Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It is an erotic romance that is not to be read my individuals under 17. The names and places mentioned do not exist and if they bare some similarity to real people or areas that is purely coincidental on my part. Have a good read!

The Kidnapped Bride
By: Marina L. June 2004

She could not believe he would do this. Her own beloved boyfriend for 4 years. Her love or at least she thought he was. Her man Darrel Burnett or should she call him a Devil and a bastard. He had crept into her room in her parents house who she was only visiting for a week and gagged her, then tied her up like a bloody doll. He kidnapped her in the night, HER his own bloody girlfriend. It was too much to believe yet here she was in a white room with a full view mirror wearing white. If she could groan she would at the fact that she was standing in her wedding dress. Well the dress was not exactly hers but it was still real pretty. If she where to marry which she was still not sure she would. Her dress would be white with roses and small quarts crystal shining like stars all over it. The dress would be cut like a gown and would reveal her nice breasts. Well enough of daydreaming when her hands where tied in front of her holding a bouquet of yellow roses. What a fucking lie, she raved inside her mind. She was still gagged with a white cloth this time. But her white veil covered her face from view. Why, well to hide the gag what else. She snorted silently at her thoughts wanting to scream.

Blinking her deep sapphire eyes she saw her boyfriend or now ex- boyfriend to be in front of her. He had a wicked grin on his face and hunger in his eyes. She thought he looked stunning in his black tux. Then she gulped realizing that something was wrong. But before she could back away as best she could he moved like a snake to her. Oh, he was fast, stupid her for not seeing this side of him sooner. Darrel lifted her long white dress and scooted under it making her rack a little. She felt his hands grab her panties and rip. She swallowed down her panic. Then she felt his hands grip her thighs roughly bruising and pulling down, her legs buckled under her as she sat right on top of his face. She had not heard him change positions under her. If her breath could escape it would whoosh out of her leaving nothing inside her lungs.

She struggled but the pleasure built nonetheless. The things he did with his tong and teeth made her tremor from head to toe. Her mind all on its own conjured a picture of his rod inside her sheath. At that image her body melted into silky warmth. Of its own accord it moved countering the penetrating motions of Darrel's tong. Hot tears fell from her closed eyes. Her heart felt broken and bare. Then she felt it like a tasty desert, his large erection entering filling her. His root plunged into her rapidly with no restraint, in and out, in and out. Her traitorous body welcomed him. Her breasts felt too heavy and swelling. They hurt terribly wanting for him to touch and taste them. More tears flowed down her cheeks, further downward over her chin, down her neck, spilling into her cleavage. Her heart was breaking anew shattering into pieces while her mind was going mad.

He came fast and hard. Then he was out of her grinning cruelly laughter evident in his eyes at her. She was so close to completion but he was no longer inside of her to complete it. Somewhere in her mind she thought; he has trained me well. She was in shock and Darrel took advantage of that. He righted himself as fast as possible. He gracefully took her hand and marched her out of the room and down the ail. His brother was there as witness. When the elderly priest asked "Will those who feel this marriage should not occur please speak now or forever hold your peace." Darrel did not worry much until he saw his brothers eyes. He cursed silently to himself. When his brother said "Stop, something is not right here" and began to walk towards him and his still not yet wife Darrel cursed loudly turned around and ran. Who cares about the whore, he thought. I could find someone else to play with much better then her. In minutes he was gone from the building.

Darrel's brother stood there for a moment surprised. He was stunned all right but only for a moment. Then he ran to the bride and caught her as she fell. That is when he noticed her hands where tied and that she was gagged. He cursed silently at his brothers evil actions. He immediately untied her hands and un-gagged her mouth. He slowly lifted the brides veil and met round dark sapphire blue eyes which stared at him in fear and turmoil. "Don't touch me," she growled quietly and began to struggle. He knew by the sight of her that his brother had inflicted serious harm to the lady. He had to fix this somehow. He just had to help. He took her by her hand and she stopped fighting him. He then pulled her closer to the priest. The priest was a little bewildered and not in the right frame of mind. Darrel's brother pulled her to him and told the priest to continue. The old man did as asked. When it came time for the I do's the young man whispered in the brides ear "Say I do say it." "I do?" she said frowning but it was too late. They where married. He gave her a swift kiss on the check and signed his name to the registrar then he got her to sign her name as well. After she was done he peered over the large book to read her name. It was Jilian Charles and he gave a quick nod and smiled at that due to his best friends name being Charles Anderson. What a coincidence he thought ruefully. The priests wife and the organ player signed as witnesses. Jilian's husband thanked them before they left.

Then all hell broke loose as the doors to the church burst open. It seemed the brides no his wife's parents with other family members and their friend plus police came to rescue her. Darrel's younger brother gritted his teeth but stood tall. He would face them with no fear. He stood like a knight off to do battle Jilian thought hazily. Jilian blinked at her husband still in shock at the events that got her here. She looked at her parents and other family members including friends without seeing them. Her husband smiled at her reassuringly and squeezed her hand gently. She turned her head to look at him. He was very handsome as always. Then as if from a distance she heard him address her parents. "Mom, dad so good of you to come" he called happily. "I am sorry you missed the wedding but it was pretty quite and boring affair." He walked with Jilian down the aisle until he reached her parents whom then he hugged. Everyone looked a little stunned even the police. "It is so good to finally meet you at last" her husband said. That statement finally got her parents attention. Mr. David Charles frowned and said "What do you mean meet at last. Why I've met you many times in the years sense you have been dating my daughter." At that her husband shook his head in a negative. "I am sorry Sir but you must be mistaking me with my older brother Darrel. You see my name is Drake. That is Drake Burnett." Mr. Charles blinked his eyes in shock at those words. "What, What" Mrs. Doris Charles huffed out in surprise. "You mean to tell me that a stranger married my daughter" she said raising her voice. "Now please calm down Mrs. Charles. I am no stranger. You've known my brother for years now, at least until Jilian broke it off with him," Drake diplomatically replied. The cops who had got back to reality and looked around the church finally paid attention to the situation and at last left. If there was a genuine problem they would be contacted so there where no worries.

Meanwhile Mrs. Charles was thinking over her new son in laws words. She shrugged nodded and turned around leaving the church. Before she was gone completely she called out "You'll pick up my daughters things as soon as you can. Got it" then she was gone. Mr. Charles cocked his head to the side shrugged shook Drake's hand and left as well. Drake took his wife's small right hand gently and sighed at his lost freedom. He walked out the church doors with her and got into his car. Mind as well take her to his house sense they'll be sharing it from now on. Everything else could be handled later he thought as he drove away. He never noticed the glazed look in Jilian's eyes.

Jilian had watched it all as if from another place entirely. It was such a strange floaty feeling detached even. She sighed inwardly and watched the cars on the road. Her mind a complete blank. Somewhere deep in her brain she knew there was something wrong that needed fixing but she ignored the feeling. Jilian rather liked this stillness she was in now. The numbness which covered her whole body and was increasing in strength every couple of minutes.