Story: Wedding Present

Jane had been harbouring a crush on Billy for months.  After all, she’d always had a thing for the bad boys.  So when he asked her if she would attend his friend’s wedding with him, she was elated.

“I’ll need to get something to wear,” she said, delighted to be asked on a date.

“It’s okay,” said Billy.   “I’ll arrange it.  Just show up at my house on the day.”

The day arrived, and Jane attended Billy’s house, just as he had told her to.

“Come in,” he said.   Then he stopped, and looked at her, and sniffed the air slightly.  “You should probably start by having a shower.”

Jane had already showered, but she was so mortified and embarrassed by Billy’s suggestion that she had an odour that she allowed him to usher her to the bathroom.  With the door closed, she stripped, and got into the shower.   Soon she was encased in a pleasant haze of warm water and steam.

As she showered, she heard the bathroom door open again.  She squeaked, and cowered in the shower – but the shower door was opaque, and she couldn’t be seen.  She heard Billy do something in the bathroom, and then leave again.

When she emerged from the shower, her clothes were gone.  In their place was her outfit for the wedding – only it wasn’t all what she had expected.

There were white high heels, and white stockings, and white panties – but no bra.  And the dress itself was pure white, so tight that it clung to every curve of her body – and semi-transparent.  When she looked in the mirror, she could see her nipples through the fabric, and every detail of her panties.

“Billy, I can’t wear this,” she squealed.

Billy responded by opening the bathroom door.  Jane squeaked again, and tried to cover her tits with her arms.

“You look fine,” he told her.  “Why don’t you come out on the balcony and look at it in daylight?”

Jane didn’t want to go anywhere wearing the dress, but she allowed Billy to shepherd her out onto the house’s balcony.  If anything, the dress was worse in sunlight.  She looked more whorish than if she had been completely nude.  It felt like having her tits on display to the world.

“Billy, I can’t go to the wedding like this,” she complained.

“Yes, you can,” said Billy.   “You made an agreement.  Besides, I’ve been going through your phone while you were in the shower, and it seems like you made the mistake of saving your bank login details in the phone’s memory.  I’ve transferred all your savings to my account – but if you’re a good girl today, I’ll let you have them back.”

Jane’s mouth fell open.

“Now, we’re going to go to the wedding,” said Billy, “and you’re going to be a good girl and let all the guests see your pretty little tits in that slutty dress.  And you’re going to do what you’re told.”

“I can’t believe you!” wailed Jane.  “I can’t believe you asked me on a date, and then trapped me into… this!”

Billy laughed then.   “A date?” he said.  “Is that what you thought?”  He smiled.  “Jane, you’re not my date.  You’re my present to the happy couple.  They both have *very* explicit fantasies about raping a pretty blonde bimbo.  When we get to the wedding, I’m going to handcuff you to the table with all the presents, and when the reception is over you’re going to go home with my friend and his wife, and let them use you however they want to use you.”

He came over and put a possessive hand on her shoulder – and used the other to stroke her tits through the thin material of the dress.  She felt her nipples stiffen.

“And if I were you, Jane,” he added.  “I’d start thinking your sluttiest, nastiest thoughts – because it’s going to happen whether you’re wet or not, and you’ll enjoy it *so* much more if you’re wet…”

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