John Friday - Raped and kidnapped brides

The two young brides looked radiant coming down the church steps with their new husbands beside them. Wedding guests threw rice and a photographer's strobe flashed brightly. The mothers of the newlyweds all cried and wiped their eyes with frilly little handkerchiefs.

Colette's silver blonde hair shimmered beneath her long veil. She was tall and sleekly curved, gowned in gleaming white satin trimmed with delicate lace. She was nineteen and, strictly speaking, not entitled to be married in a virginal white gown. Her new husband didn't know it, but she had fucked for the first time ages ago.

Her cousin Dawn followed close behind, a stunning little strawberry-blonde with beautiful big tits that swelled and strained the front of her long, antique wedding gown. Her grandmother and mother had both been married wearing this dress, but neither of them had anything like the voluptuous figure that filled it now.

Dawn was a virgin, a shy and completely innocent girl. Her strict parents had sheltered her totally and now, married, she knew almost nothing about sex, only that on this – her wedding night – things long forbidden would be all right.

A uniformed attendant held open the rear door of a waiting limousine. He ushered Colette into the car, admiring her long fall of silky, silver-colored hair. When her anxious husband tried to follow, the man said, "Brides first, sir."

"What? Don't I get to sit next to my new wife?"

The man didn't answer. He helped Dawn into the car, leering when her luscious large tits caught his eye. He shouldered her eager groom aside and leaped into the car after her.

"What the hell?" Dawn's astonished young husband said. He'd planned to feel her beautiful big tits all the way to the reception. It would have been the first time that he or any other man had touched them.

"Roll it!" the attendant shouted to the chauffeur in front. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

"Wait a minute!" Colette cried. "You aren't the two men that brought us to the church!"

The big car screeched away from the curb with tires smoking, pulling a trail of old shoes and tin cans as more rice flew.

The chauffeur laughed. "That's right, sweetheart. We left them two bound and gagged out back of the church, and we sort of borrowed their uniforms."

"Who are you?" Dawn asked nervously. "I'm Frank," the attendant said. "That's my brother Jesse up front. We're the James brothers and we just naturally take things what don't really belong to us."

Colette snickered. "Frank and Jesse James? That's ridiculous! I know who you are, you're my husband's fraternity brothers, and this is a practical joke."

"If you wanna think that, sweetheart, you go right on," the driver said.

"I don't think it's a very funny joke," Dawn said with a pout. "I want to be with my husband."

"You're with me now, baby." Frank put his arm around Dawn's shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"Stop that!" she cried, trying to push his hand away. It was reaching down toward the soft ripe cone of her left tit.

"Slow down!" Colette screamed at the driver. "You'll kill us all!"

The limo swayed and skidded around a corner, its tires squealing.

He swerved out of the way. His old pickup bounded over the curb, across the side!

And crashed into a store window. Crates of chickens in the back broke open and squawking hens scattered in all directions.

Dawn screamed and slapped the man who was squeezing her tit, but that didn't stop him. He could feel a big nipple getting hard under all that white satin and lace.

Colette snarled, "God damn it, don't touch her like that. I don't care if you are my husband's crazy friends!"

She clawed at the hand on her cousin's tit, but that only made him grip harder.

"Aaagggh!" Dawn rasped, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

Colette lunged, trying to reach around Dawn to slap the man. He blocked the blow and pushed her away so roughly that her head hit and cracked the window glass. She slumped.

Dawn cringed with fear. "This isn't a joke, is it? You aren't friends of her husband!"

"We don't even know him," the one who was called Jesse said as he skidded the big car expertly around another corner. "But we're going to get to know the two of you real good!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Dawn asked.

"I mean, this is your wedding night. My brothers and me got a yard of cock between us, and you're going to get it all!"

Dawn was so innocent that she didn't know what he meant by that, only that it would be unpleasant.

Frank now clutching and feeling both of her tits now.

He was a huge man, well over six feet tail. The uniform he'd stolen from the real attendant was much too small for his powerful frame. The coat ripped up the middle of the back when he struggled to restrain the hysterical strawberry-blonde.

Colette was still dazed from the bump on her head, but Dawn's anguished cries made her skin crawl. Frank had reached a hand under her cousin's long dress and touched her cunt.

If this was someone's idea of a sick joke, it had certainly gone too far. Colette grabbed the door handle without thinking and would have leaped out of the speeding car, but the door wouldn't open.

"The locks are electric," Jesse said with another wicked cackle. "Doors won't open unless I press a little button up here. That's to keep you from splattering your pretty little ass all over the pavement."

Finally it sank in. "You're kidnapping us!"

"That's right, baby!"

"You will get a big ransom," Colette protested.

"It ain't money we want." Jesse said, flashing a lewd grin at her in the rearview mirror.

Distracted, he cut the next corner too sharp. The limo bounced over the curb and sheared off a fire plug. The iron head of the hydrant went flying to one side and dropped a bunch of pedestrians like bowling pins. A six-inch stream of water gushed forty feet in the air as the long black car sped away.

Outside the church there was similar confusion. Women were screaming frantically and wringing their hands. Men were scrambling into the line of decorated cars that were to have followed the limo to the reception hall.

The two angry grooms burned rubber for half a block, their horn blaring.

"It's got to be my God damned fraternity brothers," Colette's new husband said. "They're famous on campus for pulling practical jokes."

"They're going to be in deep shit for this one," Dawn's disappointed groom said darkly.

They'd just passed the wrecked pickup and the farmer who was chasing chickens all over the street.

"You're not kidding! Those sons of bitches, look at that!"

They splashed through the flood caused by the broken fire hydrant, skidding almost out of control.

They could see the limo two blocks ahead, stopped at a red light and heavy cross traffic.

And then a police car speeding the other way with its lights ablaze. The grooms waved frantically and beeped the born as the cops passed.

"Our brides have been kidnapped!" the driver shouted.

The two cops were used to seeing wedding processions driven by damn fools with one hand on the horn. They waved back at what seemed like a normal bridal party and wait on to the scene of the first accident.

When the light turned green, the limo sped off again, blowing smoke from its rear wheels.

Frank said, "You best step on it, Jesse. I think the grooms are catching up."

"They never ran moonshine like we used to do," he laughed. Pushing the gas pedal clear to the floor.

There was a railroad crossing a block ahead and the afternoon freight was coming into town, the signals flashed and the arm came down to block the street. Jesse kept his foot down hard on the gas and crashed right through it, snapping off the black and white painted wooden barricade.