"Stop squirming Yulia!" Anna scolded as she zipped up the wedding gown.
"It is too tight" I whined and it was. After ordering it, Victor had demanded some alterations, making it shorter and tighter, so that it resembled a kind of lacy mini-dress with a long train. The dress was so short that my white thigh high stockings with their lacy stocking tops and suspenders were clearly on view. On my feet with a pair of white platform stripper shoes with 3'' soles and 6'' heels. I looked like a whore-version of a bride. I had been furious when I saw the changes, but Victor's family brushed away my complaints as if they wasn't important.
"No your tits are too big!" Anna huffed. I couldn't argue with that.
The only good thing about this wedding was that for the first time since this nightmare had begun, I had slept on my own and hadn't gone to bed with the taste of cock in my mouth and awoken without my head being pushed towards Victor's crotch. Of course, after today was over Victor would want to have his way with me and the worst part was part of me couldn't wait. The thought of being with a guy was still disgusting but, whether it was Yulia's sex drive or just the constant reference to sex in my new life, I was so horny I could barely sleep. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror without soaking my own panties.
Anna finished with the dress "There done. I need a cigarette. Natalya come!" She barked and left.
"In a minute" Natalya barked back and instead turned to me "I think you look delicious Yulia. You are wasted on Victor, but don't worry, he will soon get bored with you and when he does you and I will have a lot more time together" to my complete shock she leant in and kissed me full on the lips, before smirking and sashaying out the room. After she left, I sat in front of the dresser mirror shaking both with fear and desire to get off. I looked at myself in the mirror with the disbelief that had become so common. I was a slutty bride with shiny glossed over-stuffed lips stuck in permanent pout and huge breasts straining to explode from the wedding dress. My blonde hair was piled up on my head and my fingers were topped with inch long white extensions.
I reached for my cigarettes, only to remember that Madam Ambramov had taken them away this morning as she believed it was unbecoming for a bride to smoke in her wedding dress. I despised the horrible things so I was initially pleased, but as the stressful day went on I realised how addicted I had become to them and was now gasping for one. Angrily I picked up the white-gold hoop earrings I was too wear and put them on.
Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door...
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