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 CHAPTER 2 I think just about every man alive who has stood at the altar
waiting for his bride to come down the aisle has butter flies in his gut.
However I don't.  I am not nervous, I'm fucking scared shitless.

   I'm thirty three, never been married.  Shit, married!!  Fuck, I have
never even had a serious relationship, but now I find myself waiting for my
bride who I have only spoken to once and that was an interview on camera
the night she fucked and sucked two dogs, then was gang banged by twenty
men at a bachelor party.

   That night was two weeks ago and I haven't seen or spoken to her since.
I have not even asked her to marry me.

   So, here I am, standing in the same banquet hall where I first laid eyes
on Shannon.  I have a blind fold on my head, because part of the agreement
was I would not speak to her or SEE my bride to be until I say "I do".  And
to top it all off, I don't trust or even like the asshole that has set all
this up.  For all I know, when I say I do, the woman I agreed to marry may
not even be there.  In fifteen minutes I could be marring a dog of a woman
rather than the beautiful Shannon.  Even if Shannon is by my side when I
say "I do" she is being forced by Dave (the asshole) into marring me.  She
may hate my guts, although I can't imagine why she would, she doesn't even
know me.

   So, I think I have good reason to be scared.  In fact I have no idea why
I am actually standing here.  I should have told Dave to forget it long
ago. Yet here I am, in my tux with a blind fold on my head.  "Fuck me!"

   The wedding march starts.  I can hear people scurrying for their seats
and the talking diminishes to a murmur.  A few seconds later the gathering
gasps and excited conservation ripples through the room.

   I feel a piece of cloth or something light brush against my left hand
that is at rest, by my side.  I can smell the perfume and something else
that I can't quite identify, of someone beside me.

   Someone in front of me clears his throat and says, "Dearly beloved, we
are gathered here for a double wedding,"

   I thought, `Double wedding?  What the fuck is he talking about?'

   The voice continues, "You are here to witness the matrimony of Shannon
Sheppard to Woof Bennett and William Ganon.  I am a duly ordained clergy in
this great state of Georgia and am legally recognized as such.

   I tried to swallow but there was only dust in my mouth.

   Again my mind raced and a question surfaced, `Who the fuck is Wolf
Bennett?'

   "Shannon, do you take these to be you're lawfully wedded husbands?"

   There was silence and some movement to my left.  Then I heard a loud
SMACK and a female yelp.

   Then a female to my left said in a tired disgusted voice.  "I do."

   Do you Woof take Shannon for your lawfully wedded bitch?

   Some behind me said.  "What's your name?"

   And I heard a dog go.  "Woof."

   Do you William take Shannon as your lawfully wedded wife?

   Here it is, do I say it?  Am I crazy?

   "I do." Came out of my mouth.

   I heard the crowd go wild, they were laughing and yelling and slapping
each other on the back.

   "Do you have the ring?

   I reached up and took my blind fold off as Dave tapped my shoulder and
handed me a very nice diamond wedding ring.  I held it as to put it on
Shannon but she wouldn't give me her hand.

   I looked to my left and Shannon was indeed there she had on a black lace
veil that came down to her butt, a pair of black patent stilettos and a
black earring in her left ear, nothing else, absolutely nude.  She looked
at me with anger and disgust in her eyes.

   Dave said one word with force.  "CUNT!"

   She stomped her foot, made a pouty face and stuck her hand toward me
defiantly and I slipped the ring on her finger.

   The reverend in front of me said.  "I now pronounce you husbands and
wife.  You may fuck the bride."

   Glaring at me she practically spat.  "I hope you are happy asshole,
because I'll be God dammed if I will let you fuck me unless Dave forces me
to, besides who the fuck wants to be named Shannon Ganon?  Sounds like a
cock sucking cartoon character, asshole."

   Then I heard another "woof" to my left and saw the biggest, most
beautiful mastiff I had ever seen.  Standing on all fours his shoulders
were even with my waist and I could see the ripple if his muscles under a
shiny coat of shirt tan hair.  The dog's massive chest was white and he had
to weigh at least two hundred pounds, probably more.

   Dave slapped me on the shoulder and said.  "Congratulations, meet Woof,
your new husband in-law."

   Then Dave said, "What's your name?"

   The dog went.  "Woof."

   Dave turned to Shannon.  "Prepare for mount cunt."

   Shannon got down on all fours; her legs spread wide and rested her upper
body on her fore arms.  She pressed her fore head to the floor.

   Dave commanded the dog.  "Lick"

   The huge beast moved to lap Shannon's pussy.  Before he got there I
could see cum running down Shannon's leg, then the dog dove in and Shannon
squealed.  Stunned, I tore my eyes from Shannon and the huge mastiff and
gazed about the room.  My friends John and Mike were videotaping the
proceedings.  There were a few of my other friends and work mates gathered
in one corner away from most everyone else.  There were two women in that
group and they looked at me with disdain.  The men just smirked.  The rest
of the room was filled mostly with men who were celebrating.  One guy came
over to me and shook my hand energetically.

   "Congratulations Bill, thank you."

   "For what?" I asked confused.

   "For what?" He parodied back to me.  "For marrying the cunt, Dave said
if you backed out none of us would get to fuck her tonight.  It's party
time!" Then Dave said.  "Mount."

   The Mastiff hopped on Shannon's back and started pounding the shit out
of her.  I watched her get three nuts within the first five minutes of him
tying with her.  After the tan giant coated her cunt with sperm the brute
dragged her around the room, as different guys called the dog to them and
laughed.  A few of them petted her and told her that she was a good bitch.

   The rest of the night was pretty much a carbon copy of the bachelor
party.  Shannon was screwed in all three holes and rarely had an empty
orifice for more than a few seconds as they cluster fucked her.

   At one point during the fiasco after the huge dog just had fucked
Shannon for the third or fourth time.  I overheard two men discussing
Woof's ability to lick his own cock.

   The taller of the two said.  "Man, I wish I could do that!" The shorter
man looked over at him with a crooked smile, and said.  "Give him a treat
and maybe he'll let you."

   By eight am that morning everyone was fucked out and had left or were
passed out on the floor of the banquet hall.  The place was trashed, just
liked after the bachelor party.  Dave was stretched out on top of one of
the tables.  Shannon was lying comatose on the floor in a pool of sperm. 
Woof was in the corner licking his balls and my ass was aching from sitting
dazed for hours in a steel folding chair.  I was the only male at the
gathering that had not fucked my new wife.  Even the reverend boned her
twice, once in the cunt and once in the ass.

   Dave rolled to his feet and staggered toward the exit.

   As he passed through the door, he called over his shoulder. 
"Congratulations on winning the heart of the girl of your dreams and be
sure to take care of my cunt."

   Then the door drifted closed behind him.  I was alone in the hall of my
horrors.  The only sounds were the slurping of Woof's tongue attending to
his hygiene and the snoring of my beautiful slimy bride.

   I sighed, got up, rubbed my ass, stretched and muttered to myself.  "I
hope this isn't going to be a regular thing."

   I went to where my naked wife was dreaming of cocks and sugar plums and
attempted to pick her up.  I barely got her three inches from the floor and
her slippery body splashed back into the cum puddle.  Being brain dead I
attempted this endeavor eight or ten times before it occurred to me that I
was wasting my time.  Looking around the room my gaze fell upon Shannon's
wedding veil.

   I retrieved the black lace garment and looped it around her right leg.
Then slipping and sliding on the jizm slick linoleum, I drug her over to
the double doors at rear of the hall.  Sunlight glistened off of the trail
of cum that led back from where we had just come.  It looked as though a
giant nuclear radiated snail had crawled across the banquet hall floor.

   I swung the double doors open and backed my Ford Econoline van up to
them.  Then I pulled Shannon's legs into cargo area of the van.  In this
position she looked like she was sitting down in a chair only it had
toppled onto its back.  I tried lifting her several times with my arms
under hers and clasped over chest but she slipped from my grasp.  I looked
down at my sperm covered rented tux and wondered how I was going to explain
this to the rental company.  Eventually I did the only thing I could think
of.  I grabbed two hands full of hair and rolled/shoved her through the
rear doors of the van.  I found her shoes and tossed them into the truck
with her and slammed the doors shut.  Then I took Shannon's veil and
threaded it through the dog's collar and led him to the passenger door and
opened it.  He jumped up on the seat and sat with the veil around his neck,
as if he were "king" of all that he observed, even though his floppy ears
were pressed to the head liner of the van.  Then we made the first step on
the long journey that was our new life.

   I backed the van into "OUR" garage at "OUR" house and clicked the remote
door control and it rattled closed.  It seemed very strange to realize that
the house that I had lived alone in for the past eight years was now "our"
house.  I pulled out my cell phone, it was nine fifteen am.  I hadn't worn
a watch for the past six years except for dressy social events.  I guess my
wedding didn't qualify.

   I muttered to myself again.  "If last night was any indication, `our'
house was going to be the least of the strange things that I would be
getting used to."

   I went around and opened the door for Woof and he gracefully hopped down
from his throne and sniffed all the new smells.  I was glad that my back
yard was fenced, because it would allow me to release the dog into the yard
and not worry about him wandering off.

   I opened the rear doors of the Ford and discovered that a new sperm pool
had formed on the floor of my van under Shannon.  Shaking my head I
thought, `If this keeps up I am going to have to get rubber sheets for my
van'.  "Fuck it." I said.

   I figured she couldn't hate me any worse than she apparently already
did, so I just left her there and led Woof into the house.

   I located a pot in the kitchen, filled it with water and set it down in
front of the mastiff.  Woof lapped the cool liquid down with gratitude.  I
didn't have any dog food so opened a package of hot dogs and fed them to
him one at a time.  It was like putting dollar bills into a vending machine
only you didn't have to smooth them out before you inserted them.  I opened
the back door and hustled the dog outside.

   Then I took a shower and made the decision that there was nothing I
could do at that moment to repair the damage that I had done to my life so
I forgot about it and went to sleep.

   One eye opened and I stared at the luminous clock on my night stand.  It
indicated that the time was now three forty five.  I assumed that it meant
pm because it was still light outside.  I had slept for about six hours and
I didn't feel any better than when I had crawled into bed.  I sat up yawned
and stretched my arms above my head and heard a strange noise.  I followed
the sound to the front door and looked out the peep hole.  Nothing there. I
opened the door and my husband-in-law trotted into the kitchen, did that
circle the wagons thing and when he was satisfied he had found the right
spot, plopped down, put his muzzle on his paws and went to sleep.

   I went into the back yard to find out how Woof had gotten out of the
fence and discovered that I apparently had forgotten to close and latch the
gate.  After securing the gate, I took a dish towel from the kitchen and
went to check on my new wife.  I found her as I had left her, naked, curled
up, in the back of my van, only now the sperm on her body had dried and
left a crusty layer over her entire body.  She appeared to have a terminal
case of psoriasis.

   I reached in, shook her and she groaned.  I shook her again harder, and
she rolled onto her back and groaned louder.  I had my hand on her shin and
was about to shake her again when her eyes fluttered open a she stared
blankly at the ceiling of the Ford.  After a moment she looked down and
spied my hand on her leg, she screamed.

   Then she yelled at the top of her lungs.  "Get your fucking hands off of
me!" I jerked my hand from her as if she were a thirteen year old yelling
rape, Then she saw the small towel in my other hand snatched it from me and
held it to her chest in an apparent attempt at modesty.  It seemed that
exposed pussy was not a priority when defending one's modesty.

   "Where the fuck am I?" she screamed.

   "Home." I replied.

   "The fuck you say.  I don't recognize this place."

   "It's my...........our house."

   "Take me home cock sucker."

   "No." she responded.  "I don't watch much TV."

   We sat in silence except for the noise of the TV.  Now she was watching
me with her arm on the back of the couch and her chin resting in her palm.
I glanced at her several times, but she said nothing.  After about thirty
minutes of this she gets up and stretches right in front of me.

   "I'm going to bed." She announced.

   "Ok." I said.

   "Good night." She said, as she bent over to re-stack the magazines on
the coffee table, placing her ass in my face.

   "Goodnight." I said.

   "Are you coming to bed?" she asked, facing me again so close I could
have leaned forward and licked her pussy.

   "I'll join you in a little while." I said.

   Then she left me to my throbbing dick and aching balls.  When the show I
was watching ended I got up and took a shower.  I put on a pair of
underwear some gym shorts over that and a huge "T" shirt that came below my
shorts and got into bed beside her.  She watched me when I came into the
room and as I slid under the sheets.

   I turned out the lights and said.  "Goodnight," and turned my back to
her.  "Goodnight." There was a pause.  "Why did you marry me?"

   "I can't tell you."

   "Why not?" She asked.

   "No, you misunderstand.  I can't, because I don't know why I married
you. It's just that something inside of me wanted to be in your life or you
to be in mine.  I am still confused.  Anyway, Dave gave me only one option
for that to happen and I took it."

   "I bet you wish you hadn't done it now, huh?"

   "No, absolutely not, I mean I am still trying to figure out what being
married to you means, but I don't regret a second of it."

   I rolled onto my back and looked over at her.  She was staring at the
ceiling.  I asked her.  "Why do you hate me so much?"

   She looked into my eyes.  "Because you destroyed my life."

   "How did I do that?"

   "By marrying me.  All my life I have been a possession.  But, when I was
a little girl I had a dream that one day someone would rescue me and love
me and I would belong with someone rather than too someone.  I knew that it
would never happen so I had reconciled and accepted that I would be a
possession and that is all I would ever be.  I had everything figured out.
I had boiled everything down to a simple formula.  I could live my life
being owned, or take my life and be free.  Simple, huh.  So far I have
decided that being owned is good enough for me until it isn't any more.

   "How did my marrying you screw that up?"

   "Our marriage fed the dream, I had everything worked out and my life,
while not very pleasant was acceptable.  I was ok with being a cunt.  My
problem is that I need to be used, otherwise I have no value.  I could live
with not being loved as long as I was needed, even if to be needed meant
being a whore and a slut then here I am.  Then the marriage made the dream
a possibility and if it was possible then it could someday be a reality and
that fucked everything up.  Now nothing is simple anymore.  Hope has reared
its ugly head.  The real pisser is that I understand in my head that the
dream is only a fantasy because I can't be loved, because no one will love
a whore and a slut.  But my heart wants to hang onto the dream.  I hate you
because you can't possibly love me and you will eventually leave me." We
lay there in silence.  Many minutes passed before I finally spoke.  "Yeah,
I can see that your life was really great before I came along and fucked it
up."

   She laughed and slapped me on the arm and we fell silent again although
now we were looking at each other.

   "How come you haven't tried to fuck me?" she asked.

   "Because, I don't want to fuck you."

   "Bullshit.  You want my body.  Your dick has been hard all day.  It's
probably rock hard right now."

   "True, on all three counts" I said.  "I want your body more that you can
even know, but I maintain that I do not want to fuck you.  I want to make
gentle, caring, sweet love to you."

   "So if you want me so bad why haven't you done anything to have me?"

   "I do want you, but I want you to want me more than I want to satisfy my
desire for you and I am willing to wait until you desire me.  I guess the
best way to put it is that I want you to believe and trust that the dream
is really possible.  I am not saying that overnight you change into someone
you have never been.  What I am saying is that you trust that someday,
whenever that day may be, that the dream will come true."

   Tears were running from both of our eyes.

   "I want you now." She whispered.  "I want to believe."

   Whoa, beautiful.  I'm not sure you we are ready.  First I can't tell you
that I love you, although whatever is going on in my head has to be damn
close.  Second, I can't tell you that I will never leave, I don't know if I
will ever be able to say that.

   She looked deep into my eyes and asked.  "Do you believe that the dream
will come true?"

   "Absolutely." I responded.

   "Then we're ready.  Get those clothes off."