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The wedding of Joshua and Monica was a beautiful thing. The town church was decorated in beautiful white bunting, and the whole town showed up. The respectable women of town turned up in their Sunday best, albeit that many of them now wore dog collars, connected to leashes held by their husbands or fathers.
Those “lesbians, sluts, feminists, and big-uddered cows” that had been identified by the town, by contrast, came naked, crawling on all fours, and their leashes were not attached to their collars, but rather to their breasts or cunts. Many were gagged, or had butt plugs or vibrators inserted into their holes.
Some of these had tearful faces, having not yet adjusted to their new lives of degradation and abuse, but this bothered no one, as the town had generally agreed that sluts of this kind were prettier when they were crying. Others, though, bore the lustful blush of arousal, having discovered that they were happier being leashed and raped as an animal than they ever had been as a human.
The ceremony had been carefully designed to represent the “new deal” between men and women in town. Joshua entered first, wearing a breathtakingly well-tailored tuxedo. Kneeling in front of him as he entered was Katie. She wore a “bridesmaid’s dress” that was little more than a green corset around her waist, lifting up her newly-enlarged fuckballoons, and doing nothing to cover her breasts, ass, or cunt. Small bells hung from her nipples and clitoris via clamps. And her mouth was on Joshua’s exposed cock, sucking.
As Joshua walked, Katie scurried backwards, trying to keep his dick in her mouth without slowing his pace. It had been decided that it was appropriate for Joshua to have his cock inside another woman for the duration of his ceremony, so as to give Monica no illusions that she was special, or entitled to monogamy, or even that she was his preferred hole to ejaculate into.
Katie had truly come a long way from the bitchy lesbian who had spent her days abusing Monica and lezzing off with her friends. She was now quite eager to serve Joshua’s cock, both for fear of punishment if she didn’t, and because after more than a month of rape, drugs, conditioning, and electroshocks, her sexuality was now quite confused in any case.
Joshua had promised her that if she was a very good slut, he would arrange for her to be married to someone appropriate, and Katie had been trying hard to make that come true. She probably imagined that if she *belonged* to a man, she might experience less abuse, and be forced to fuck fewer members of the town, than she did in her current status as the town’s free-use lesbian whore. What she didn’t know was that the husband Joshua had planned was his uncle’s German Shepherd, Solomon. After all, Katie’s town issued birth certificate did now clearly list her as a female dog. The town would enjoy watching her wedding night, and Katie would doubtless find the experience educational as to her true role in the community.
When Joshua reached the altar, it was Monica’s turn to enter. She came in on all fours, a thick rope tied tightly around the base of her oversized tits, which led to a leash, pulled by Joshua’s Uncle Mort. Her bridal dress was a white corset that, much like Katie’s, bared her tits, ass and cunt. She had white gloves on her hands, and white high heels and stockings. A small white veil was attached to her head, and a long bridal train extended behind her – attached not to her corset, but rather to her clitoris piercing, so that her clit bore the full weight of it as she crawled.
Her pussy lips were attached to clamps that led via elastic to her stockings, so that they spread apart to lewdly display the inner pinkness of her cunt, and so that each movement of her legs as she crawled tugged on her labia. A thick plug was inserted in her anus, which vibrated constantly, while also delivering painful electroshocks on a random schedule.
Instead of the traditional wedding march, the church organist instead struck up a rendition of “Send In The Clowns”, and instead of the murmur of admiration a bride might ordinarily receive, there were chuckles and open laughter from the wedding guests at the sight of Monica’s plight.
This was not how Monica had once dreamed of her wedding day. She had pictured herself white, elegant, beautiful, virginal. But she had come to understand that was a ridiculous expectation for a woman who had chosen of her own free will to give herself ridiculous cow-tits in the way that Monica had. This was clearly what she had always wanted – what she had known she deserved – or else she would never have transformed herself into a whorish sex-doll in the way that she had.
She had barely started down the aisle when it became clear that, crawling and dragging the bridal train from her clitoris, she couldn’t possibly keep up with the relatively swift pace that Mort was setting for her. He got ahead of her, and tugged on the leash, pulling hard on Monica’s tits, and Monica lost her balance and fell spread-eagled on the church floor.
Mort didn’t stop – he kept walking – and so Monica reached the altar by being dragged by her tits along the church floor. There was more laughter. Someone actually called out, “Dumb slut,” and there was laughter at that, too.
When she reached the altar, the ceremony began. Joshua was still standing, with Katie sucking his cock, but Monica knelt. The priest talked about their relationship – how wonderful Joshua was, and what a disgusting animal Monica was. There were references to some of Monica’s most humiliating moments, to more laughter from the crowd.
Then came the oaths.
“Miss Monica, I promise to never treat you like a person,” said Joshua. “I promise to never ask for your opinions or worry about your needs or preferences. I promise to give you the pain you deserve for being a big-titted whore, particularly in your udders and cunt. I promise that when I make love to you, I won’t care whether you want it, and I will make sure that it is painful and degrading for you. I promise to slap you when you require correction, or simply when it will please me to do so. I promise to feed and house you in the manner of an animal, and I promise to ensure you get the amount of rape you deserve by giving the use of your body to my friends and family.”
Monica masturbated furiously as Joshua spoke. She had been practicing this all week, and as he completed his oath, she reached her orgasm, just as Joshua had wanted her to do. As her body shivered with pleasure, Joshua smiled, reached out, and slapped her twice across the face, which only heightened Monica’s orgasm.
Then it was Monica’s turn.
“Master,” she said, “I promise to be your property and your pet. I promise to be wet when you want to use me, I promise to be fun to rape, and I promise to cum from the gift of your abuse. I promise to never think I have value beyond my tits, or pretend I have opinions or thoughts. I promise to fuck who you tell me to fuck. I promise to obey unconditionally, and to treasure my humiliation and objectification, to love you forever.”
As she completed her own oaths, Katie pulled back from Joshua’s cock, and pointed Joshua’s shaft at Monica’s face. A moment later it was Joshua who was cumming, ejaculating over Monica’s face and tits, covering her with his sperm.
“You may now kiss your fiancé,” said the priest, and Monica leaned forward and cleaned Joshua’s cock with her mouth.
The exchange of rings came afterwards. Joshua’s ring went on a necklace around his neck, where it might some day join rings for any other female property he chose to acquire. Monica’s was a steel loop with a tiny diamond stud, and it went through her tongue piercing. As Joshua put it in place, he also ran a small chain through it, which he connected to tight clamps on each of Monica’s nipples. Now if Monica wanted to have her tongue inside her mouth, she would have to pull her tits upwards painfully by their nipples, and hold their weight on her tongue – or otherwise she would have to have her tongue extended out of her mouth awkwardly.
Either way, she couldn’t talk, which was the point. Now that Monica had made her oath, no one would care what she had to say for the duration of the wedding, the reception and the wedding night. Joshua would remove the chain before Monica slept and allow her tongue to rest, but she was stuck in this position until then.
And with that, the priest pronounced them “man” and “property”.
Later, at the reception, Monica would watch her slice of the wedding cake stuffed up Katie’s cunt, then watch as her new husband fucked the cake into Katie’s pussy and ejaculated into it, and then she would attempt to lick the cake and cum out of Katie’s pussy in front of the whole town, her tongue straining to lick as it pulled at her heavy tits.
Then Joshua would watch the entire town fuck Monica, as he took his own pleasure with Katie’s friends Sarah and Ellie. And then they would retire for their wedding night, which would likely involve Monica having her pussy whipped before Joshua finally stuck his cock into it, in his first honest attempt to impregnate her.
All this would once have horrified Monica, but now she knew it was only what was proper. It brought pleasure to Joshua, and that was what was important. And beyond that, Monica knew that by being so outrageously big-titted and whorish, she had brought the entire town to confront what they truly wanted from women, and everyone had benefited as a result.
Instead of being bitchy, rapey lesbians, Katie and her friends were now enjoying the pleasure of being degraded fake-titted cocksockets for the entire town, and that was surely going to make them happier in the long term.
Uncle Mort had been inspired to begin enthusiastically raping Aunt Pam again, and Pam’s pleasure at this development was evident in the glow on her face and the slap-marks on her cheek.
Monica was no longer the only woman who went around town naked, pulled along with a tit-leash or clit-leash. Monica was not the only woman who crawled into premises through the pet door. She was not the only woman who did her shopping with her shopping basket hanging from nipple clamps.
It was quite the national stir. Tourists started to come to watch the naked sluts and enjoy their degradation – or maybe even to rape the women themselves. It was good for the town, and good for business. Men began to move to town so that they could treat their wives and daughters as property, and have their birth certificates reissued to show them as animals.
And all this was due to Monica.
Few women were given the chance to make as much change in their communities as Monica had, and at the end of the day, she was grateful for that.
Or rather, Joshua told her that she was grateful, and Monica had promised not to have opinions of her own, so that was the same thing, really.
She was delighted, Joshua told her. She was happy every day about what she had accomplished.
And she hoped, as Joshua raped her, that she might some day be able to spread the values of this small town to the entire world, so that every woman could cum as hard from being raped by her husband as Monica did every night…
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This was the final chapter of Small Town Values! If you’ve enjoyed this story, please show your appreciation and support its creation buy purchasing the e-book of this story from the ATR store! (Click here to view in store.)
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