A Wedding - Sex Stories

A Wedding

... medically unfit she would be branded and compelled to copulate with all who wished, at the brothel for the first two hundred, then at home or an upmarket brothel if she wished but always with the brand whore burned across her forehead and a neon sign “Whore” sign outside her residence, so that any man whether using drugs or not might try to inseminate her in the hope she might procreate, so few men now could hold an erection that perhaps she might never conceive, or worse still carry an infant damaged by the drugs. Kriska nodded. “Can I ask?” “No you must take any unmarried man here who offers unless there is more than one and then I choose” He told her then whispered “Point or nod at which one you want if that happens.” The Reverend began the sad task, but what man would commit to a life of supporting a wife without a cast iron dowry agreement in place, and Kriska had a younger sister for the family to consider, her dowry could be doubled if Kriska became a whore. Bryn Jones yearned for the old days when he would simply have taken Kriska himself but with so many swarthy little kids and girls demanding alms from the church the fathers had to act and ban him, so now he tried to sell the idea of a life with ice maiden Kriska to the boys from her school, each in turn asked if they wished to take her, knowing that by so doing if she conceived they would be bound to her by law until a girl child was of age or a boy married. Kriska had never had much time for boys, since her ...

... parents selected Jonathan, she just froze them out, “The Ice Maiden” and now she tried to look irresistible as the tears streamed down her face. The boys, sitting in their class attainment positions highest to the front, one by one shaking their heads or saying no. “Might as well wait and have her down the public” one muttered. The straight A set all responding negatively, then the reverend moved on the football team, nothing then the retards, Shaun Hillman, what about you? Asked the reverend. Eyeing the bulge in Shauns trousers. “I had a Viga earlier sir sorry” And then his gaze swept the last row. “I’ll try” Kiska’s heart stopped, it was Jamie, her fathers servant, the lawn man, she did not want to bear a retard. “No” shouted Kiska, but Jamie was already walking towards her, “He is on Viga” “Are you? Jamie, are you?” “Yes, he is always hard, it is unnatural” shouted Kiska. “Test me Reverend” Jamie requested, “I grow hard at the mere thought of kissing Kiska.” “Test him Reverend please” Kriska called plaintively, “I would rather be a Public whore than take him.” She knew it was a cruel trick, Jamie always took Viga, that’s why he always had an erection. Bryn Jones took the small grey T shaped machine from its shelf beside the organ and wiped the sensor over Jamie’s forehead, it hummed faintly then turned green. “It must be broken” he announced “It shows zero.” “Try it on Mark” Jamie suggested and the Reverend agreed, a single wipe and the reading soared. “Dear Friends Jamie is ...