6 comments/ 119164 views/ 17 favorites Closeville Ch. 1 By: Sera Shine Chapter 1: They'll Love You "Don't worry, they're going to love you." Sherry stopped herself from nervously toying with her wrist corsage long enough to smile at her new husband. "I can't help it. I don't have much experience with these things." He laughed at her then, and called her silly. Even so, she couldn't help but feel the knots in her stomach tighten as each mile drew them closer to her new home. Frank was smiling in a peculiar way, almost taunting her. It was easy for him, being the one who knew the family they were headed to; knew everyone in Closetown, for that matter. He'd grown up surrounded by people. How could he understand how she would feel, never having known a family? How would they react to her, an outsider, a misplaced orphan city girl suddenly with an extended family to deal with? She went back to picking at her wrist flowers. "What if I'm too city-like? I don't know how to act in a small town." "They're going to love you," Frank said again. They drove on, as the cities dwindled to suburbs, and on into fields, miles and miles of nothing but fields. Sherry couldn't believe she was still in the same country, it suddenly felt like another world. An old-fashioned small town, Frank had said, far inland. Cable hadn't made its way to their televisions yet, and to get a line for long distance one still had to dial the operator. She didn't believe it, and argued over it with him. The technology had made that obsolete, no matter where you live, hadn't it? In a huff he'd said to wait and see, just wait and see. So she was waiting, and soon she would see. The radio had fizzled out long ago, and as her fatigue finally won out over her nervousness she drifted into a fitful sleep. **** Frank's lips, full and soft, brushed against her own to draw her from sleep. She opened her eyes to find his big brown eyes smiling at her. Frank, who gave her love and companionship when she thought she was alone in the world. Now he was her husband, giving her a life and a new home, a new town and neighbors, all the kinds of things that she'd longed for but never had. Tonight she would give herself to her husband, as she'd never given herself before. The thought thrilled her with anticipation, then anxiety, as she woke more completely to see that they were stopped. It was time to meet the family. "Wake up, sleeping beauty, we're here." Frank turned his attention to two young boys who were running from the house, leading to a long embrace and plenty of smiles. Sherry knew how Frank had missed his family. He'd been gone for two years trying to settle business affairs for them and for most of his neighbors, who all were related somehow, by blood or marriage, it seemed. The boys were healthy-looking, enthusiastically bombarding him with the latest news, and sneaking curious peeks at Sherry, who was just getting out of the car. The old farmhouse was just as he'd described it. It had green wood siding that was peeling in places, but somehow that just added to the charm of it. A beautiful long front porch overlooked the fields that surrounded them. There were no cars but their own. A woman came from the front door and hurried down the steps, wiping her hands on her apron along the way. She was pleasantly plump, wearing a plaid housedress and easy-comfort shoes. She smiled brightly as she rushed over to Frank. "Frankie, I'm so happy to see you!" "Hi Mom!" Frank gave her a hug, and motioned for Sherry to move closer. "Oh, and this must be Sherry! Hi dear and welcome to the family. I'm Frank's mom, I guess you know, but you can call me Emily. Unless you want to call me mom!" She laughed, and kissed Sherry on the cheek. "How was the drive? Oh, I hope it was okay. I never could manage long drives. No, I'm just as content to stay at home. Oh, I'm just getting things ready for the big reception! There's still much to do. Frank, your old room is all fixed up and waiting, why don't you show Sherry up there and she can rest for awhile." "Reception?" Sherry asked, looking up at Frank. "Why, of course!" Emily went on. "No son of mine is going to get married without a proper ceremony and reception! However you did things back in that big city, well let me just say, things are a little different here! Oh yes, must have the reception, and we must-" "Mom, okay, the reception is no problem. I just didn't tell Sherry about it." He said this last forcefully, shooting a knowing look at his mother. Emily was unaffected. "Ah well, some things are only meant for family, of course. Send her to your old room to rest, Frank, until I get these things done and I can help her get ready." "I'm really not tired, I just woke up," Sherry said. "Maybe I can help in the kitchen?" Frank and his mother exchanged a look. "No dear," Emily responded after an awkward moment, "it really would be best if you rested. You are going to have a long night." Sherry began to protest, but was taken by the hand and led away by her husband. She barely got to see the inside of the foyer when she was whisked away to an upstairs bedroom. Frank stopped outside the bedroom door and offered her a hurried kiss. "Just don't argue , okay, Sherry? I've been away a long time and things are going to be a little tense. Everyone's going to love you tonight, you just need to let Mom do her thing to get ready, okay?" "Frank, I don't think.." "Get some rest", he cut her off. "I'll see you later tonight." He opened the bedroom door for her, and motioned her inside. She hesitated for a moment, but then went in, without a word, and heard the door close behind her. She wasn't going to fight today. It was, after all, her wedding day. Her wedding day. It had not been the sort of wedding every girl dreams of, but it was nice in its own way. She'd worn a plain white dress, and they met early in the morning at the courthouse. A quick ceremony, a quick kiss to her bridegroom, and off they went. Sherry wanted to spend the first night away, in a glamorous hotel. She wanted the Honeymoon Suite, complete with champagne, a jacuzzi and soft music. There she would, for the first time, offer herself to a man. She imagined the soft candlelight, as he kissed her face, and began to undress her. His lips would fall on her shoulders and her neck. Slowly, he would remove her bra, admiring her breasts, breathlessly telling her she was beautiful before diving into her with his tongue and caress. Sherry removed her corsage, stretched out on the bed and tried to relax, not sure if it would be better to go on with the fantasy or to end it. Something would happen between them tonight when they lay in bed together as husband and wife for the first time, but it wasn't going to be the candlelit hotel room of her dreams. Frank had been adamant about returning home immediately after the ceremony. He said it was a big tradition in his family to spend the first night of marriage at home. He hadn't mentioned the big reception that seemed to be planned. If there was any consolation at all, it was that she might get her champagne anyway. Some time later, Emily popped her head through the door. "Why don't you take a bath and refresh yourself, and then I'll help you get dressed?" "Help me get dressed?" "In your wedding gown, of course." "I...didn't have a gown, I just wore a white dress. It's been sent along with my other things in the truck. I only have a few casual changes of clothes with me." "Oh no, Sherry! I can see why you're confused, but we have the gown here. I'm sure it will fit, too. Frank sent me your measurements to be exact. Every bride in our family gets a homemade gown!" "I'm not sure..." Frank sent her my measurements? "I spent hours and hours working on it, Sherry." "Oh." Sherry didn't want to hurt her mother's feelings already. "Yes, of course. I'll get ready then. Where is the gown?" "I'll bring it in after you bathe." ** After her bath Sherry did feel much refreshed. Emily returned followed by two young women, that Sherry assumed to be in their late teens. They were introduced as cousins Brenda and Little Emily. The girls brought the gown, covered in plastic wrap. They unveiled it, oooing and ahhing, as Emily beamed with pride. It was beautifully done. Stark white fabric donned with lace, pearls, and sequins in intricate designs. Sherry admired the handiwork, amazed. It was more dazzling than most of the gowns she'd seen and longed for in the Bride's magazines. She smiled a genuine smile for the first time since coming into this house. "It's very beautiful, thank you." She needed help getting into the gown, and she could see that she would need help getting out of it. It fit beautifully, straight to form, and although it was not constricting, there wasn't much room for maneuvering to get out of it. She admired herself in a mirror as Emily and the girls began primping her hair. The gown was made like no other Sherry had ever seen. The seams were entirely different. Two seams showed on the front of the gown, from the knees to the neck, on both sides. The seams came up along her thighs, leading outward across her stomach and moving along the outside of her breasts, circling closer inward through the lace patters at her neck, until they met at the top of the gown. Such an intricate pattern could not be done accidentally. "Every bride needs to be treated like a Queen" mused Emily as she placed a veil on Sherry's head. "Brenda, be sure the car is ready, I don't want her out there in the wind." Sherry smiled as she looked herself over in the unusual wedding gown. This was turning into something nice, after all. *************** Little Emily paced the bride's room nervously. "Uncle Paul has run this hall for years. Everything's kind of old fashioned since there's not many new people around here to bring in new money for the business. It doesn't matter, though, most of us are pretty happy with the hall as it is. All of the weddings are held here, and the baptisms, birthday parties - everything but the funerals! Auntie will announce you soon, and then we can go in." Sherry nodded as she admired herself in the mirror. She couldn't even believe it herself, but she looked absolutely beautiful. Her dark hair and been molded into flowing curls, poking out from beneath the beautiful veil and white flowers. The gown was altogether flattering, accenting her figure in a most delightful way. It was amazing to think that it had been done without even a fitting. She watched Little Emily pace. The girl was wearing a frilly blue dress, with a matching long blue ribbon in her hair. She toyed at it with her fingers. She looked younger than she was, though by design or by her air of nervousness, Sherry was not sure. "You're making ME nervous, Emily." Emily stopped then and smiled a bit bashfully. "I know, and you're the bride. I'm sorry, it's just that it's my first wedding too." "Oh really?" "Yes. I've just turned eighteen." "Eighteen?" "Well you're not allowed to go to weddings if you're not of age, you know." "Oh, no I didn't know..." Little Emily shot Sherry a strange look, as though it was something everybody knew. "Well it doesn't matter. You're the one who really has to worry, being the bride and all." "Yes, I'm a little nervous too." "I don't blame you. Can I ask you something? Did you ever.. well, you know. With a man before?" "That's a bit personal, Emily. I mean, that's between Frank and me." Emily rolled her eyes. "right.. okay, nevermind." Her voice carried the edge of teen-aged sarcasm. "not like we won't all find out anyway. Look, here comes Auntie." Sherry glanced oddly at Little Emily, but there was no time to question as Frank's mother came into the hall and motioned for them to come. "Everybody, may I present my son's new wife, Sherry. She's quite a beauty." A hush fell over the hall as Sherry stepped through the archway. With a tentative smile she proceeded down the makeshift aisle between the rows of tables. A murmur began to rumble as she passed. "Oh my, isn't she lovely?" "Frank's done us good!" "Oh dear me, she's gorgeous!" Her hands were shaking and she was too nervous to look at the faces of the many people gathered around. She looked ahead, and at the top of the aisle was Frank, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo. He smiled encouragingly, and Sherry's smile widened genuinely. It was a relief to see him standing there, knowing that he would be there beside her for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't have to face these people alone. Nearing the end, Frank stepped forward and offered his hand to her, which she grasped gratefully. He grinned wildly to the crowd and pulled her close to him, pressing her against him and moving his mouth to cover hers. She could taste liquor on him as he opened his mouth and probed his tongue into her. Startled, Sherry tried to pull back, but his hand held her head firmly in place. She tried to speak but that was impossible, and as Frank kissed her harder she relented and returned the kiss. His hand moved from her side to her back, and then traced down to her buttocks, which he squeezed firmly. She did try to break away from him, then, squealing. The guests applauded. "Frank! You can't do that in front of everybody!" she hissed at him when he released her. Her husband smiled coolly at her, touching a finger to her chin and lifting it so that she looked straight up at him. "Yes I can, love." He said softly and smiled his most charming smile, brushing his lips against hers softly, gently, then leading her to the head table. Tears stung at her eyes as the champagne was poured, and she tried unsuccessfully to fight them back. Sherry dabbed at her eyes with her napkin as casually as she could manage, smiling politely at the young man filling the glasses before them. "Tommy, great to see you!" Frank shook hands with him. "Sherry, this is cousin Tommy, we used to go fishing together every Saturday. How about it, remember that?" Tommy grinned and nodded, moving on to the next table. "Tommy's not real quick, but he's a sweet kid. Hey," Frank moved closer to her, lowering his voice. "Don't be like this, Sherry. It's going to be okay." He looked at her with unabashed sincerity, kissing her cheek and patting her shoulder. "Sherry, there's a lot I didn't tell you, and of course you're going to find out everything. No matter what you think, know that I love you. I really mean it, I do. I'm so happy that you're my wife, and I'm sure that after the initial adjustments are done with you're going to be very happy here. Okay? Give it a chance." "Frank, that's not what it's about." "Yes it is, Sherry. I know exactly what it's about. Just remember this: I'm your husband and I love you, and I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. You believe that, don't you?" She sniffed. "Yes, but Frank-" "Let it go at that for now." He picked up his glass of champagne and drank it quickly, then motioned for her to do the same. "Drink up, Sherry, it's going to be a long night." There was something strange about his attitude, and Sherry felt distinctly that there was something everybody knew except for her. She wanted to get Frank into a private place to demand that he tell her what was happening, but there was a look about him that told her he didn't expect her to demand anything from him at all. This both angered and intrigued her, as though the man she loved was suddenly a mysterious stranger, exciting but somehow dangerous. She didn't want the champagne anymore, but she drank it anyway. She drank the second glass as well. She drank some of the third. "Oh look at the happy couple, still sitting here when everyone else is mingling! Frankie, my dear it's time for you to introduce your bride to the family!" Emily's cheeks were flushed with excitement as she tugged at her son's shirt sleeve, pulling him from the chair. "I think Mom's had too much champagne!" he whispered to Sherry and giggled. He took her hand and pulled her to her feet as well. The champagne affected her, and she felt pleasantly light-headed as they walked around the the tables. "Aunt Rita, Uncle Fred, may I present my wife, Sherry." "Oh, I am so happy for the two of you!" "Congratulations honey!" "I can't believe you're the same little Frankie who used to dig in my garden." "Welcome to the family, dear!" Kisses and hugs went all around, and the mood was very festive. Sherry felt more easy with the group, the champagne helping her along. She was led from table to table, following the same format each time. "And this is my third cousin, Jeff. We went all through school together." Jeff was about Frank's age, and he sat with a young blonde girl, who didn't stand up to greet them until Jeff grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. "This is my wife, Tara." "Pleased to meet you, Tara!" said Frank cheerfully, and he kissed the girl on the cheek. She seemed to wince away from him. Jeff's eyes narrowed at her and Sherry saw him grab her arm tightly, seeming to squeeze hard. Tara's eyes widened and she suddenly smiled. "Pleased to meet you, too." She said, though she didn't sound pleased. She sounded quite sullen. "Give her a hug and a kiss." Frank whispered to Sherry. Sherry looked at him to protest, but the expression on his face frightened her enough that she did as she was told. She thought the girl might have been better off left alone. As she put her lips to the Tara's cheek, she could see from the corner of her eye both Jeff and Frank watching warily. Tara did not move, just stared straight ahead and accepted the kiss. Sherry could hear Jeff talking under his breath. "Good luck. I am having so much trouble." "I see, sorry. Well maybe Sherry will help." "We'll see." Sherry pulled back and looked into Tara's eyes. Tara didn't seem to see her at first, and when her eyes focused she seemed to realize what was happening for the first time. Her eyes went up and down Sherry's bridal gown, widening madly. "Get out now while you still can!" She said quickly. "Tara!" Jeff grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the table, the poor girl emitting a stifled squeal. "Let's go, Sherry, Aunt Mary's waiting to see you." "Frank what was that about?" "Never mind it." "How can I never mind it, that girl looked terrified. What does she mean get out while I can." "She's ill, sweetie, she doesn't know what she's saying. You can't get out. You don't need to get out. Everything is fine. Don't worry." "Frank I'm getting scared." "Don't worry. Everyone loves you." Somehow it no longer seemed to matter if everyone loved her or not, there was something eerie about the whole thing. Aunt Mary was ancient and tired, and placed a delicate kiss on Sherry's cheek. She was the last guest to meet. Little Emily rushed up to Frank, sweating from dancing during the introductions. She hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad you're home, Frankie!" she looked up at him adoringly. "and this is my first wedding!" "You didn't go to Jeff's wedding?" "No, I was still a month too young." She pouted, momentarily. "Tara was no fun anyway, they tell me. Are we ready to start yet?" "Shhh, Emily. In a few minutes, okay?" "Okay!" Emily ran off. "Start what, Frank?" "Come here." Frank pulled her towards the dance floor. "Frank, stop! I want to know now what is going on. This is too strange." "Come here, and you'll find out." He gripped her arm firmly, hurting her when she tried to pull away. "don't fight me and you won't get hurt." He said calmly. "Frank I don't like this!" Sherry was again near tears. "Sshhhhh." Frank made a gesture towards the band and a slow, romantic tune began to play. He pulled his bride onto the dance floor and rocked her in time with the music. Sherry pressed her head against his chest, not caring if her eye makeup rubbed off onto his crisp white shirt. Her head was spinning from the champagne and excitement. She wanted to get away, but he held her so tightly, and he was so strong, such a comfort to her that the urge began to leave her and she let herself fall in time with the music, until he loosened his grip on her, and she did not try to run. They danced. Closeville Ch. 1 His lips pressed to her neck sending a shiver through her. She rested her hands on his sides as he caressed her arms with his hands, pulling her body close to him. She could feel his erection pressing against her stomach through all of the material. "We're in front of all these people," the thought flickered through her mind but for that one moment it didn't matter. Her husband held her tightly to him, planting kisses on her cheek, her neck, and her ear. She grinned at him, hearing the applause of his family behind them. Lust showed in Frank's eyes and Sherry didn't mind it, instead she found herself becoming aroused as well, her skin tingling, a warmth spreading between her legs. Frank sensed this change in her and smiled his most genuine smile. He casually stroked each of her arms from the elbow to the wrist. "Do you trust me, Sherry?" "Yes, Frank, but things have been so str-" "Sshhhh..." he kissed her lips gently, "no buts. " His fingers kneaded at her arms, fitting her arm to his hand, holding her more tightly. He moved her arms from his side to rest at her side. "You're my wife now, and I'm going to take care of you. I brought you here to share with you the best of life and love. You have to believe in that. Believe in me. Believe in us." Sherry stared into his eyes and smiled uncertainly. He laced his fingers through hers. "Do you believe in us, Sherry, enough to trust me. To trust that I know what's best for us?" "Frank, I-" He kissed her, smothering her words. He pulled her hands behind her back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. Sherry could feel her breath heighten and her stomach flipped in a sudden jolt of fear. Frank held her hands tightly, with his body pressed against her heavily, his nose to her nose, his eyes probing into her eyes. Doesn't anybody see this? Sherry wondered, looking at Frank a bit fearfully. But still that warmth spread within her, she could feel her excitement mounting rather than dissipating, though her mind told her she was in some kind of trouble. "Do you?" Frank uttered from deep in his throat. "Y..yes, Frank." He smiled at her then, thoroughly pleased. "Good girl." He kissed her fully then, probing his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands roamed from her sides to her stomach and across her breasts, and it was then that Sherry realized he was no longer holding her at the wrists. Yet she still couldn't move her arms, somehow bound behind her back. Real fear traced through her then, and she tried to break the kiss and say his name, but could not get the leverage on him. The gathered family and friends began to murmur then, some cheers and applause followed as they drew closer. Distinct voices began to come through, and Sherry could place them although she couldn't see them standing behind her. She felt hands on her back and heavy breathing on her neck, still as Frank continued to kiss her with a firmness she couldn't break from. "Welcome to the family, dear!" Emily's voice chimed close to Sherry's ear. "Frank are you ready?" Frank nodded through the kiss just as Sherry began to scream and struggle in vain to break away. She bit his tongue and tasted his blood. Frank jumped back and cursed, putting his hand over her mouth before she could say anything else. Sherry felt hands on her legs, around her waist and her arms, holding her perfectly still. She stared at Frank, furiously bewildered, as she saw Emily come from the back handing something to Frank. Emily winked at her. "Don't worry about a thing, dear." Emily put her hands on Sherry's chin and forehead, while Frank took the thing she handed him and put it to Sherry's face. He moved his hand from her mouth and shoved the plastic thing inside her mouth, gagging her before she could scream. Sherry moaned and made muffled sobbing noises as Frank secured the gag behind her head. Before she could get her bearings she found herself being lifted and placed on a table. Her legs were spread apart and her feet secured to a cast iron loop. Her arms were unbound from behind her and stretched out on each side, similarly secured. She looked up through her tears to see the family gathered around her in a circle, smiling and leering. Many of the men clapped Frank on the back while the women nodded approvingly. Sherry struggled against her binds but there was no escape. She sobbed behind the plastic gag. Frank grinned above her. He bent down to her ear and whispered, "Believe, Sherry. Don't worry." "Oh, poor girl, she's so upset." One of the aunts noted sympathetically. "Well, marriage is always an adjustment!" another replied cheerfully. "Frankie, you really done yourself well, there. What a charming wife you caught. I wish you the best of luck, boy, you'll do fine." A gruff male voice said. Frank grinned, shaking Uncle David's hand. "Thank you, sir." Emily approached, holding out a lacy box. "Oh now, Frank, here's the customary gift from the groom's parents. How I wish your father was here to see this." A tear slid from her eye. "Thanks, mom." Frank kissed his mother on the cheek softly, smiling at her. All of this Sherry watched from her vantage point on the table. She was having trouble breathing through the gag, her breath coming in short gasps through her nose, which was getting stuffed up as she sobbed. Still she watched her husband open the package and her heart stopped for a moment when she saw what he took from the frilly, decorative box. A knife. A luxurious slender white handle, carved with intricate designs too small to see, supporting a long silver blade, Frank gazed at it smiling, then kissed the tip. He began to lower it to her bosom. Sherry panicked, writhing and straining against her bonds, her breath coming harder and harder and her screams muffled by the gag. She began to choke and sputter, her vision blurring so that she could not see her husband any more, but felt the slight pressure of the tip of the knife just below her throat through the lace of her gown. "Oh for God's sake, Frank! What the girl needs is a good slap, straighten her out." She heard Frank's voice harden. "Don't touch her! Sherry is *my* wife. You let me handle her my own way, Uncle Bob, stay back." A elderly female voice from the crowd, possibly Aunt Mary, "they don't do things that way anymore, you know. Now it's all reason, reason, reason." Sherry felt Frank's body over her, leaning into her. His chest pressed against her breasts, and his fingers caressed her cheeks. "Sshhh, Sherry, shhh, love. You gotta calm down, sweetness. Sshhh.." His voice was soothing, but still she choked and sputtered. He put his eyes on hers and looked at her with loving concern. She moaned through the gag, pleading with him. He kissed her eyes, first one, then the other, licking at her tears, then kissed her nose. He raised his hand to her face and removed the gag, placing his finger across her lips in a "quiet" gesture. Sounds escaped her involuntarily as she gasped for air. Frank didn't try to stop her. He remained looking deeply into her eyes, caressing her cheek, holding his finger over her lips. As her breathing improved, she could hear a disapproving murmur from the crowd. She cast her eyes upwards to look at the faces scowling down at her. "No!" Frank said sharply. "Look at me. Just me." She turned her eyes back towards him. His finger ran up and down her cheek in a loving caress. Sherry's breath hitched, but slowed, she was more composed. He kissed her lips through his finger. "You have to breathe, sweetie." he said. He brushed a stray hair from her eyes. "This doesn't have to be awful, Sherry. He picked up the knife with his free hand, laying next to her head. He traced the blade over her face. Sherry froze, eyes wide with fear. "See?" The blade ran down her nose, across her left cheek, outlined her lips. "not a scratch. I love you. If you believe I love you, trust that I won't hurt you," the blade ran across her throat, touching her earlobe on one side, then across to the other, "if you believe that, my dear wife, it won't be awful." He held his finger over her mouth, in the understood command to not speak, and continued to trace her face and throat with the blade of the Wedding Knife, murmuring to her in comforting tones, until her hitched breathing stopped and she lay silent below him, stray tears falling from her eyes. The guests stood gathered round, silent now except for the expectant shuffling and side conversations. Frank dropped the knife and placed both hands on her shoulders, once again covering her mouth with his and kissing her deeply. Sherry was frightened, still she responded. Her body responded in ways more intense than she'd ever imagined, as she lay in these binds and could not move on her own. Frank wasn't going to hurt her, she knew now. He wasn't going to stab her or sacrifice her here on this table. He loved her. Her heart pounded in fear anyway, but with this understanding came a thrill of anticipation as well. What was in store? "Okay now." Frank said as he broke the kiss. He put the gag back in her mouth. "It's time for the ceremony to start." The guests applauded, and Emily came back to stand by her son. "I'm so proud of you, honey! You handled that beautifully!" "Thanks, Mom." Frank grinned with pride. Sherry closed her eyes as he picked up the knife. Again she felt the blade trace across her throat, down to a place just above her chest. She felt his hands roam over her breasts and felt her sex clench and tense when one of his hands tweaked a nipple through the fabric. She heard fabric ripping around her right breast, down along her stomach, around her hip and down to her slightly bent knee. It started again at the left side and up, around her hip, across her stomach, around her left breast and across the top of the gown. A cheer rose through the crowd as Frank lifted the cut material and moved it downward, cool air moving in to touch Sherry's exposed stomach. She realized now why the dress had been made with unique seams. The fabric was still attached by the knees. She felt hands on her legs, unknown family members, removing her binds and slipping her legs from outside of the gown, resecuring them without the covering. She felt Frank's lips on her stomach. Sherry knew now that she was helpless, that no amount of crying, writhing, or fighting would release her from this table, so she allowed the tears to slide from her eyes, and concentrated on breathing well to not choke as she did before. Her husband's lips on her stomach were sending chills through her, and she realized that she could no longer control her own body's reactions either. The understanding was somehow liberating. There was nothing she could do but let it happen, however her husband deemed it would. Frank kissed her stomach, her cleavage through her bra, the lace still covering the top of her chest, kissed her neck, her cheeks, her eyes, her forehead. He nibbled on her left earlobe, sending a thrill through her. "good girl" he whispered. Amazingly, Sherry felt proud of herself upon hearing his praise. She never imagined her wedding night being quite like this. The Wedding Knife, again, tracing her breasts. Frank placed the tip under her bra, brushing her tender skin with the blade. He turned it upwards, slicing through the material holding the cups together. The bra gave way, spilling her breasts out into the open. Sherry gasped, hearing the guests applaud politely with some cheers of appraisal mixed in. She could feel her face flush, realizing her exposure. Before she could adjust to this, Frank traced the knife along her stomach, to the french cut lace panties she wore. The blade tickled her around her hips, but she dared not move. In two quick flicks, he sliced through the thinnest sections of lace. The panties still lay, covering her mound beneath. Frank grinned at those around him, raising his eyebrows and accepting their congratulations. He replaced the knife into the lacy box, handing it back to Emily, who beamed with maternal pride. He kissed his wife's stomach, then grabbed the waistline of her panties in his teeth, moving it downward until her sex was exposed, his nose skimming along her slit. Sherry felt his hot breath on her pussy, and her body jerked in reaction. Tears of embarrassment sprung to her eyes once again as she realized her exposure and utter helplessness. She could feel the hot warmth spreading between her legs, and she knew she must be very wet. Everyone would know she was very wet. This both embarrassed and exciting her more, the two emotions playing against each other in mounting tension. She heard the voices around her. "oh, lovely." "I knew it when I saw her, she was going to be a beauty!" "You sure done good, Frankie!" Sherry felt Frank's fingers probing at her, sucking sounds coming from her wetness. Softness, his tongue, caressing her, licking at her juices. She moaned beneath her gag, for the first time for something other than fear. She felt her pussy lips being opened, exposing her deeply for all to see. Frank's tongue deep inside her, deeper than anything besides her own fingers had been before. "Mmmm..she's very tight," he said softly, to nobody. He nibbled at her lips, causing her to arch her hips towards him despite her best efforts to stay in place, to not writhe against her binds. Sherry felt herself tense, her muscles clenching in an involuntary contraction. "there we go." Said Frank, apparently waiting for that reaction. The guests applauded again, reminding Sherry of their presence. Again she realized how exposed she was. She'd never given herself to a man before, and now she was doing it before all of his family and friends. Frank ran a hand along her thigh, kissed her stomach and ran his tongue across the underside of her breasts. His fingers found her cunt again and stroked her lightly, occasionally dipping inside her grab more lubrication. He drew his tongue across her right breast, circling her nipple until it grew erect, then flicking at it with her tongue. He did the same to the left breast, christening each breast with his saliva, nibbling gently at her nipples until she clenched against his fingers again, her hips raising to him. Frank kissed her neck, whispering "good, Sherry, good girl" into her ear. He stood again and stepped back, walking around behind her head. There he sat in a chair pulled up to the table, so that her head lay at his chest. Frank folded his hands across her chest, playing at her nipples. His arms hid her view of the lower end of the table. Sherry looked up at him but he was not looking at her, instead his attention was focused downward, towards the shuffling sounds and murmuring of the guests. He smiled at them, with apparent pride. "Oh, Frank, congratulations, sweetie." Emily's voice sounded teary. "I know I said it before but I really do wish your father was here." "I know, Mom, thanks." Sherry's body jolted as the felt the touch on her pussy. Warm, sweaty hands, kneading into her flesh. Frank looked down at her momentarily, winking reassuringly. She felt a warm softness enter her, swirl around her, and a slurping sound. "Welcome to the family, dear." Emily's muffled voice came from between Sherry's legs, overcome with emotion. A final kiss and she was gone. "Aunt Mary. " Frank said cordially. "Congratulations, and a long love and life for you both." Came the elderly reply. Then a hestitation, and she shuffled forward to the head of the table, kissing Frank on the chin and bending to kiss Sherry's forehead. Sherry looked up, wide eyed at the old woman. Aunt Mary whispered in Frank's ear: "I don't want to interfere, dear, but really she should be able to see who she is receiving." Frank looked down, surprised. "Oh! You're right, of course. I didn't realize." "You're excited, I know, but remember, Frankie, details.. details." She shook a finger at him and a look exchanged between them, clearly reminiscent of some past conversation. Frank blushed and replied "Yes Aunt Mary, you are right. I'll take care of that." He went over to the cake table and came back with a white satin pillow. Lifting Shery's head and shoulders, he placed it beneath her, offering much comfort to her position but also forcing her to look downwards, where she could see her breasts exposed, the tops of her knees, and the long line of Frank's relatives waiting beyond. Aunt Mary shuffled back to the foot of the table and placed a shakey hand on Sherry's thigh. She bent down and gave a dry kiss onto Sherry's lips, then smiled and went on her way. Uncle Bob was next, the one who wanted Frank to hit her earlier. Sherry tensed, feeling repulsed. Uncle Bob seemed not to notice, but Frank did, and he grabbed her nipples rather roughly and squeezed them. Sherry looked up at him in surprise. "be polite." He whispered. Uncle Bob was not polite. He bent forward without a word of congratulations and slurped at her cunt, probing at her with his tongue then fingers roughly. Sherry whimpered behind her gag, then felt Frank caressing her nipples reassuringly. Frank stared down the table, looking a bit annoyed, glancing at his mother for help. "Okay, Bob, let's save some for everyone else, huh?" Emily chimed in merrily. The guests chuckled. "Bob loves weddings, always hogging up the pussy and the cake. He'll never change." "All right, all right." Uncle Bob looked up and grinned, "Good luck to you." Aunt Rita was next, smiling with good cheer. She gave her blessing and delivered a gently kiss, though her nails were long and hard and scratched at Sherry's thighs. Sherry winced and shifted, feeling Frank's fingers tighten around her nipples again. She closed her eyes, blocking the tears and shuddered, trying not to move. The guests came and went quickly, mostly offering a quick lick and kiss and a good luck wish. Sherry could see the line waiting and realized the guests had lined up in age order, the younger people waiting way in the back. She could see Little Emily's blue ribbon bouncing way at the end of the line. Sherry felt her embarrassment dissipating as the aunts and uncles delivered their kisses. It would be over soon enough, she surmised. The cousins began to make their way forward, those in the back straggling their heads to see. Mary Ellen, an attractive cousin in her thirties approached and smiled flirtingly at Frank. He stopped playing with Sherry's nipples to rise and reach out his hand to her, shaking hers with an exclamation of hello. Sherry felt instantly jealous, and clenched her pussy as tight as she could as Mary Ellen bent to deliver the customary good luck kiss. A light peck was placed on her labia. "Hmm.. you've got a fiesty one there, Frankie. I don't think she likes me." She winked at Frank seductively and sashayed off without another look to Sherry. Frank smiled down at his wife and shrugged innocently, returning his fingers to her breasts. Sherry closed her eyes, beginning to lose control of her body as the sensations of so many different touches came to her. Some short, some lingering, some soft, some rough, all the while her nipples being pinched and flicked, stroked and coddled, her wetness growing, her breathing increasing. "Good luck" "Best to you" "Welcome, Sherry" The greetings swam through her head and she no longer could place who they were from. Fingers inside her, swirling the thick liquid, tongues roaming across her slit, entering in her, and as the line progressed and the guests got younger, some playful teases on her clitoris, causing her to wriggle and moan beneath through her gag, struggling in her binds. Frank did not squeeze her roughly for it, apparently pleased with the response. Rough hands, spreading her open and massaging her, penetrating her quickly while flicking at her clit. Sherry gasped and her eyes flew open, revealing cousin Bob leering at her. Frank leaned down to her ear and whispered in her ear apologetically "he's just like his father." Closeville Ch. 1 Sherry began to protest against her binds and Frank did not correct her but did not move to intervene. Cousin Bob shoved his finger deep inside her, hurting her. "Hey Bob, don't ruin the ending!" A voice shouted from the crowd around. Frank sighed heavily, the sigh of one putting up with a relative for the sake of the family, though he might prefer to punch him. "Oh don't be such a bunch of prudes!" Bob shouted back, getting some cheers from the young folks, disapproving clickings of tongues from the older generation. Bob had Sherry's juices covering his hand, and he took his pinky, well lubricated, and pressed it inside her virginal anus, causing Sherry to arch her back and whimper with surprise and pain, increasing as he moved his finger around in a circular fashion. He laughed and withdrew his hand. "A real cutie, Frank!" He sucked at her and bit her, causing her to shudder as the pain hit her, also causing her cunt to clench ferociously as what might be the beginning of an orgasm began to hit. Alarmed, Frank rose from his seat. He took a step towards Bob who backed away. "all right, all right. For God's sake." A girl waiting in line rolled her eyes. "He almost made her cum, I mean really. He should know better than that." "Of course he knows better," replied her companion. "He's just a jerk." Sherry struggled against the straps and shivered, gasping, feeling wetness flow down her throbbing cunt. "Yeah, like the bitch didn't like it. Look at her!" Bob's voice from a distant table. "Calm down, Sherry." Frank, stroking her face. "it's okay, don't cum yet. Just calm down." Sherry shuddered and tried to stop her pussy from clenching and the orgasm mounting. Little Emily rushed forward, next to Frank. "Is it going to ruin everything if she can't stop?" "No" said Frank, "it's just better if she doesn't. Want to help me get her calm." "Okay!" Emily beamed. "Here..." Frank took her hand and ran it up and down sherry's sternum, stroking her lightly. " just do that for a minute, it's very soothing for her." Frank continued to stroke Sherry's face. The light strokes were easy, reassuring, and in a few moments Sherry did calm down, and felt better. Her mouth was becoming very sore from the gag, and tears poured down her face. Again her nose stuffed up and she had trouble breathing, though she was not frantic as she had been earlier. Frank looked concerned. He kissed her cheek. "If you promise not to talk, not talk at all, not even a word, I'll take off the gag. Do you think you can do that?" Sherry nodded quickly, wondering how he knew that was what she needed so badly. "Okay.." Frank said, "But a warning. If you talk, even one word, it goes right back on and will stay on all night. understand?" She nodded through her sobs, her breath hitching. Frank untied the gag and removed it, allowing Sherry to breathe freely. She looked up at him gratefully. He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. Little Emily stood by, wide eyed. Frank smiled at her. "You okay? First wedding and all?" "Oh, she's beautiful!" Emily sighed. "Is she okay?" "Yeah, she'll be okay. You helped a lot, I think." "I did?" Emily smiled happily. "Yep. You want to stay here and help me for awhile?" "Okay." Frank took Little Emily's hand and placed it over Sherry's right breast. The girl was tentative, this obviously being a new experience for her. She touched the breast gently, stroked it as one might stroke a flower. Her fingers danced around the nipple, and she smiled as she could see it grow erect as a result of her touch. She pinched it lightly with her fingers. "Let's finish this up" Frank said cheerfully. A pretty redheaded girl came forward, her eyes meeting Sherry's with a smile, then nodding to Frank. She bent forward and licked Sherry's slit, then stepped back with a startled smile. She reached into her purse and pulled out a floral handkerchief and dabbed at Sherry's labia, removing much of the excess moisture. Her finger gently swabbed around Sherry's anus, cleaning her off a bit. Sherry could feel the stickiness there abate a bit, and was grateful to the girl, whose name she forgot. The redhead leaned forward again and kissed her clitoris, licking at it in a delicate, circular manner. She sucked on it then, and teased with one finger around the opening of her vagina. Sherry sighed, a smile escaping her lips. She looked up to Frank, who gazed back at her. He bent forward and brushed his lips against hers, upside down. Sherry could feel Little Emily's fingers on her breast, still kneading gently. She felt stimulated and loved, and her excitement grew again quickly. Her pussy contracted and the redhead withdrew, kissing her again on the thigh before walking away. Jeff and Tara approached, him holding her arm forcibly pushing her to the table. Tara stared ahead with dead eyes, and Jeff scowled at her with anger. He whispered to her, and she slowly leaned forward, her head between Sherry's spread legs, her warm cheeks touching Sherry's thighs. She stayed there for a moment, but did not offer a kiss. Tara lifted her head as if she had, but Jeff knew. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her hair, pushing her head into Sherry. Tara let out a muffled sob. Frank winced, bending his head to kiss Sherry's forehead, reassuring her. "I want to hear you, Tara." Jeff growled under his breath, but loud enough for those at the table to hear. Tara sobbed. "I can't" , almost unintelligibly. But she did, as he held her head firmly, pushing her nose into Sherry's vagina, covering her face with the juices flowing there. Tara began kissing the skin there, making sucking noises through her sobs, until finally Jeff was satisfied and pulled her head back. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face messy. Jeff took a napkin from the tableside and wiped her mouth with it, as her eyes began to dull again. Jeff sighed, shaking his head. He leaned forward and offered Sherry a quick kiss, then came to the head of the table, Tara held firmly by her arm at his side. "You'd think it killed her, right?" He said, chucking. Frank smiled and shrugged. "Ehh, good luck is all that I can say." Jeff led his wife away. Sherry stared at Frank wide-eyed. He kissed her lips gently. "Don't worry, Sherry, we won't be like that." The remaining few guests were gentle , the elders in the crowd watching murmured their approval. Cousin Bob had nearly ruined it, it was good that the youngsters left were mature enough to do the right thing. Still Sherry began to pant, a moan escaping her lips. She looked to Frank fearfully, afraid of the gag, but he made no move. No words, she reminded herself. Tommy the bartender approached nervously with his face bright red. A few words of encouragement came from the guests, as he bent between her throbbing legs quickly and delivered a very quick kiss before turning hurriedly away. Brenda, the dark haired teenager who helped with the gown giggled as she put her hand on Sherry's knee, tracing it up to the thigh. Sherry jumped in surprise as the young girl nipped at her clitoris, barely stifling a yelp. The girl laughed and stepped aside. "You're next" Frank said to Little Emily. "You, then me." He winked at her. Little Emily grinned and stepped to the lower end of the table. The crowd hushed and gathered closer, voices mingling from them. It was her first wedding, someone get the camera. Words of encouragement as Emily stood looking curiously between Sherry's legs. Sherry realized then that this night was as much an event for Emily as it was for her. Emily leaned forward and pressed her nose to the slit, nuzzling her open. The guests applauded. Aunt Deborah, Emily's mother, could be heard sobbing softly. Emily pressed in further, inhaling audibly. She probed into the hole with her tongue, licking and pressing it in as far as she could go. Frank moved from his position and joined her at the bottom. Sherry bit her lip, her body once again getting the best of her as she began to writhe in excitement. Frank patted Emily on the head. She looked up at him, and he nodded for her to continue. Her tongue circled and probed, and Frank licked his finger and worked it in between Sherry's labia, finding her clitoris and rubbing it from side to side, slowly at first, then vigorously. Sherry closed her eyes and struggled to not speak, gasping and shuddering. She could feel the liquid pouring out of her, dripping all over the remnants of her gown, Little Emily's face, and Frank's finger. The crowd applauded merrily as the crescendo increased, as her hips began to rise against their restraints to meet the flesh penetrating her. Emily stepped away and there was just Frank, just her husband, stroking her clit and slit and probing his fingers into her. Sherry began to scream. Then there it was, hot and hard pushing into her, hurting her but still she wanted it. She bit her lip against her words, "Yes ..oh please yes!" , succeeding to leave it sounding like the moan that it was. Frank pushed into her in a white and red flash, as the cameras went off and the guests nodding exchanging smiles. His manhood slid in and out of her, the friction hot and painful to her through the pleasure. A shudder began that would not stop, and she bounced around on the table through the binds, feeling her pussy contracting in rhythm with her husband's thrusts. She arched her back in ecstasy and gasped as her orgasm started. Frank grunted and released his sperm into her, filling her just as she screamed again and shook uncontrollably, feeling her own hot juices mixing with his. Frank panted and collapsed across her, his tuxedo pants hanging at his knees. He lay there for a few moments, the room silent except for the camera clicks. He withdrew from her slowly, kissing and nuzzling her breasts. Moving up to her mouth and kissing her again. He put his finger across her lips again as he stood and walked away. Sherry dared not speak. "A lovely ceremony, Frankie." "I can't wait to see the gown displayed!" "Quite a catch, the blood's the telltale sign. Good work, Frankie!" The praise continued from the parade of relatives. Frank shook hands and posed for pictures, as Sherry still lay exposed, feeling the air cooling the wetness she lay in, making her sticky. "Frank, honey, she really should be gagged." Aunt Deborah said from behind her camera. "She's ok. She's not talking." "Yeah, but one little mistake. It's really bad luck if she does. Everything has gone so nicely so far it would be a shame to see it ruined." "Well, it hurt her, and I don't want to. She doesn't deserve it." An argument began then, over whether the superstition was worth it, and whether Frank was being too lenient, and what should be done about it. Sherry lay listening, still somewhat aroused, feeling angry and betrayed for being in this situation. There was no warning from Frank what marriage to him would mean, and yet she loved him anyway, and was still glad to be his wife. She felt guilty for enjoying it, then, it was so contrary to her lifelong beliefs of what was proper. She began to cry softly, but still dared not speak. "Frank, see, she's upset. Any little mistake.." "Okay, okay." Frank came over to her, smiling at her and touching her lightly. "The party won't be for much longer, Sherry, but until the end we have to take care that you don't make any mistakes. It's just tradition, okay, and some of the older folks are worried about some old superstitions. It's better to just go along with them, it won't be bad. Just relax." Frank pulled a smaller gag from his pocket, which required not tie behind the head. She could spit it out easily enough, but she wouldn't, and he knew she wouldn't. She opened her mouth and he put it in, the outer rim of it resting on her lips, the small bulb inside fitting comfortable, but making speech impossible. He praised her then, and took another item from his pocket, covering her eyes this time with the black blindfold. No longer able to see, Sherry felt his hand brush along her chin, her chest, reassuringly cupping a breast, then he was gone. The party continued, music and dancing, gossip around the table. Anonymously guests would come to her then, some touching her lightly, some stroking her heavily, until again she was covered in her own juices. Some drank from her. None talked to her. Some visited for a fleeting moment, some lingered, stroking until she thrashed on the table, desperately holding onto the plastic between her teeth. She fought the orgasm as well as she could, not wanting to cum without Frank there, but in the end it could not be helped. A few sets of hands gathered around the table clapped at the time, though if they rewarded Sherry or the unknown lover, she did not know. Some of them left without goodbyes. Some stroked her breasts briefly in a silent farewell, some shook Frank's hand and promised to call soon. Mother Emily hugged her son hard and dabbed at her own tears, saying his father would have been proud. Little Emily hugged him and giggled. The last guest out the door, Frank came to his bride and kissed her cheek, her forehead, untying her left hand. "I told you they were going to love you."