the room was clearly on the side of the couple, not on the side of decency. In this room, decency was dead.

"I pronounce...you...Master and Slave...Husband and Wife..."

"Heh...may I kiss the bride?"

"You...may....ugh."

With that, the priest finally gave in to the inevitable and keeled over backwards. He flopped out against the altar, the Bible going flying off in a different direction, while his shoes clunked solidly against the stage. The whole church broke out laughing at that, and Gina had to admit that she was giggling behind her gag at the sight of the priest having lost it so badly. It was something that she had never imagined seeing; then again, this was something well past the bounds of decency, and it was something that most men of the cloth tried to pretend didn't exist.

Samuel reached out for her, pulling her cock bucket off of her shaft. He laid the pre-cum off to the side, obviously saving it for something, and then pulled at the tight bindings of the gag around the back of her head. It came loose, and he lifted it from her lips, allowing it to hang down over her collar. Gina drooled for a moment, coughing slightly from the sudden ease of movement in her jaw, but managed to smile.

"You're fucking hot, slave," Samuel muttered.

"Thank you. You're even better."

"I know."

He leaned in and they kissed. The touch of lips to lips was just as erotic as the touch to them in the car had been, and she shivered as her cock spasmed. She moaned out loud as he tilted her head to the side, keeping the kiss going, his tongue playing over her lips. Each little touch left her shaking, her knees going and forcing the bull to help her stay standing. Her cock pointed towards the audience, spitting pre-cum in longer strings towards them, almost like he was putting on a show with how sensitive she was.

That was hotter than it should have been. Way, way hotter, and her cheeks burned when the kiss finally ended. He smirked at her.

"Man, I love those lips..."

"They're just for you."

"They're going to be wrapped around my cock in a minute."

"Why in a minute?"

"Still gotta do the plugs and rings, slut."

"Oh, right."

"Go to the altar and pull that dress up..."

She was going to be exposed in front of everyone, she realized. As she walked towards the altar, pushing the priest to the side, she could hear someone bringing something up. Heavy footsteps, the clatter of metal on metal. Probably the rings and plug on a tray, being brought by someone that might have otherwise been the ring-bearer for the ceremony. She shivered quietly, lifting the back of her dress.

Gina still couldn't get over how curvy she had become over the course of her training, and what it had done to her body. She had become something of a bombshell, someone that could have - and possibly would - grace the covers of porn magazines. She imagined that her new husband could make some serious cash making her do that, even though it would need to be some specialized magazines for her body.

As she held her tail up, using it to keep her dress out of the way and show that she had no panties on, she had to wiggle her fingers to keep the blood flowing through her arms. The arm-binder was doing a number on her circulation, but the helplessness was more than worth it. She enjoyed this. She enjoyed this a lot.

Finally, Samuel walked up. She felt his fingers against her taint, and then against her pucker, rubbing against the rim of her asshole and then dragging against the plug that was already inside of her. The husky whimpered, a soft whine coming from her throat as her ears went back.

"Heh, don't worry. You're going to get another one. A better one."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Thank - MMMPH!"

He yanked the plug out before she was ready, but the feeling was still pretty damn hot. The sensation of that popping feeling leaving her ass rather open, the sensation of being forced open so far and so rough, was just the sort of thing she needed. Did she care that she was desecrating a holy altar with all the pre-cum she was squirting? Not a bit. If anything, that made her all the more eager.

She raised her ass that much higher, showing off her stretched pucker, only for the bull to finally introduce her ass to something else. It was thick, heavy, rounded at the top, and she could feel a pattern that was almost scaly on it. It felt almost dragon-like, something like an egg, maybe. She shivered as it started sliding past her pucker, easily at first, but then thicker, and thicker, and thicker still. Soon, it almost felt like she was getting a fist shoved up her ass.

"Mmmph..."

"Almost in there, slut."

"How much...how big..."

"Bigger than the other."

"Mmmph...nnngh!"

Big, yeah. Very big. It felt almost as long as the last cock that she'd taken, and much thicker. She gasped as it made her hole burn, hot and almost painful, the width and stretch beyond her normal limits, but it felt so good. A little more, a little further, and just when she thought it would be too much -

POP!

Gina swore the plug had punched the air right out of her lungs from just how huge it was. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets in that moment, her stomach feeling like it had just dropped out from inside of her completely. Everything went woozy, her legs went limp, and if she hadn't been leaning over the altar, she would have fallen to all fours right then and there.

The plug was the biggest thing, bar none, that she had taken into her ass up until that point. It was so big, so round, so fat, and so heavy that it was pressing on all of her sensitive spots simultaneously, and it felt like it was trying to slide itself back out of her ass from its own sheer heft. She had to squeeze down on it hard to keep it where it was, to keep it from sliding right back out and hitting the floor from just how much it pulled.

"Ah...ah..."

"Heh, that'll give you some good training. The more you hold onto that, the better you can hold onto my cock."

"Nnngh...so...big..."

"Don't get spoiled. You'll get even more with my dick."

"Are you...bigger?"

"Much."

The idea of dealing with someone with a cock bigger than this plug almost scared her. Almost. The training had done a lot to push her limits and change her outlook on things, and one of the things that had changed most was that the things that had scared her, challenged her, were now things to look forward to. The more that she could push her own limits, the better, because that would make her a better person.

Smiling a shaky smile, she clenched down hard as she felt him lift her feet up, one after the other. The high heels came off, and the rings went on. One cool band after another, sliding down her toes, marking her. One was silver, the other gold. She didn't know how she knew without looking, but there was just that feeling, that sense of rightness, that she was going to wear two different marks down there.

She wiggled her toes just to feel the new bands down there. A good girl should know the feeling of her own marriage band, and a good slave should know the feeling of their markings. The soft metal slid smoothly against her digits, and her smile grew as she realized just how pretty they would probably look. More reasons to go barefoot, too, to show off what she was among the rest of the gang.

Then, finally, she was allowed to move. Gina shifted her position, going from laying over the altar to going down to her knees. Her arms were tied behind her back, still, but now, she felt like she was in her proper place, looking up at her husband, her master. The bull loomed over her, his cock throbbing in his pants, slowly rising along his thigh.

I have to see it.

Knowing that she needed to take this further, hoping that she was guessing her purpose correctly, the husky leaned in. She dragged her nose along the bulge in his pants, working her way higher and higher. When her nose and puffy lips found Samuel's zipper, she looked up at him for a moment, waiting for permission. For a half-second, he looked like he might deny her.

But then, he smiled. He nodded.

"Go on, slave."

"Mmm..."

"Show everyone what you want."

"I want you, Master."

"Then go on."

She had to work a bit to get hold of the zipper with her teeth, flicking it with her tongue a couple of times, before finally biting down on it. She dragged it down, bit by bit, the hit of musk coming from inside sending shivers down her spine. She had no idea how badly she had needed this, but god, she did.

As soon as it was all the way down, she used her tongue to flick the button open. She had learned a few tricks like that in the brothel, and they were standing her in good stead here. She tilted her head up, back, and forward, nosing his pants open until the waistband slipped over, his cock slid up and out -

And her eyes went wide. The sheer girth of that shaft was just as good as she'd expected - probably a good three inches across - but it was the length that made her drool. It looked like something that would have been hanging off the belly of a feral horse, something that would go down her throat and then some, gagging her with every thrust.

It was a cock that could own her, and she could not be happier.

She licked her lips before slowly dragging the head of the shaft into her mouth. It was easier now, easier than it had ever been to just submit to the needs of the man in front of her. She didn't want to fight, didn't want to change what her fate was. She just wanted cock, just wanted domination.

Each breath brought another hit of his musk into her lungs. While it wasn't the mind-numbing, brain-twisting smell of the brothel, it was more specific. Her canine instincts locked to it, memorizing it, storing it away as the smell of the master, the smell of the one that owned her. This was the smell that would always be the one she came back to, the one that held her, owned her. She moaned as she flicked her tongue along his shaft, taking it further into her mouth and feeling the pre-cum drizzling over her tongue.

Samuel was starting to pant from her attention, his hand moving to the back of her head. She knew what was coming, and she breathed in deep, holding it just before -

Squelch. He slammed her head down into his crotch, forcing the majority of his massive cock down her throat. It went further than anything that she had been trained on in the brothel, and her eyes went back in their sockets to the point that she was effectively blind. She gagged, gasping for breath despite holding it, but it wasn't enough. He had already started thrusting away, rutting her throat, fucking it harder and faster than she was ready for. She drooled around his cock, oozing around it, and her cock...

Her cock spat pre-cum between the bull's legs, letting everyone see the sort of slut she was, how much she gloried in the pleasure of being used. She was a little bitch, a little whore inside, and she had finally found the one that would make the best use of her. Even as she desperately swallowed around his thick cock, even as she clenched down and shaped her throat to his rod, she could feel herself sinking into servitude. His scent, his cock, his rings, his presence had claimed her.

This is me...

That was what echoed through her as she was throat-fucked. She wanted to be this bitch. She wanted to be this slut. And now, she was.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Yeah, that's it...take it...take it and show everyone...how lucky a man I am..."

And he was. He was lucky to have her. She thrust her head forward on the next mouth-fucking, throat-busting bob, taking him to the balls, and moaned as he oozed down her throat.

Mine...and his...

The End

Summary: Gina is finally brought for the wedding, and what a wedding it is...

Tags: M/S, M/Intersex, Perverted Wedding, BDSM, Bondage, Master/Slave, Husky, Bull, Mouse, Fainting, Foot Fetish, Anal, Anal Toy, Plug, Oral, Blowjob, Throat-Fuck, Size Difference, Musk, Sacrilege,