Chapter 46: Another, Sir
I
The chrome trolley rattled on the marble, reflecting stained-glass saints in its polished surface. The shapes on it weren't holy. They were monstrous: bulbous silicone knots, obscenely thick shafts, a double-headed monstrosity dripping with lube. Evonleigh’s breath hitched, a ragged scrape against the chain still tethering her clit to her tongue. The cool air on her gaping holes – the wide, fluttering O of her ass Aurelian’s arm had left, the glistening, trembling expanse of her cunt held open by the Maid – was a violation in itself. She felt hollowed, exposed to the bone. Milk slicked her harness, dripping steadily onto the puddle of her own urine and arousal already soaking the altar steps.
Aurelian barely glanced at the trolley. His hazel eyes, burning with a feverish intensity, were locked on Evonleigh’s face. He stepped closer, boots squelching in the mess. The Machine of Honor still hummed beside them, the obsidian plug buried deep in her urethra vibrating persistently, a low thrum that echoed the frantic pulse between her legs. He gripped her chin, forcing her tear-blurred gaze to meet his. Sweat plastered strands of black hair to his temples.
"Look at me, wife," he commanded, his voice rough. "Look at your husband." He traced the chain with a fingertip. "You’re twenty, Evie. Old enough. Old enough for this." He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "Old enough to take my seed. To be bred like the perfect little fuck-sow you are." His free hand slid down her trembling belly, fingers spreading the slick folds held open by the Maid. He pressed two fingers deep inside her devastated cunt, past the initial gape, probing ruthlessly. "Fuck, you’re still clenching. Still greedy. Good. Need you tight for this part."
He withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening, and moved them lower, circling the entrance to her ravaged asshole. He pushed in easily, three fingers immediately swallowed by the slack, yielding muscle. "This wrecked hole’s mine too," he growled, scissoring them inside her sensitive colon, making her gasp. "But the breeding hole… the womb… that’s where my claim gets permanent." He pulled his fingers free from her ass with a wet sound and wiped them on his trousers.
He nodded curtly to a technician who’d approached with a small, sterile tray. On it lay a gleaming chrome object: a complex, intricate plug, shaped like a starburst with a central, thick stem designed to penetrate deeply. Dr. Ross stood nearby, observing intently, his tablet held loosely.
"This," Aurelian said, plucking the device from the tray, "is your conception collar, my love. Ensures my swimmers go exactly where they need to go. Holds them against your hungry little womb." He coated the stem with a thick, clear gel from a tube offered by the tech. "Hold her cervix steady," he ordered the Maid of Honour.
The Maid, her expression still terrifyingly blank, adjusted her grip. One hand maintained the brutal spread of Evonleigh’s outer labia. The other, fingers now slick with Evonleigh’s fluids, pressed deep inside her gaping cunt, past all the bruised, swollen flesh. Evonleigh felt those cool, satin-clad fingers probing high, finding the firm, closed nub of her cervix. The Maid pressed down firmly, anchoring it.
Panic surged, raw and primal. Evonleigh tried to thrash, but the exhaustion and the relentless stimulation pinned her. "Nnngh! Pl-please…!" she choked around the chain.
"Shut up," Aurelian murmured, his focus absolute. He positioned the chrome plug. The stem, thick as two fingers, pressed against the tiny opening of her cervix. It was cold, impossibly hard. "Take it, Evie. Take the plug for your husband’s cum." He applied steady, unrelenting pressure.
The stretch was microscopic, yet agonizingly intimate. A deep, internal burning as the unyielding metal forced its way through the tight cervical os, millimeter by excruciating millimeter. Tears streamed down Evonleigh’s face. She felt invaded at her very core, her body’s deepest sanctuary breached. Aurelian grunted, twisting slightly. With a final, sickening pop, the stem slid fully inside. The wider, starburst base settled flush against the mouth of her cervix, locked in place. A faint, internal click sounded as it activated, its mechanisms anchoring deep within her uterine wall. Evonleigh whimpered, a high, broken sound. Her womb felt occupied, violated, held open.
"Perfect," Aurelian breathed, a dark satisfaction in his eyes. He didn’t hesitate. His hands went to his belt, then the fastening of his trousers. He shoved the black fabric and underwear down his hips just enough, freeing his cock. It sprang out, fully erect, thick and veined, the head already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the church lights. He was big. Thick. Designed to fill.
He stepped between Evonleigh’s legs, knocking aside the Maid’s hands holding her labia open. He grasped his cock at the base, the other hand gripping Evonleigh’s hip hard enough to bruise. He rubbed the swollen head against her gaping, glistening cunt lips, smearing pre-cum over the stretched, abused flesh. He pressed against her entrance, not where the Maid had held her open, but lower, against the puffy, swollen remnants of her perineum, just above the gaping ruin of her asshole. "This virgin hole needs claiming too," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Part of the breeding. Open for me, whore."
He pushed. Hard. There was almost no resistance left after the fisting, the candles, the brutal stretching. Her body, engineered for this, betrayed her, yielding instantly to the thick intrusion. His cockhead popped past the slack ring of muscle, sinking into the hot, slick channel in one brutal thrust. He buried himself to the hilt in her ass with a guttural groan.
"Fucking hell," he panted, his hips slamming flush against her ass cheeks. "Like a glove made for my cock. Your ass was always meant for this." He pulled back slowly, the thick shaft dragging obscenely against her sensitive inner walls, then slammed forward again, harder. "Take it! Take your husband's cock in your shithole, bitch!"
Evonleigh screamed against the chain, the vibration muffled. The urethral plug buzzed violently. The deep penetration, the relentless stretch of her ass around his girth, the cold metal plug anchored deep in her cervix – it was a symphony of violation. Aurelian began to fuck her ass in earnest, deep, punishing thrusts that drove his pelvis hard against her cheeks each time. The sounds were obscenely wet, rhythmic slaps echoing in the hushed church. He reached around, his hand finding her harness-bound breast, pinching her nipple viciously, twisting it. "Look at them watch, Evie," he grunted, nodding towards the rapt audience. "Look at them see you get ass-fucked on your wedding altar. See your ruined holes."
She couldn't look. Her head lolled. Her vision swam. Every brutal thrust jolted the plug in her cervix, sent fresh shocks of pain and unwanted heat radiating through her core. The fisting had been violation, but this… this was possession. Deep, claiming, breeding possession. Aurelian’s rhythm became erratic, frantic. His breathing sawed in his chest. "Gonna fill you," he gasped, his thrusts becoming shallow, grinding. "Gonna pump my fucking seed right up this filthy ass… right to your waiting womb…" He buried himself deep, grinding his pubic bone against her asshole, stretching it wide around his shaft. His balls tightened. "FUCK! FUCKING TAKE IT!"
He slammed home a final time and held. His body locked. A raw, animalistic groan tore from his throat as he came. Evonleigh felt it – the hot, thick pulse deep inside her rectum, jet after jet of his semen flooding her colon. It felt scalding, invasive. He ground against her, milking every spurt into her violated channel. "My cum… my wife’s ass… breeding hole ready… fuck yes…" he panted, shuddering.
He slumped over her for a moment, catching his breath, his cock still buried deep, pulsing. Then, with deliberate slowness, he withdrew from her ass. His thick shaft slid out, coated in a slick mixture of lube, her fluids, and his own semen. Her asshole gaped obscenely wide, dripping white. Aurelian didn't pause. He moved immediately to her front. He gripped his still-hard, glistening cock, slick with his own cum and the mess from her ass. He pressed the head against her gaping, vulnerable cunt.
"Now the other hole gets seeded," he declared, his voice thick with spent lust and dark intent. He thrust forward, his cockhead pushing easily past the slack, swollen lips and into the hollow, waiting space of her cunt. It felt cavernous after the ass-fucking, yet the internal plug in her cervix pulsed with a sudden, low internal vibration as he entered. He drove deep, hilting himself in her pussy with a single powerful thrust. "Ahhh… fuck… even better." He began fucking her cunt with the same brutal intensity he’d used on her ass, his hips pistoning, his cock dragging against her sensitized walls, pounding against the chrome plug anchored deep in her womb. "Feel that, Evie? Feel it knocking on your womb door? Begging for my cum?"
Evonleigh was beyond words, beyond coherent thought. Her body was a vessel, a receptacle being used. The sensations – the deep penetration, the vibration from the urethral plug and the cervical plug, the ache of her stretched holes, the sting of her nipples – fused into a blinding storm of overstimulation. Aurelian’s thrusts became savage, desperate. He was close again, driven by the obscenity of it all. "Gonna fill your cunt now… stuff it full… plug holds it all in… right against your egg… gonna breed you right here… fuck!" His rhythm shattered. He slammed deep, burying his cock to the root in her spasming cunt, and roared. His body convulsed as he ejaculated again, this time directly into her waiting womb. Thick ropes of semen pulsed against the cold metal of the cervical plug, held there, trapped against the entrance to her fallopian tubes by the device's design. Hot, wet, claiming. His seed.
He collapsed forward, his forehead resting on her shoulder, breathing raggedly. His cock twitched inside her, still spurting the last of his load against the plug. "Mine," he gasped. "Pregnant. You're fucking pregnant. My pregnant wife."
The cervical plug vibrated harder, ensuring maximum contact, maximum absorption. The urethral plug buzzed in frenzied sympathy. The overstimulation, the impossible fullness, the violent claiming – it detonated something within Evonleigh. Her body bowed off the altar, held only by the Maid’s grip. A guttural sound ripped from her throat, tearing against the chain. Her eyes rolled back, showing white.
And she erupted.
A torrential geyser of clear, pungent fluid exploded from her urethra with terrifying force. It wasn't a trickle, not a stream – it was a firehose blast, arching high over the altar. It drenched Aurelian’s back as he leaned over her. It hit the minister, sending him stumbling back, spluttering. It soaked Dr. Ross, plastering his hair to his skull, running down his immaculate suit. It cascaded over the front row – executives shrieking, technicians scrambling, their expensive clothes saturated. The chrome trolley gleamed under the deluge. The polished marble floor became a shallow, steaming lake of her essence. The flood poured forth with relentless power, a seemingly endless orgasmic expulsion triggered by the brutal conception and the relentless devices within her. Her gaping holes clenched and fluttered helplessly. Aurelian raised his head, laughing breathlessly as he was soaked, watching his bride baptize the congregation in her ecstatic degradation. Her mind fragmented, consciousness dissolving into the white noise of the machines and the roaring cascade of her own violent surrender. The world narrowed to the feel of his cooling cum trapped against her womb, the vibrating plugs, and the endless, humiliating flood.
The flood showed no signs of stopping. Her urethra burned, stretched taut around the vibrating obsidian plug as it milked wave after wave of clear fluid onto the already soaked marble. The scent – sharp, ammoniac, musky – thickened the incense-heavy air. Icon Corp executives in the front row sat dripping, frozen in shock or clinical fascination. Dr. Ross wiped fluid from his glasses, his expression one of detached appraisal. "Remarkable pressure," he murmured to a nearby tech, ignoring the sodden state of his suit. "Log the volume. Note the trigger point."
Aurelian laughed, the sound rough and triumphant, as Evonleigh’s body convulsed against him, still impaled on his softening cock buried deep in her gaping, semen-filled cunt. He felt the hot gush plastering his back, running down his legs. "Fuck, Evie, look at you go," he rasped, nuzzling her sweat-drenched temple, his hand possessively cupping her bound, milk-leaking breast. "Squirting like the perfect little fountain you are. Drowning the fucking congregation." Her only response was a ragged, wet gasp behind the chain, her green eyes rolled back, pupils enormous and unseeing. Her mind was fractured, splintered by the brutal conception and the relentless, overwhelming sensations tearing through her ravaged body. She felt the warm pool of his seed trapped high inside her by the cold chrome plug vibrating against her cervix, a permanent brand. His. Pregnant.
"Contract's fulfilled," Aurelian announced loudly, his voice cutting through the shocked silence broken only by the hum of machines and Evonleigh’s helpless gushing. He addressed the Icon Corp contingent. "Arden-Vance. Completed. Payment processed." He looked down at Evonleigh’s trembling, vacant face, a dark tenderness flashing in his hazel eyes beneath the possessive gleam. "She’s mine. Truly mine now." He carefully pulled his slick cock from her slack cunt, thick strands of his cum and her fluids webbing between them. Her hole gaped obscenely, twitching, adding more creamy fluid to the mess running down her inner thighs, mixing with the torrent still jetting from her urethra. "Alright, my love," he murmured, almost gently. "Show’s over. Time to go."
He reached behind her head, finding the clasp of the silver chain binding her clit to her tongue. A click, and the chain fell away with a soft jingle. Her swollen clit throbbed, freed, the barbell piercing glistening. Her slack jaw hung open, saliva slicking her chin. Aurelian then efficiently released the buckles of the brutal breast harness. It fell away, revealing the deep red pressure marks and her swollen, abused nipples still weeping thin milk trails. Evonleigh whimpered faintly as the constriction eased, her body sagging.
"Up you get," he ordered, his voice firm but lacking its earlier cruelty. He slid one arm under her knees, the other behind her back. The urethral plug vibrated relentlessly as he lifted her, triggering another powerful jet that splashed against his chest. "Fuck, still going," he chuckled, adjusting his grip, uncaring of the fluid soaking his shirt. Her limp body was slick, trembling. Her gaping asshole dripped his cum onto the altar step. Her cunt dripped more. The cervical plug hummed. And the endless squirt soaked them both.
He turned, carrying his bride like a prize, stepping down from the altar through the puddle of her humiliation. Evonleigh’s head lolled against his shoulder. A soft, delirious moan escaped her slack lips. "A…Aure…" she slurred, her voice wrecked. Her trembling hand fluttered weakly against his damp chest. "Kn-knocked… up?" A ghost of a smile touched her ruined lips, her glazed eyes flickering with a dazed, impossible joy beneath the shattered exhaustion. "Yours… inside… full…" Another violent surge of fluid pulsed from her, soaking the front of his trousers. "So… good…"
He tightened his hold, pressing a kiss to her sweat-slicked forehead. "That’s right, Evie. My cum. Deep in your womb. Breeding you. My pregnant wife." He strode down the aisle, past the silent, dripping audience, past Dr. Ross making notes on his tablet, past the gleaming chrome Machine of Honor. Evonleigh shuddered violently in his arms, another mindless orgasm tearing through her triggered by the plugs and his words, the squirting becoming a continuous, pissing stream as her consciousness finally, blissfully surrendered completely to the mind-break pleasure. "Going home," he murmured against her hair, carrying his broken, dripping, ecstatically impregnated bride out of St. Matthew’s into the indifferent daylight, her body still convulsing, still flooding, her ruined holes dripping his claim onto the church steps.
The limousine door yawned open like a black mouth. Aurelian dumped Evonleigh onto the cool leather seat. Her body spasmed, another jet of clear fluid soaking the upholstery instantly. "Fucking fountain," Aurelian grunted, sliding in beside her wrecked form. The door slammed, muffling the distant murmur of the departing Icon Corp crowd. Dr. Ross’s pale face appeared at the tinted window, rapping sharply. Aurelian hit the intercom. "What?"
"The cervical plug data, Aurelian," Ross’s voice crackled, clinical and urgent. "Initial readings show optimal sperm retention. Confirmation requires–"
"Fuck your confirmation," Aurelian cut him off, eyes fixed on Evonleigh. Her wide green eyes were glassy, unfocused, staring at the limo ceiling. Her gaped cunt still pulsed, milky rivulets of his cum mixing with her slick on her inner thighs. "She’s bred. I felt it lock. My seed’s planted deep." He ran a possessive hand over her flat belly where the chrome plug vibrated faintly beneath her skin. "Now piss off."
Ross hesitated, then vanished. The limo pulled away. Evonleigh whimpered. The urethral plug’s relentless buzz sent fresh tremors through her. Aurelian unbuckled his soaked trousers, freeing his thick cock, already hardening again. He shoved Evonleigh’s limp legs wider apart. "Still squirting, you filthy bitch? Gonna soak this whole fucking car?" He spat into his palm, slicking his shaft, the head gleaming. "Good. Keep going. Drown me in it."
He lined himself up with her gaping, semen-slicked pussy. The entrance, stretched obscenely wide, still oozed his cum. He pressed the fat head against that slack, ruined opening. "Look at me, Evie." Her eyes flickered towards him, dazed. "See this cock? It owns you. Owns this wrecked cunt." He drove forward in one brutal shove, hilting himself instantly in her hollowed heat. "FUCK! Still hot… still greedy!" Her cunt walls, despite the brutal gape, fluttered weakly around the invading thickness. The cervical plug shifted inside her, vibrating harder against his thrusting cock.
Aurelian fucked her with short, savage pumps. Her body jolted limply with each impact. He gripped her small breast, pinching the hard nipple until she cried out. "You feel that plug? Holding my cum right against your womb? Feel it vibrating? Making sure my little swimmers eat your fucking egg?" Each word was punctuated by a hard slam. Her urethra spasmed, another gush of fluid soaking his balls and thighs. "That’s it! Squirt on my cock, you pregnant whore! Baptize it!" Her cunt clenched in a weak, involuntary ripple around him. He groaned, feeling her internal spasms milk his shaft. "Oh yeah… your broken cunt still knows how to suck dick, doesn’t it?"
He pistoned faster, the limo’s motion rocking them. His balls slapped wetly against her gaping, dripping asshole. The smell of sex, sweat, urine, and his own drying cum filled the air. He watched her face – the tears cutting tracks through the sweat, the slack jaw, the utter vacancy broken only by flinches of intense sensation. "Mine," he growled, thrusting deeper, grinding his pelvis against her swollen clit. "All mine. Body. Cunt. Womb. Ruined fucking holes." He felt his orgasm building, pressure coiling tight. "Gonna pump another load in you. Lube up that plug. Keep my seed nice and wet against your cervix. Breed you deeper."
Evonleigh’s breath hitched. A broken sound escaped her. "F-Full…" she slurred, her eyes rolling back slightly. "D-Daddy… knocks… up… good…" The words, thick with delirium, sent a jolt through Aurelian. He slammed home, burying himself to the root. "FUCKING TAKE IT!" he roared. Hot ropes of semen pulsed directly into her already flooded channel, jetting against the cold metal plug lodged in her cervix. She screamed, a raw, shattered sound, as her body convulsed violently around his pumping cock, another torrential jet of clear fluid erupting from her urethra, soaking his stomach, the seat, everything.
He collapsed over her, spent, his cock still twitching inside her spasming cunt. The plugs vibrated in tandem. Her body continued to jerk and spasm, small aftershocks milking his softening length. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the scent of her violation, her breeding. "Happy?" he murmured, pressing his lips to her damp temple. "Filled to the brim? My cum plugging your greedy womb?"
A ghost of a smile touched Evonleigh’s bruised lips. Her glazed eyes stared past him, seeing nothing and everything. "Full," she breathed, the word thick with broken bliss. Her trembling hand feebly touched her lower belly where his seed pooled, held tight. "Always… full. Yours." She shuddered again, a final weak dribble escaping her urethra. "Happy…"
The limousine glided through the city lights. Aurelian held his shattered, dripping bride, her broken body cradled against his, her ruined holes slowly leaking their mixed fluids onto the leather. The chrome plug hummed its dark promise deep inside her. She nestled closer, a contented sigh escaping her, the chaotic tremors finally subsiding into exhausted stillness. His thumb traced the sensitive skin near the plug's anchoring point. "Happily ever after," he whispered against her hair, the words a dark vow settling into the quiet, satisfied thrum of the limousine. Her breath hitched softly in agreement against his chest. Filled. Owned. Complete.