Masochist's Wedding 2
"Now, the groom and bride will exchange rings to pledge their eternal love. And we have a very special ring bearer prepared!"
With the host's announcement, a magnificently adorned massive Doberman appeared on the virgin road. When the delicate Lee Seol had prostrated herself before it, the dog had been far larger than her frail frame. It carried a ring box in its mouth, slowly approaching the altar.
The guests cheered, "Oh, how cool!" and "What a special event!" But the moment Lee Seol laid eyes on the dog, terror flooded her face.
No... not that... why is that beast here...
Seized by primal fear, she staggered back. The hem of her lavish dress caught on her shoe heel, nearly toppling her, but her gaze remained fixed on the dog's black eyes like a nail driven through her skull.
She had never formally taken a beast yet. But twice before, under the influence of lethal aphrodisiacs, she had endured those filthy memories in a haze. They flashed through her mind like a panorama: soaked in mind-shattering heat inducers, her reason shredded as she was forced to take the beast's scorching cock deep into her mouth—the alien girth stabbing her throat, the musky animal stench. And the raw sensation of its rough, slobbering tongue violating her most secret places, peeling her apart layer by layer. Even as revulsion screamed from her, the drugs twisted her hips in ecstasy, those hellish moments revived like phantoms in the approaching dog's eyes, crushing her.
The beast halted at her feet, red ring box in its jaws. Its hot, fishy breath wafted from its snout, staining her pristine white dress like filth.
Lee Seol felt her breath stop. On this sacred altar, before countless guests, the organization was dragging out her most humiliating memory.
...Ah, Master. How could You impose such a trial...
Her heart burned with resentment, but it swiftly twisted into masochistic ecstasy, consuming her. This cruel design—to shatter her utterly, reduce her to the level of a beast—was imprinted as the Master's irrevocable "complete submission."
I had no inkling of her horrific memories, slowly lifting the ring box from the dog's mouth. I patted its head gently, as if to say good job. But the dog's reaction was eerie. Its gleaming eyes never left my bride for an instant.
A low growl rumbled from its throat: grrr... grrr... It wasn't aimed at a human. It was raw dominance toward the lowly bitch who had sucked its cock, spread her legs for its tongue, moaning in drugged heat.
No formal mating had occurred, but the beast already knew: the noble woman before it was merely helpless meat, ready to be mounted and ravaged anytime.
Lee Seol read the blatant lust in its eyes and shuddered violently.
That beast... sees me as a bitch in heat.
The animal musk she couldn't endure without drugs pierced her lungs again, and her womb convulsed in shameful spasms. Before this cruel trial from her Master, she felt infinitely pathetic. Yet the deeper the pathos sank, the more her soul drowned in irresistible masochistic pleasure.
The true Master who had cast her as beast bait. The Pantheon leader's will. It transmuted into the densest proof of love, igniting her lower belly.
...Ah, Master. You make me... so utterly lowly.
In that instant, the dog's keen nose caught the shameful heat-scent wafting from her body. Sensing a female yielding to it without drugs, it lost all reason in frenzy. Gone was the trained ring bearer's poise; it snarled thickly, rearing up with massive forepaws toward her chest.
"Ah...! Aaaah!"
Caught defenseless, Lee Seol crumpled under the beast's heavy bulk. Her white wedding dress splayed obscenely across the altar as the huge dog mounted her like prey.
"Kyaa... What the hell is that..."
Screams erupted from the guests. Under countless eyes, pinned by claws, she took the beast's fetid breath full in the face.
"Haa... haa..."
But the terror and humiliation only awakened her dormant masochism. The pre-ceremony orgy, the relentless womb-crushing pressure of the plug, the piercings' vibrations fueling her heat. The pleasure wave she thought the leader had quelled surged back to swallow her.
The beast's hated musky breath now stabbed her lungs as the deadliest, most alluring narcotic, paralyzing her brain.
Ah... ah... Master, did You hold me back earlier... for this moment?
Masturbating by yanking the plug herself was a fall from heaven to earth. Mating with a beast before everyone was a vertical plunge into hell's bottomless abyss. Eternal degradation without floor.
Ah... Master. Do You wish me to plummet this far?
As shame peaked, her heat blazed paradoxically. Each scrape of her chest piercings against its coarse fur made her bite her lips bloody to stifle moans. Gone was the bride's pride; only mad craving to perish perfectly under this beast her Master bestowed.
The Lee Seol who always rejected bestiality now, without drugs, willed herself to crave mating with it in insane impulse. Each hot lick on her nape arched her back instinctively, pressing toward its underbelly.
Right then—
"No. That's far enough."
Lee Hyun's low voice snapped taut the leather leash, yanking the dog's neck tight. The beast's frenzy was crushed in his grip, ending the scene.
To guests, it was just a "huge dog too fond of people, overcome with joy." The fragile actress toppled by its weight seemed picturesque chaos.
But collapsed Lee Seol knew: a moment later, she would have hiked her dress and taken the beast on this holy altar herself.
Lee Hyun didn't offer his fallen sister a hand, just gazed down coldly. That look, sharper than the dog's fangs, branded her soul anew as sex slave.
As he led the dog away, front-row VIPs clinked glasses, chuckling. To them, peak show.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
My precious bride sprawled helplessly on the altar, panting raggedly. Between white dress folds, her thighs quivered faintly, eyes fully unfocused—like a beast beyond reason.
Her waist arched high like a bow toward the air. The dress hem shook precariously with her vulgar orgasm.
"Haa, haa... ngh...!"
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably under pleasure's crush. Inside the dress, pent-up fluids burst like a waterfall, swirling obsessively around the plug, backflowing.
Even the custom plug couldn't contain it; her belly swelled with her own shameful heat. Smooth lower abdomen bloated lewdly, as if seeded by beast cum.
Ah... aaaah! My insides... gonna burst...!
The plug's painful distension and hot fluids seeping through short-circuited her brain white-hot. As guests gasped at her "seizure," the bloating pressure morphed into extreme masochistic climax.
Under the white hem, even the plug threatened to pop. Her lewd traces seeped visibly.
On this grand altar her Master designed, she writhed, completing as base beast property. Eyes rolled back unfocused, "bitch eyes" flailing in pleasure's waves.
The searing shame of being mounted by a beast before all filled her belly to bursting ecstasy.
As guests murmured in confusion, lurking organization men moved shadow-swift. They straightened her disheveled dress, announcing firmly:
"The bride seems to have gone into temporary shock from the dog. We'll escort her to a private room for rest."
Polite yet firm guidance; people nodded. "Dog-loving huge pup" and "fragile actress" made perfect cover.
Lee Seol sank into her life's fiercest heat. No forced drug matched this. Sober humiliation sharpened every sense, setting her womb ablaze.
Her flesh, purged of human reason, was fully remade as a beast craving only mating.
"The bride's in shock! Clear the way!"
Organization's flawless handling began. They loaded her writhing form onto a waiting stretcher, draping blankets to hide arched waist and swollen belly. They swiftly mopped dress-trickling shame before eyes caught it.
Guests mistook her orgasmic hip-thrashes for PTSD spasms from shock.
"Oh god, the bride's in shock!"
Pity poured, but her moans hid ugly truth: hot fluids battered her womb against the plug. While drawing sympathy, her body chased beast phantoms in lowly mating rhythm, quivering.
White eyes and ragged breaths echoed clearer in the corridor's silence. Under perfect control, not one guest glimpsed her filth; she was en route to her Master's hell-heart.
As sacred vows ended the ceremony, underground performance hall's brutal lights awaited. Even Korea's top hotel bowed to Pantheon. As surface glamour dimmed, the deep bunker venue yawned for elect alone.
VIPs, fresh from holy wedding, shed masks, swarming below with greedy anticipation. Their footsteps hummed grotesque vigor.
Vows complete, ceremony wrapped. Under organization's polite control, guests dispersed smoothly. I'd reassured and sent parents home; now I wandered seeking my new wife.
Fake husband or not, worry gnawed. Park Manager approached my fidgeting self, satisfied with the scripted wedding.
Thin smile, he pressed a heavy card key into my hand.
"Good work. We'll handle the rest—head to the suite and rest."
"Is Lee Seol okay...? Can I check on her?"
Everything happened so fast; I couldn't process. Seizure from shock? Or body's reasonless orgasm?
Park Manager's cool smile hardened.
"No worries. Not hurt—quite the celebration. Today's rite bloomed her masochism fully. The 'Lee Seol' you knew these days? Gone."
Staring into my eyes, he added lightly, like toying with a doll:
"Na Kanghan-ssi, your role ends here. Husband label served its purpose at the hall—now upstairs, relax."
He pressed my shoulder. Rebuttal choked in throat, dissolving to gagging fear. I was pathetic: herbivore before predator, trembling limbs, no resistance.
My state exactly.
I ascended listlessly to the suite as ordered. Granite and silk luxury, but silence chilled grotesquely.
Collapsed on bed, sleep evaded. Laughable: wed today, yet no wife phone number.
Days ago, swept by unstoppable tide into this play's lead; storm passed. We'd never truly heard voices, locked eyes, shared real talk.
"The Lee Seol you knew... gone."
Park Manager's cruel words echoed. Her room's first shock. Green room humiliations today. Beyond my sanity: shattered masochist slave, dignity long discarded.
Yet more fall possible?
"Deeper abyss remained..."
Groan escaped. Thought her at nadir; Pantheon's hell plunged darker.
Her degradation's end—where?
Wife never returned. Bathed to sort thoughts, back to bed. Gazed at ring box on table.
Rites halted pre-exchange. No rings on our fingers.
But pre-ceremony, her nipples, labia, clit bore Masters' cold piercings.
Pinky for our vow: empty. Secret places: full of other men's "submission rings."
All calculated? I knew fake hubby role, but... wedding done... bitterness soured.
Silent suite, clock past 11 PM. Health worry crept. Orgy pre-rites, ceremony's torture pleasures drained her limits.
Yet 9+ hours gone. Beast org wouldn't let her sleep pretty.
Dire thoughts crushed; stared ceiling blankly.
—Ding-dong.
Heart lurched. Finally. My bride, wife, Lee Seol.
I flung door without checking intercom.
There stood my long-awaited bride, Seol.