Blackmailed Bride Ch. 04

For those who haven't read the note at the end of Chapter 1, I am repeating it to say this is going to be a fairly long story with multiple chapters. While the story in general falls in the non-consent/reluctance category, every chapter won't contain scenes of non-consent. Also, this is a fantasy and should be recognized as such. In this particular fantasy world, sexually transmitted diseases don't exist. This is the chapter where things really start falling apart for our heroine, and where things start to heat up a little. Please enjoy.

Blackmailed Bride, Ch 4

Wedding Ceremony

Tiffany's alarm clock went off at six AM. We both got up, brushed our teeth, showered, and met Yvonne and Taylor in the kitchen. Everyone was dressed to go. Yvonne had started coffee already. Tiffany started Taylor on making whole wheat toast and put out a selection of protein packed things to put on it; thin sliced ham, peanut butter, cheese. When I got my toast, I added the ham and some cheese with a hint of mustard. Taylor and Tiffany had the ham without the cheese, Yvonne the peanut butter and cheese. I poured OJ for the the ones who wanted more than coffee. My stomach felt much better than it did last night, but the acids in orange juice or coffee seemed too much, so I had a glass of ice water. Too bad, I could use the caffeine. We had appointments for our hair, make-up, and manicures at 7:30. Donna was meeting us there.

A limo picked us up at seven. From here on out, for the rest of the day, all our travel would be by limo. Even Donna had a limo picking her up for the trip to the hair dressers and ride with us in ours afterward. A fleet of ten were assigned all day to my wedding party, taking the primary parties wherever they needed to go. The bridal couple, parents, bridesmaids, groomsmen and best man all had limos for going to the church, reception, finally home or to their hotels at the end of the evening. It was my wedding gift from Tiffany. I don't know how much it cost her, but it was incredibly generous.

For the next three hours, we were pampered by the staff of one of the best hair salons in Atlanta. Our hair was washed, set and put up in whatever style we'd picked for ourself, while manicurists worked on our nails. I'd chosen a tasteful updo which kind of of piled my hair on top of my head. It would make me look taller, which I tended to avoid if possible, but Tanner was tall enough I could pull it off because my wedding shoe's heels were only an inch high. When our hair was done, make-up specialists started working on our make-up, selected for our skin tones. When they finished, we looked fabulous, our skin was glowing, the hair was perfect, our nails flawless. We each got the make-up for touch ups later.

We climbed into our limo and headed for my small apartment to pick up my bags, pre-packed for the honeymoon. I had two smaller suitcases for the actual trip and a smaller one packed just for tonight. Tonight we would be staying at the best hotel Tanner could find by the airport. Our flight didn't leave for St. Lucia until tomorrow morning. We wanted to be close so we didn't have to get up too early after drinking however much at the reception. I didn't want to have to unpack my St. Lucia things at the airport tonight, so I had a bag packed just for our first night together. The gown and robe Erin had given me and a few other items I thought Tanner might appreciate, plus traveling clothes for tomorrow. Our particular limo was assigned specifically to me, so I could leave all my luggage in it without worrying if it would get lost or misplaced at some point.

At my apartment, I checked my phone, which I'd put on silent while we were having our hair done, to see if anyone had tried to contact me about any last minute problems or issues. There were no texts from anyone I knew, but there was another one from an unknown number.

I'm going to love feeling your lips wrapped around my cock as I spurt my cum into your mouth today.

I showed it to my girls.

Donna didn't know about the first text I'd received. "What's this shit?" She said. "Tanner playing some kind of joke on you?"

"I don't think it's from Tanner," I said. "Why wouldn't he use his own number?"

Taylor took the phone from me and did a google search on the number again. It didn't come up, but it wasn't the same as yesterday's so apparently the original block still held. All she could come up with is the number had been assigned to T-Mobile.

"It's a different number," she said. "Another unknown caller. I put a block on this one, too."

I deleted the text. "I got one last night from a different number saying something like I was going to suck his cock tomorrow."

"And you got no idea who it's from?" Donna asked.

"None."

"That's some twisted shit," Donna said. "Don't sound like anyone we close to. You find out who it from, I send some fellows I know to kick his fucking teeth in."

"I hope it is some sick joke," I said. "It sounds more threatening than an attempt at humor."

"I don't understand it," Tiffany said. "Why make threats you can't hope to carry out? You're going to be surrounded by your friends and family today. How would he get close enough to you to carry out his threat? It makes no sense."

"I don't know," I said, "but I admit I'm getting a bit scared."

Donna hugged me. "Don't you worry none, honey. Your sisters got your back."

The rest of them wrapped their arms around the two of us and I was surrounded by my friends, a cocoon of warmth and love, and I admit, it felt good knowing they would look out for me.

"Thank you, friends. I appreciate you all more than you know."

"Oh Brooke. You don't have to thank us. It's what friends are for," Taylor said. "We have to look out for each other."

"We have business to take care of. Have you got your passport, Brooke?" Tiffany asked, breaking away from our huddle.

"In my purse."

"Everyone else got what you need for the day?" Tiffany asked. "Bridesmaids dresses, make-up, birth control."

We all laughed. Finally, we were all smiling again. We would be dressing at the church. They had a room set aside for the women to dress so our gowns wouldn't get soiled or wrinkled before the ceremony. It was normally a practice room for the pianist and organist of the church, but was set aside for this purpose for weddings. It was toward the back of the church near the entry so it was convenient for being walked down the aisle as the ceremony started, and sound suppressed so the music wouldn't disturb other church business.

We got there right at 12:30 and were led to the room. There were two doors, one at either side of the room. Before getting dressed we used the bathroom on the other side of the entry. No one wanted to struggle with our gowns if we had to pee. We didn't want anyone coming in while we undressed, so we locked all the doors as we changed. Taylor, Donna and Yvonne had floor length, pale lilac colored, gowns with empire waists, sweetheart necklines to show off a little of their bosoms. Tiffany's was roughly the same except hers was a slightly darker color to make her stand out from the others.

I had purchased an Alexandra Grecco gown which was a floor length, form fitting simple white satin under gown which could be worn separately for purposes other than weddings. The satin gown had spaghetti straps, a daring, deep dipping neckline to below my breasts, with baring cutouts at the sleeves which showed a nice amount of side boob and a deep back which bared the dimples over my butt. I'd kept my body from Tanner for so long, I wanted to show him a little of what he would be getting now we were getting married as I walked down the aisle. I could not wear a bra with it because of the deep plunge and side show, but my breasts were not overlarge and they were firm. They would sway a little as I walked, but I was happy with that part of my anatomy. What made it more of a wedding dress was the white lace overskirt with silver highlights, cathedral length. The sleeves were netting with more lace and they extended past my fingers. The overskirt didn't hide the sheath under it, merely enhanced it with lace and appliqué all over it. It also had a little net capelet with small seed pearls sewed on all over.

Tiffany was the only one who'd seen it on me. The others were seeing me wear it for the first time and they loved it. I showed them how I could wear the satin sheath by itself.

"Oh, honey," Donna said. "You look amazing. Tanner gonna get a hard on watching you come down the aisle; show the whole church what he got."

"Thank you, Donna," I laughed. "That's the kind of the effect I was going for since I've made him wait so long."

"If you're lucky, he won't bang you right on the altar," Taylor said.

"Or lucky if he will," Yvonne said. "I don't know how you waited so long."

"Here's your something new," Taylor said, giving me a veil matching the dress.

"Something blue," Donna said, giving me a blue garter to go under my dress.

"Something old," Yvonne said, giving me a sterling silver bracelet that brought out the silver highlights of the dress.

"And something borrowed," Tiffany said, clasping a pearl necklace around my neck that matched the capelet.

When we were all dressed, and touched up each other's make-up, we unlocked the door to the entry and all of my other girlfriends and my parents came in to see me. Taylor and Yvonne stayed outside the door to keep Tanner and the groomsmen away so they wouldn't see me before my grand entrance.

Sydney said, "My brother is going to love that dress. I hope he doesn't tear it getting it off of you."

"I'll change before I leave the reception. I won't have to worry about it."

Mom and Dad were both a little surprised about the erotic effect of the dress. I was normally quite modest in what I wore.

"That's quite the dress," Dad said. "Very daring."

"I'm finally going to be a woman, Dad, and Tanner's the one who will make me one. I wanted him to see what he was getting since I've made him wait so long."

Dad laughed. "That dress will make him glad he waited."

The church secretary came up and said it was time to start getting people seated. It was still more than a half hour before the wedding started, but people did need to be escorted in. My bridesmaids were helping in the process, so I was going to be left alone for awhile. Knowing about the weird texts I'd gotten, Tiffany said she'd stay with me and someone else could pick up the slack. I told her it wasn't necessary as I could lock the doors and no one could get to me.

She double checked the lock at the back door and before she left through the entry door, said, "Keep this locked. No one gets in until your Dad comes to bring you down the aisle."

"Of course. I'm no fool. This is my wedding day. I'm not taking any chances."

She left and I clicked the lock extra loud, because I knew she'd be waiting outside the door until she heard it.

Nothing to do now but wait. I didn't want to sit down, and crinkle my gown, but just standing seemed pointless. I pulled out my phone to start playing a game. Not five minutes after I'd been left alone, I got another text.

If you don't open the side door in the next sixty seconds, I'm going to send this photo to the groom, the rest of the wedding party and your parents as well as the parents of the groom.

Included in the text was a picture of me while Jeremy's cock was in my mouth at the Bachelorette party. Of course, it didn't show me pushing Jeremy away or falling to the ground while trying to get away. All it showed was my mouth open, a look of lust on my face as I climaxed, and his cock halfway into my mouth.

I tried to think. Could it have been taken with telephoto lens from across the street through Tiffany's two story windows? I think I was facing the window while Jeremy was dancing, so his back would have been to the windows, not sideways like this. Didn't Tiffany collect all the phones? What happened at Tiffany's, stays at Tiffany's. That was the rule Tiffany enforced that night. Taylor reluctantly gave up her phone, but she did give it up.

Another text.

15 seconds.

I unlocked the door and a man came in. He had a mask covering the top of his face. Only his lips were visible, thin and cruel looking. He had no facial hair, no scars, marks or tattoos, average height and weight, maybe 5-10 or 5-11, 185 pounds. He was holding the phone he'd sent the texts from. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I assumed he wasn't here for the wedding.

"That picture was not what it looked like," I said. "It was a total accident and when it happened, I pushed him away, knocking myself to the floor. My girlfriends were with me. They can vouch for me."

He smiled, but the smile was only on his lips, not anywhere else on his face or posture or attitude.

"Let's say you're right," he said. "Let's say the groom believes your friends, eventually, and doesn't think they're sticking up for their girlfriend. You're supposed to be getting married in a little less than thirty minutes. You don't think the groom's father won't hold things up, or even cancel them until this issue is resolved. His parents may never trust you again even if the groom does. Not a good way to start your marriage."

"Better than having you blackmail me for the rest of my life with a picture of an accidental event I had no control over."

"I can understand how you might think that. Tell you what. You give me the blow job I want, I'll let you delete the photos yourself, right off the phone. Hell, I'll give you the phone. Those photos will never screw up your life again."

"I'm sure you don't have copies of these things stashed someplace else," I said sarcastically.

"On my honor. Besides, even if I did, I'm sure you're going to tell Tanner all about the little accident at the Bachelorette Party and it won't be a problem in the future anyway. If I give you the phone, I can't send the photo before the ceremony. I'll even toss in these other photos as a wedding gift."

He showed me other photos from that night. Me in the corset and crotchless panties, my breasts and pubic hair on public display, nipple clamps on my nipples, the collar and leash. Another of Erin whipping my breasts, showing me what the whip was like. The one of me in the filmy negligee and robe. Every picture that put me in a bad light was on his phone.

"You'd better make up your mind, because times wasting and I'm going to cum down your throat, or these pictures go out in public. You have a minute to decide."

That was my choice, risk my wedding, my marriage, the respect of my parents and Tanner's parents or suck this blackmailers cock. He was right about one thing; time was not standing still. It took me fifteen seconds to decide.

"I'll do it. Give me the phone."

"Not until you're done. Kneel down and pull out my cock."

I pulled my dress up so I wouldn't be kneeling on it. So much for wrinkles but maybe it wouldn't get dirty. I lowered the zipper of his jeans and removed his hard cock, the head a dark red or even purple. There was already a drop on the tip, anticipating what I was going to do. I tried to remember everything I'd learned about sucking cock just last night. The sensitive places, the stroking as you suck, fondling the scrotum. I wanted this to end as soon as possible, in every conceivable way.

I enveloped his penis with my lips, my tongue darting around the head, laving it, trying to bring him to completion quickly. I took as much of his cock as I could, stroking his shaft and sucking as if my life depended on it. I was moving up and down his dick, trying not to waste a second of time. My hands were cupping his balls. I wanted nothing more in that instant, than to bite off his cock and squeeze his nuts until he screamed, but the door was locked and if they broke the door down, I'd be on my knees with blood all over my face and dress, and a piece of his prick in my mouth.

He must have known what I was thinking, because he said, "That's a good girl. I knew you could do it."

I started crying silently, tears rolling down my cheeks. I tried wiping them with my hands before they fell on my gown. Why hadn't I sucked Tanner's cock? Why couldn't Tanner be the first one I'd ever done this for; not the remorseless, inhuman, monstrous individual I was fellating now. Worse than the feeling of remorse was the feeling of shame. Deep down inside, in some sick and twisted part of me I didn't know existed; I felt a fragment of pleasure. It wasn't much, knowing I was being extorted into this despicable act, but it was there, on the fringes of my consciousness, and I hated I experienced even one iota of excitement from sucking this blackmailing, evil bastards prick.

He put his hand on my head, encouraging me to take him deeper.

I stopped. "Keep your hands off my hairdo, you evil fuck."

He chuckled and grabbed my ears instead, driving his cock down my throat until I choked, gasping. I was drooling, saliva dripping from my chin and nothing I could do about it.

"I'm getting close," he said, "if you want to keep from getting my cum on your wedding dress, you'll swallow every drop."

I felt his balls stir in one hand, his cock swell in the other hand, and the head swell in my mouth and several spurts of hot, salty cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, hoping I'd get it all, but I felt drops spilling from the side of my too wide mouth and running down my chin.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," he said. "I understand you're a beginner, but you did quite well."

I stuck my hand up for the phone, swallowing the last of his vile seed, tears still trailing down my cheeks. If he didn't give it to me, I was going to tackle him and scream like a banshee, no matter what the consequences. Surprisingly, he actually handed me the phone and I thanked God my ordeal was over. He tucked his cock away and zipped up his jeans.

He bent down and whispered in my ear, "I wonder if the groom will smell and taste my cum on your breath when he kisses the bride." He laughed and exited out the door he came in at.

I continued to kneel on the floor, too tired, heartbroken and disgusted to get up. My stomach was churning again and I wondered if I was going to throw up. I sat back on my heels, and looked at the pictures again. Someone; someone I called friend had taken these pictures. There was no question they were taken from inside Tiffany's apartment and not through the windows. It was impossible for them to come from anywhere else. What was it I'd read a long time ago? Drop the R from friend and what do you have? Fiend. Someone I thought was a friend was a fucking fiend, and I had no clue who it was.

Was it Tiffany, my oldest friend, going back to junior high? Taylor, Donna or Yvonne; friends since freshman year in college? Suki, Erin, Cheyenne or Maria, my teammates in college? Who hated me enough to do this? The only other person who was there was Sydney, Tanner's sister. Why would she do something so destructive to Tanner? Did she secretly hate him? She certainly never acted as if she did. In fact, they got along better than most siblings I knew. The only ones I knew who got along better was Cheyenne and her siblings, both whole and step, as they'd helped fill a void left when her mother went to prison for killing her father.

There was a knock on the door. "Come on, Brooke," my dad said, "they're starting the ceremony. It's time to go."

"Just a minute, Dad."

I slowly stood up. I looked down at the little cape part of my dress. It had tear stains, drool stains and cum stains on it. We'd left a couple large bags in the room for the clothes we'd changed out of and our purses and phones which we couldn't have during the ceremony. I shoved the capelet down to the bottom one of the bags. I looked at the phone in my hand. If I had a couple minutes, I'd smash the bloody thing to pieces, but I was out of time. I shoved the phone to the bottom of my purse and put it on the bottom of the other bag. Dad was knocking again.