An Orgy of Rape: Kardashians, and Jenners, and Hadids… Oh My!
Chapter Eleven – Kris’ Wedding
The Bachelor Party had ended a couple of hours earlier.
Some of the guys had hosed the cum-covered bodies of Kourtney and Kim down and tossed the two women into a locked room to rest before the ‘ceremony’ that night.
Doc lay stretched out on his back on a mattress in a back room. On top of him, riding in an unwilling cowgirl position, sat young Kendall, ball gag in her mouth, and her hands cuffed behind her back. Doc groping hands forced Kendall to sit up straight on his hard cock. The threat of punishment forced the girl to bounce on the rock cock, while the gag squelched all her screams.
Khloe stood very still in the barn while Deacon fitted her curvy form with a full body leather harness; a headgear with bit and bridle, and a tall feathered head dress. Angrily she growled into the metal bit between her teeth as Deacon carefully outfitted her for training as a Ponygirl.
Kylie and the Hadid girls were tasked with gently bathing Kris, and dressing her for her big night.
The rest of the men, sat about, drinking and resting from the party… waiting for the wedding.
The main room of the house had been rearranged all the chairs faced in one direction, facing a cushioned saddle like stool in one corner of the room. Junior stood next to the stool, with Deacon facing out to the men and captive women settling down in the chairs.
In the other room, little Kylie finished her mother’s makeup. Kris looked stunning in her ‘wedding dress’; A beautiful white satin strapless bustier. The cupless lingerie lifted her magnificent breasts and placed them on display for all to see. Garters flowed down from the bustier to white silk thigh high stockings that rose to just a few inches below her bare, uncovered pussy. The white stiletto ‘fuck me’ pumps she wore lifted her ass, making it look even better than it normally did. A small white lace veil covered her hair, and hung down to her neck and the white ribbon choker that looped around her throat.
Steel stepped into the room and pulled Kylie away from her mother. A short towel wrapped around her body was all that barley covered the young lady. One sharp tug from Steel was enough to leave Kylie naked. “Get used to it baby girl”, Steel smiled and chuckled. “You’ll be naked from now on.”
Kylie took the bouquet of flowers that Steel handed her. She was the flower girl. She glanced back quickly at her mother, looking for some sign, some hope that this horrible wedding wasn’t going to happen. She saw nothing but the tiniest tear in Kris eyes, as Steel Took her arm in his, and then pushed Kylie forward as the trio slowly marched down the aisle.
Steele escorted Kris to Junior’s side, then pulled Kylie back to his front row chair, where he seated the naked girl in his lap, as they waited for the ceremony to begin.
Deacon started the ceremony, a twisted version of a standard wedding, with a few special changes. Standing there, her body mostly exposed in the white wedding lingerie, Kris was forced to recite the vows, written especially for her, and especially for this ceremony.
“I Kris, accept you Junior, as my Husband.” Kris stammered a little as she hung her head in humiliation.
“I Kris, accept you Junior, as… my Master.” The tears began to well up in her eyes, as she looked up.
“I Kris, accept you Junior,” Kris gritted her teeth to hold back the crying before finishing, “as my Owner.”
The men applauded and howled in approval, as the girls all sat, shocked by the unexpected sound of Kris words. But the ceremony wasn’t over yet. Junior was about to have his moment in the spot light.
“I Junior, take you Kris, as my Wife.” The young biker pulled Kris close to him as he locked his mouth over hers and forced his tongue into her mouth, while his hands groped her scantily clad body, in a bizarre twist on the traditional wedding kiss, while his fellow bikers and their captive women looked on.
“I Junior, take you Kris, as my Slave.” Junior placed his hands on Kris shoulder and gently pushed her down to her knees. Obediently knowing what was expected of her, Kris opened Junior’s pants and pulled his already stiffening cock out into the open in her lace gloved hands, and slowly began to kiss and lick it, before opening her mouth wide and sliding it down her throat.
A cheer went up from the men as they began to fondle their stunned female prisoners. The women couldn’t believe their eyes. They knew Kris had been forced to suck Junior before, just as they had been forced to suck the cocks of their rapists; but to see her in this bridal lingerie, to hear her pledging herself to her captor, and to see her actually kneel and satisfy him in front of them all was a shock they weren’t prepared for… and there was more to come.
Kris continued to suck passionately on Junior’s schlong, hoping to excite the young man over the edge, and bring this horrible ceremony to an end before its planned climax. But it was not to be. This wasn’t Deacon first wedding, and Junior had dreamed of this moment too long to be denied his victory.
After several long minutes of pleasure, Junior pulled his wet glisten penis from Kris’ mouth, and pulled her back up to her feet. Quickly, Deacon moved the padded saddle stool behind the woman, as Junior turned her around, and forced her to bend over the stool and grab hold of its legs with her hands.
“I Junior, take you Kris, as my Property!” and without another word Junior plunged his still slick cock deep into Kris exposed pussy, causing his unwilling bride to yell in surprise, pain and pleasure. Kris had been told how the ceremony would go in advance. Still, even with that foreknowledge, Junior taking her so roughly, and in front of an audience that included all her daughter, caught her by surprise, and the way her body had reacted to it all caught her off guard as well.
Within moments of the start of the assault on her pussy, Kris body began to tremble and fairly gush with excited lubrication. She tried to look up and find the faces of her girls, but the hard pumping of her husband’s cock in her cunt caused her to close her eyes and moan at the sensation.
Then suddenly Kris realized she had just thought of Junior as her husband. “No,no, no” Kris thought to herself. “This can’t be happening. He’s forcing me. He’s not my husband.” Just then Junior slapped his bride’s ass, just to make her scream. “Oh, spank me Master… use me.” Kris eyed widened in horror. What had she just said? Why was this all going so wrong? Why was she responding to his touch? Why was she pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts?
Suddenly, over the chanting of the men and the crying of the women, Kris felt Deacon felt deacon grab a hand full of her short hair and pull her head up for all to see her face as he finished his part of the ceremony.
“I now pronounce you, husband and wide. Junior, you may now cum in your bride!”
The women in the room squealed in shock at the sound of Deacon’s closing words, and the sound of Junior’s growl as he approached the wedding’s finale; but one of that matched the shock of what they heard next.
“Oh… that’s it Junior. Fuck me! You own me now, use ME!” Even Kris was stunned by the words pouring from her mouth as the last of her resistance collapsed. “I’m your slave, please fuck me Master, please, fuck your sex slave. I want it… I want it so bad. It’s our wedding, I want you to cum inside me soooo bad. Please cum in me, cum in your wife.” Kris was shouting now, all signs of struggle disappeared as she gave in to her lust, and resigned herself to serving her new Husband/Master/Owner.
“Please, I want my husband’s cum. I want it inside me so bad.” Kris licked her lips in anticipation. She looked up at her daughter and the Hadid girls. She thought about the bikers in the room raping them, raping them all, over and over again. The men had already begun groping, and fondling them, and Bella and Gigi were already being forced to kiss each other and entertain Wolf. The sight of a gangrape in its starting moments would have repelled Kris only days earlier; but now the scenario that was playing out before her only excited her more. The thought of her daughters being raped at her wedding as she was being taken by her new husband started her blood to boil, and the warm rush to start rolling over her body.
“Oh god, I love you. I love my husband. I love the way you fuck me. I LOVE THE WAY YOU RAPE YOUR LITTLE WIFE!” Kris head was whipping about as she felt Junior’s hands grasp her breasts. “Yes… play with my tits. I love it when you play with my tits! I love it when you play with my body. I love it when my husband uses me!” Kris could tell it was almost time, and did her best to make the moment a special one for her new husband.
“Oh, oh, oh… please give me your cum, please cum in me. I’ll do anything you want, just please give me your cum. Oh, you can have anything you want. I’ll suck your cock… you can fuck my tits, you can fuck my pussy… you can fuck my ass. I’ll do anything you want! Please, please give me your cum.”
Now Kris pulled out her last card, one she knew was guaranteed to make Junior shoot his load in her. ”You want my daughters? You want my little girls? I’ll give them to you… I’ll help you rape them. I’ll train them to do anything you want.” The sound of their mother offering them up as rape toys was the final straw. The daughter all began to cry and beg for help as the aroused bikers now began tearing off what little clothes they had, and helped themselves to their helpless bodies.
But just as the gangrapes were about to begin, Steele stood and shouted, “NO!” the room fell silent except for the sound of Junior fucking his new bride. “This is Junior’s wedding. No one gets to cum before he does.”
With that all eyes turned on Junior and Kris, and the men began chanting, “Cum,cum, cum.cum,”
Urged on by his fellow biker’s Junior exploded into Kris wet waiting pussy.
“Yes, yess, oh god yes. I love it! I love your cum.” Kris was shouting at the top of her lungs. “I love feeling my husband cum inside me. I want more. I want more cum. Please fuck me more. Please rape your wife!” Kris pressed back hard against Junior, her greedy pussy taking every drop of his spunk it could and still looking for more.
Spent, but still charged, Junior pulled Kris up from the stool, turned her around, and picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Mmmmmmmm…” Kris purred. “What are you doing? Where are you taking me Junior?”
“I’m taking my new bride to bed. It’s your wedding night, and you’re going to spending it getting fucked.” Junior smiled as he patted her beautiful ass.
As they walked out of the room, the other men were finally allowed to have their way with the other women. Kris caught glimpses of each of her girls.
Kourtney was sucking cock already. Kim’s tits were being mauled and fondled, as another biker forced his way into her squirming ass. Khloe was flat on her back with her legs spread wide in the air. Steele had bent Kylie over the now abandoned padded saddle stool. And Kendall was once again being raped by Junior’s grandfather, Doc.
Watching her daughters being violated again, Kris closed her eyes and smiled. “Mmmm… I want some more of my husband’s cum.”
NEXT TIME ... CHAPTER 12> All good things and NOT so happily ever after