Ravished Bride!I was a gorgeous bride upon her wedding day. My dress was a tight white sheath that moulded my hourglass figure like a second skin. My long, lustrous dark hair cascaded silkily to my shoulders (think Penelope Cruz!), and my feet were shod in the daintiest high heels of white satin. Flashing diamond buckles decorated them.
My proud papa was leading me to the limousine for the journey to church, when suddenly, with a screech of brakes, a dirty white van came to a halt in front of us.
From within sprang half a dozen rough-looking desperadoes, who headed straight for us. A look of fear came over my beautifully-made-up face.
"Grab her!" shouted one thug, and I screamed wildly as my arms, clad in long white satin gloves, were seized and twisted painfully behind me.
"Now look here..." was all my papa could say before they beat him savagely to the ground.
I was dragged screaming to the van, and quickly lifted into it. The rear doors slammed, and we were off at high speed.
In the back of the rocking, weaving van, the animals tore my lovely dress from me, with loud ripping sounds. My delicately-lingerie'd body, my finely-stockinged legs were at their mercy.
I struggled in vain, as they held me down, one of them kneeling between my splayed thighs to rape me, riding me frantically as the van went this way and that.
Each took his turn as he others held me. One wanted my bottom, and two my mouth. Thus was no orifice spared.
The van stopped to give the driver his turn, then my ruined body, clad only in laddered stockings and one high heel, was thrown out on the roadside.
I lay sobbing in a heap, my most wonderful day destroyed.