The new laws that allowed fashion companies to force women to work as models provided the perfect opportunity to get an ad campaign *exactly right*.
Such was the case when celebrity lesbian couple Katee Lynn and Sophia Breckinholt announced that they were engaged to be married. The two women were gorgeous, feminine, and sexually desirable – Katee was an A-list actress and Sophia a socialite and heiress – and the Slutwear lingerie line decided that they would be perfect to model the new line of Blushing Bride bridal underwear.
And Slutwear had received some information about an upcoming change in the law, which wasn’t yet public knowledge, which made the timing even more perfect.
The women refused to model, of course. Perhaps they thought they were famous or rich enough to defy the law. They weren’t. The end result was a treat for the paparazzi, as police turned up to the Hollywood Boulevard restaurant where the two women were eating and dragged them by their hair into the street, where their dresses were lifted and their panties ripped off so the police could check their cunts and anuses for hidden weapons.
The photo of Katee, crying, restrained, her blonde hair in disarray, one perfect boob exposed by a rip in her dress, her skirt pulled up to her waist, and a policeman’s gloved hand wrist-deep in her fuckhole, made the front page of every celebrity gossip site on the internet.
Once the two women had been brought to the Slutwear offices, they were told what was in store for them. Slutwear was going to plan and stage their wedding. Their exchange of vows would be the ad for the underwear – because they were going to be married wearing nothing but lingerie.
They were shown the underwear in question. It was white and lacy. The cups of the bra were transparent, and concealed nothing. The panties were crotchless. There were white garter belts and stockings, and six-inch white heels, and the outfit was completed by a thick ugly leather dog collar with a locking buckle.
“We can’t be married wearing *underwear*,” complained Sophia, playing distractedly with her pretty brunette hair. “All our family and friends will be there! It will cheapen our marriage! We just *can’t*!”
“You can and you will,” the Slutwear executive told them, “or else you’ll go to jail for disobeying the law. I hear they’re not putting lesbians in the women’s prisons anymore, out of fear they’ll rape the other women. They put you in with the men, these days… I hear it improves the men’s morale immensely when a woman is forced to use the public showers with them – and what they do with the woman once she’s naked improves morale even more.”
The women shivered, and cried, but they had no option other than to comply.
On the day of their wedding, they were dressed in the lingerie, and made up to look as sexual as possible. In addition to the lingerie, a metal buttplug was forced into the anus of each of the girls, and a small earpiece was placed in their left ears so they could be instructed during the ceremony.
“Now, remember,” said the manager of the shoot over their earpiece, “you will crawl to the altar on all fours, and then kneel. During the ceremony, the only words you will say are ‘yes’, or ‘I do’, as appropriate to the question. You will obey all commands. If you deviate from the script, we will remotely deliver you an electric shock through your collar and your butt plug. I understand it is quite painful.”
The girls were crying a little, so they were told to masturbate before the ceremony began, so that their skin would be flushed with arousal and they would look like tears of happiness.
Finally, the wedding march began to play, and the two beautiful women crawled into the church, wearing nothing but lingerie, in front of all their family, their friends, and their professional acquaintances. They crawled slowly down the aisle, their tits hanging down beneath them in their transparent white bras, until they approached the altar…
… and there they stopped in shock, because they saw what was awaiting them.
There was a man there, in a suit. Not just any man – Alvin Cartwright, a misogynist podcast commentator who had made waves, and nearly been cancelled, prior to the new laws, for calling Katee and Sophia “brainless cunt-lickers” and “lezbo whores” and suggesting that their lesbianism was just a marketing strategy to make them famous and that secretly they craved cock. At his urging, his followers had flooded Katee and Sophia’s mailboxes – both physical and virtual – with crude images, degrading rants, and threats of rape.
Sophia tried to stand as soon as she saw Alvin, and squealed as a shock went off in her anus. She dropped back to her knees, and then tried to crawl away, only to sob with agony as simultaneous shocks blasted her ass and throat.
Katee tried to say something – that there had been a mistake, that they hadn’t agreed to this – but her collar shocked her, and then her ass shocked her, and feeling an electric shock in her anus felt so strange, so wrong, so upsetting, that she felt very reluctant to risk feeling it again.
Slowly and extremely reluctantly, the girls completed their crawl to the altar and knelt at Alvin’s feet.
The priest began the ceremonies.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to see these disgusting fake-lesbian sluts brought under the control and discipline of an appropriate man.”
Sophie’s eyes widened, and her mouth opened, and then she was shocked again. Katee didn’t want to have her ass shocked, so she stayed still, tears rolling down her face. She just looked at Sophie, who she loved so much, and tried to shut out the humiliation she was feeling.
“Katy,” said the priest, “do you confess that your alleged lesbianism is a lie, and your only interest in fucking women has always been to win the attention and approval of men?”
Katy felt outrage flare inside her, and she opened her mouth to say, “No!”
Instead she squealed, and almost fell to the floor, as her butt plug and collar delivered the most intense shocks yet. The one in her anus was so powerful she worried she might lose control of her bladder. She struggled again to protest, and got another shock – and she knew, with certainty, that if she got a third, she would wet herself.
“Yes,” she said, quietly. “I do.”
“And you, Sophie?” asked the priest.
Sophie had just seen what had happened to Katy.
“Yes,” she said.
“And do you confess that you cannot be trusted to think for yourself or make decisions,” asked the priest, “and that you need a man to guide you?”
“Yes,” said Katy, in a broken voice, and Sophie echoed her. They both sensed where this was going, and hated it.
“Katy and Sophie,” said the priest, “do you take this man, Alvin Cartwright as your lawfully wedded husband, your lord and master, your owner and protector, your educator and trainer, with love and affection, to serve and worship his hand and his cock, as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” she said.
Sophie had to be shocked before she would respond.
“I do,” said Sophie.
“And Alvin, do you take these two fake-lesbian bitches as your property and pets, to care for and feed, to discipline and abuse, to decorate your house and service your cock, for as long they continue to entertain you?”
“I do,” said Alvin, smirking.
“Then I pronounce you man and pets,” said the priest. “Girls, you may now show your appreciation to your husband’s cock.”
Alvin reached down and unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock.
Katy cried as she realised what she and Sophie were going to have to do in front of everyone they knew. But another shock made her wet her panties a little, and her resistance collapsed. She leaned forward and began to lick Alvin’s dick. Sophie did likewise, and the two girls found themselves in a slutty kiss with a cock between their lips.
They licked and sucked as Alvin moaned happily, until finally Alvin grabbed Sophie’s head and shoved his cock between her lips. He skullfucked her quickly, until he finally orgasmed.
“Don’t swallow,” he warned her as he ejaculated into her mouth. “Share it with your sister-wife. Drool it into her mouth so everyone can see.”
And Sophie did as she was told, holding Alvin’s cum in her mouth until he was done with her, and then crawling over to Katy, letting the semen drool from her lips into Katy’s open mouth, before leaning in to kiss her and share the cum between their mouths, until Alvin finally gave them permission to swallow.
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When it was over, the Slutwear representative congratulated the girls, and said that the footage of them crawling, confessing their feigned lesbianism, sucking Alvin’s cock and sharing his cum would play on every major internet site and television network. It would be the first thing anyone thought of when either of the girls were mentioned, for the rest of their lives.
“But we can at least have the real wedding now?” said Katy. “Privately?”
“Girls, this *was* the real wedding,” said the representative. “Laws were passed this morning, with immediate effect, giving a man the right to marry multiple women, and to literally own them as slaves provided they consented during their vows. You *are* Alvin’s wives and pets now, and you’ll be going home with him at the end of the day. I understand he’s got some pet cages picked out for you, and contracts for several porn movies for you to star in, and he has a plan to try and impregnate you both so you can lactate and give birth together…”
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