Conquered by My Neighbor- Ch. 10

David had started having more of these two and even three-hour times when he had to leave me alone. I still hadn't been allowed to climax, and I was going stir crazy. He came back, released me, and then took me to my bedroom.

I was astonished to find my wedding dress on my bed, with a note.

"Tomorrow, 1 PM at my back door. Don't be late."

I looked at him.

"If you decide to get off, fine, you can. But it is better if you don't."

He then left me alone and went to his house.

It was David being David, he was going to play a new game, and that his expectations hadn't changed. I sighed and started searching for all the things that went with my dress. Lingerie, heels, veil, gloves, bridal cape, the list went on. To make his 1:00 PM deadline, I was going to have to start at 7:00 AM. I couldn't bring myself to get myself off. I had to honor his wishes.

I had my morning call with my husband and then began to get ready. I had cheated a little and given myself a mani-pedi the night before. I showered, shaved, even trimmed my landing strip more carefully. I was debating about my hair and eventually decided to just leave it long and soft. Curling it might help hide my tiara and the comb of the veil, but knowing David, he was going to want to pull my hair. It was just easier.

I put on evening makeup, and smoothed white, silky, back-seamed stockings up my legs, taking the time to ensure the steams were straight and even. I fastened on my white satin garter belt, the action bringing back the memories of my wedding day. I stepped into my heels, the white patent leather gleaming. They were the same shoes I wore a few years ago, when I said, 'I do!' to my husband. Then came the biggest hurdle, my dress.

My dress was floor-length and so very elegant and formal. The hem came to within an inch of the floor, and the form was a white satin ballgown, with the petticoats sewn in. Six layers of soft silk gave my gown a very wide circle in every direction. I pretty much took up an entire hallway by myself. It was very delicate, and yet very easy to wear. The dress also had a long train. Five feet of it. I made the decision to bustle the train so I could move on my own. At my wedding, I had two bridesmaids dedicated just to my dress, while here I was on my own. The bodice was form-fitting and tight, to accentuate my hips and chest, as if the skirt wasn't wide-enough to do that for me. It took some effort, and breathing out, to close the thin zipper, but after about fifteen minutes, I got it done. Looking into a mirror, I was unable to suppress a smile. I looked stunning. The gown was off-the shoulder, with the apex of the bodice dipping low enough to show an ample vision of my cleavage. The sleeves draped to my elbows and were wider than I wanted, but the designer, yes, I had a unique, one-of-a-kind wedding gown, insisted. When I added my white satin opera gloves, I had no skin exposed below my chest, anywhere, and my cleavage was half-exposed!

The last things to add were my veil and the tiara. My veil had to be pinned in place, since my hair was down, but doing that was child's play compared to fitting the tiara just right. My hair was longer now, at Steve's request, and so finding the right spot on my head took some doing. I added a couple of strategically placed hairpins to make everything fit, stay, and not fall off. Lastly came my necklace and our special wedding and engagement rings. They were fit for my gloves, so I could wear them for the ceremony and reception.

A quick look outside told me to forget the bridal cape. It was just too windy out, and my cape was huge. Pure white satin in and out, it could steal away my balance in an ill-timed gust of wind. I took some photos for our wedding album before my wedding day, with the gown and just for Steve, without. As I thought about it, that may be where Steve got the idea of having me wear satin capes, because when he saw that picture, he picked me up and carried me to our bedroom and ravished me on the spot.

I grabbed my phone and realized I was going to be a few minutes late. Tough tacos, David was just going to have to cope. I had for bridesmaids to help me the morning I got married, and I was getting dressed on my own. I went to the mirror and snapped some photos for history and for my husband. I looked and felt like a million bucks, and I sent my husband a couple of them. It was nice to know I still had it, as he replied back with a few eggplant emojis. I sent a quick text that I was bored and was curious to see if my dress still fit, without mentioning I was wearing it for another man.

I made my way to David's and the wind was playing with my dress and veil, so I resorted to having my veil down over my face, and once I was shielded by David's house, I took a second to straight things out and look my best. I tested the door and it was locked, so I knocked on the door. Waiting about a minute, I knocked again. I saw a stranger coming to the door, and he was nicely dressed. He was older, and black like David. He smiled.

"Ah, there is the lovely bride. Please, come in, come in, you look truly radiant."

As he closed the door behind me, I smiled at him and then looked about. There was food on the counter in the kitchen, and the house looked immaculate. Oddly, there was a small bridal bouquet on the bar.

"David will be right down. He had a last-minute call."

"Ummm... okay? May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, please forgive my rude manners. I am Mosi. I will be... helping you today."

I was about to ask what I needed help with when David came down. He looked his usual slob-self, way too baggy t-shirt, and boxers that had grown even more ill-fitting.

"Ah, there she is, the blushing bride. You truly look magnificent."

"Thank you, David. May I ask what is going on?"

"Certainly, my dear, Mosi is here to help us. Please, come inside and I will explain."

I stepped deeper into the house, and Mosi handed me the bridal bouquet. Not thinking, I took it as a bride would. I realized some of the furniture moved about, and the den only had a low table in it. David had led me into the den, and I was facing him, with the fireplace softly burning behind him. He took my left hand.

"Hmmm, I hadn't thought about this. But we'll manage."

"David, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Why, it is a special day for us. In fact, I have a few friends over as well."

As he spoke, I heard footsteps behind me and several more black guys all appeared. Some were older, and a few were younger. I had not seen these men before.

"David... I am not sleeping with all of these men, so forget about it." My tone had shifted from my normal, soft voice and showed I was irritated.

"Maybe, maybe not."

He nodded to Mosi and Mosi began to speak some evidently practiced words.

"Gentlemen of the Movement, we are all here to see a new member brought into the fold. This young and quite beautiful lady has been presented to us a testament to David's loyalty and her participation and future with us. She further represents David's commitment to the Brotherhood, as he is allowing his new bride to be used as all white women should."

At that point, I figured it out. David was joining the BLM group and was using me as part of the deal. I started to back up. David then yanked me forward and a couple of pairs of hands forced me to my knees, causing me to cry out. I was pulled forward and bent over the table with my arms extended. Then a pair of dark fingers grabbed the fourth finger of my left hand and began to tug the wedding band and engagement rings Steve had given me to wear when I officially became his wife.

I struggled and screamed and tried to use my right hand to stop this, but someone grabbed my free arm and then yanked it forward and down, until a strap of fastened it to the table. I cried out as both of my rings eventually slid from the silky satin-gloved finger I so proudly carried them on. Then I realized Mosi was still speaking.

"And so, it is with this ring on her wedded finger that we proclaim her loyalty to the cause, that all Black Lives Matter, and she will become a disciple of the Black New World Order."

As I gasped in horror, I felt a black band being slid on in the place of my own rings had held.

"NOOOOOO!!!!" I screamed. "I deny this! I refuse this! I will not join!" I decried what was going on.

"Too bad, Suzi..." David spoke. "You don't have a choice."

I then felt my veil and hair being pulled aside, and David grabbed my head by the ears and lifted it until I was looking straight into his eyes. Then he spoke.

"I accept this woman as my wife, and for the service of all black men, anywhere. She is my property and my responsibility. She will pay reparations in the manner I see fit, to the limit I deem necessary. She will wear what I want her to wear; she will be seen in public as my wife and property. I will allow her to sustain her current marriage, in the goal of recruiting more of her family, and others about, to see the just cause we fight, and become a productive member of this new society."

My heart was hammering and my eyes kept shifting between my ring finger, newly adorned with this wide black band, and David's eyes. I was suddenly speechless, and I didn't even bother to resist as I felt cold metal slide around my neck, and a metallic zipping sound echoed through my ears.

Mosi then began to into a bunch of words that were lost on me, but the gist of it all was that he was affirming David and I as newly joined members of this new group, which I would learn was called Black Lives Matter, and that I was also now the property of the BNWO, the Black New World Order.

"David" Mosi intoned, "you may now consummate with and christen your new wife."

With that, David rose, and dropped his jockeys in front of me, so I could see his dangling cock. I felt strange hands begin to lift my gown and flip it up onto my back. Mosi took to one knee in front of me and pulled my left hand and strapped it below the table with my right. I hoped David was going to be the only one to defile me in my wedding gown. Not even my husband had done that, but I greatly feared that every man there was going to seize the opportunity.

I felt a slab of cock begin to beat itself hard on my bare ass and then be rubbed along my butt until the hardness was fully present. Then I felt two pairs of hands grasp my knees, and lift me up slightly, until David's, well I presumed it was David's, cock was right at my entrance. I whimpered as I felt my folds being teased and then parted and a cock began to feed into me, the thick mushroomed head engaging with my entrance.

"I am claiming this woman as my wife, making her mine to use and pleasure as I see fit. By sticking my cock in her and filling her with Black Seed, I am completing the ceremony and legally taking this white woman as mine."

My back arched and I grunted out as I felt David's cock begin to penetrate me. Not his usual series of thrusts, but this single, long, inexorable drive of his prodigious black baby-maker into me. I had at least been taking the pill, so I wasn't in fear of getting pregnant by him. But I was well aware of the forced pleasures he had been giving me for weeks. His keeping me on the very precipice of total pleasure was about to come to an end. All of that was about to be sated, when David put his cock back in me. That is what truly scared me. Before all of these men, I knew he was going to tame me, and in doing so, claim me as his.

David's cock drove into me further, my voice going from grunting to gasping to moaning. My lips hung open and my eyes rolled back in my head. My last sexual escapade with my husband, the one in our front yard, had been nearly six weeks ago. I was needy, and now David's cock was taking advantage of that. As he finally hit that magic spot only he and Juwan had hit before, I was doomed, and once he allowed me to accommodate his girth, he began to withdraw, which made me whimper, only to slowly and fully reinsert back into me. He began using his black spear to conduct music with my voice, some thrusts harsh, some softer, some shorter, and some longer.

My eyes fell to half-lidded and I was lost on the passion David was creating in me. The fact that this was rape was meaningless. He had removed my identity and replaced my humanity with what I had been reduced to. A human female mating passionately with a human male. My being married to another man, the man I truly loved meant nothing. This was straight up human copulation. David had, indeed, claimed me as his BLM and BNWO wife.

David gave me six orgasms in our initial consummation of our 'marriage', and when he erupted in me, I screamed in pleasure as I had my seventh. I lay there, sprawled across the table as I gasped for air, David's cock remaining inside me as he continued shooting soft bursts of his heavy black cream into me, while my pussy continued to massage his black baby-maker for every drop of his precious black seed. My cervix was sipping into the growing pool of David's genetic material, ushering his sperm into my uterus to find one of my white eggs and conquer it, claiming it to create a new life, a black life, and have it take root in my womb. If it was successful, nine-months from now I would be in labor, and giving David the child he desired. A child that would destroy my husband and my family. A child that would make me David's permanently, 'til death do us part.'

As David withdrew, other men began to take his place. Even Mosi had a turn at me. One man tried to mount me by inserting his cock into my ass, making me scream in pain. David noticed and thankfully put a stop to that. He cited some rule or whatever, placing my butt off-limits until he, my husband, had enjoyed it himself. The man reluctantly complied, so he then took me vaginally, and was incredibly rough, and long lasting. Other men knelt at my lips, lifted my veil and fucked my mouth. I was kept like this, serving every man with either my lips of my vagina, or sometimes a man had both at the same time. It took over three hours before David released me. A wet rag was placed at my vulva and I was wiped as clean as could be managed by I have no idea who.

As I rose unsteadily, David held my arm and with his free hand clipped a leash to my collar. I had forgotten about it, as I was being so thoroughly fucked. Led by this new and infernal device, I followed David to the dining room, where the food was laid out. David allowed me to drink some water and then participate in a toast to his new membership, and I guess my being a new wife, and then he looked over at me.

"Get on your knees. A white slave is not allowed to stand in the presence of real men."

I looked at him in astonishment.

"For real?"

His response was to shove me off my heels, and I landed, sprawled out on my back. The hem of my gown and splayed out everywhere, and as I tried to rise, one of the attendees, I still shudder to call them invited guests, dropped between my legs and began to lift the hem and petticoats. He then placed his cock at my gates and rented them asunder. As he allowed his weight to slowly sink his hot, throbbing black cock into me, the pleasure was intense, and made my back arch, while my lips parted and my eyes rolled back in my head. Laying his weight upon me, he then kissed me lewdly as his cock sank into me, lower and lower until I took his full length. Then he fucked me as if he were my husband. He had me the way Steve would do it. Then when he was ready, he came in me, like Steve would do it.

He was replaced by another man, and even Mosi, until everyone had me missionary, ending with my new husband and master, I guess? David was the biggest of them all, and when he came, I was a dozen orgasms into this all. I passed out with my last one, screaming as the dam of raw sexual tension burst. Evidently, David finished putting his load in me and then rose to the clapping on the back of his friends, as they moved into another room. I slept for an hour.

I started hearing this clicking sound, a lot of it. At first, I didn't register what it was, and then I connected the dots. I was being photographed. But that was okay, I was in my wedding gown. Then I started to come awake. I discovered they had all gone. Except David, of course. He was sitting nearby and had his phone out. He also had mine. My legs were widely split and balanced on my heels, and my arms were spread out as far as my dress would allow, the wider sleeves I hated were preventing them from being outstretched overhead. My skirt was bunched at my waist. I would later see some of the pics David took, and there was a trickle to virile cum leaking from my vagina. I still wore the collar, and the leash was tied to a table leg. David had me well and truly trapped.

Keeping me leashed, David then untied it from the table and then used it to lift me up by my neck, until I got up on my elbows. I left my legs splayed and he took some more photos, and then I finally had to stop him.

"David, please, no more. Not now. I need to understand what is happening."

"Suzi, I told you. You are now my wife. Technically, you are a bigamist. Imagine that, such a prim and proper wife married to two men, one white and her real one, who is black. Even better, I am sure you got knocked up today. You were fucked at least fourteen times, and everyone put their loads in you, full and deep. Hell, I fucked you three times myself. Just like I am going to fuck you all night long."

"David, this is all bullshit. You can't do this to me. This is illegal as Hell. You rape d me, you let your friends rape me? I mean, c'mon. The minute I get free, I can call the police on you."

He snorted.

"Yeah, you could. But you won't. Because of these."

He began to show me the photos, and he showed me having sex and lewdly kissing most of the men. My legs in the air, my hands on their backs, fucking back as they fucked me. No, he had a point. He had photographic and video evidence that I was a willing participant. If I called the police, the only one getting in trouble would be me, and it would likely wind up in my getting divorced.

David then proceeded to take care of me, as if I was his wife. He helped me eat and gave me tea to drink. No alcohol, since I should be pregnant, but tea and soda and whatever there was to eat. He also set some ground rules. The collar stayed on, or he was also going to give me a necklace to wear, which would represent my collar as well. The black band stayed on as well. He would allow me to wear my wedding ring from Steve but I had to come up with the excuse for the black band. In time, David would explain everything to my real husband, and give Steve the option to allow me to remain married to both men, or to lose me to David. It would put Steve in a bad spot, essentially making Steve subservient to David. I realized that David was digging the hole deeper for Steve and myself.

He then took me by the leash and led me into the back yard. The sun was setting and it was a nice, warm evening, but the wind, if anything, was even worse than before. My veil fluttered out behind me and the hem of my dress would flit and float. David did find the best spot for the winds, and as he used the leash to tie me to a tree, the wind was billowing my skirt up and out widely, exposing me fully.

David spent about 30 minutes taking photos and videos of me, to get more material to blackmail me, I suppose. Once he tired of that, David then took me from behind again, in plain view of anyone looking between our houses. David's cock plundered me, and even though I was getting really sore, I could not deny the pleasure I was getting from him, his thrusts making sure my voice was not quiet. The sexual tension was just too high, and with my body erotically exposed like this, being trapped and rape d like this, I could not control myself at all. David had his ring on my finger, me in his clutches and his cock had me tamed. I first began to feel that David had claimed me as his wife.