This is a classic story from September 2015. I have edited to fit current canon.
My name is Evan Hines, I’m the outside man for Spellbook Slaves. I handle most of the business that isn’t done in the stores. Mainly pickups and deliveries, but I also do weddings as well now. Spellbook Slave’s slave wedding business has been fairly good, in that we are doing 4 or 5 wedding a month. What’s odd, is even though we’re doing slave weddings in Southside Eastlake, I haven’t snuffed a bride in months. That’s not right.
When we started doing slave weddings again about six months ago at Spellbook Slaves about half the brides didn’t make it past the reception. Now I still snuffing a pretty fair selection of bridesmaids, in almost every wedding, but that hardly counts. What’s great about slave wedding is when the bride is actually just snuff bunny. So, when I get an email asking about the prices for a wedding/conversion/snuff combo I feel a bit happy. Does it make me a bad person to want to hang brides as part of their wedding? I suspect it does, but this is 21st century, where you can do that and not only not go to jail, make a living at it.
Based on the email, the bride knows she is going to be converted and snuffed. Only down side of this gig is it way the hell out in the Ozarks. And they want to do it in a barn.
Once I get way the fuck out in the middle of no where, I find the wedding party. They haven’t moved out to the barn just yet, but are all hanging around in a fairly nice farm house.
A blond wearing parts of a wedding outfit comes up to me. Not, I will note a top.
I’m Amy, the bride. Are you the hangman?
Among other things, yes.
So you are going to kill me in cold blood then.
Nope, I get all sorts of excited killing brides.
Then you must let me suck your cock. Unless you want to fuck me after I’m dead.
I’m not saying I haven’t thought about fucking a freshly dead bride, no, in general I don’t. Actually the closest I’ve come to fucking a dead bride was during a gang bang of her while she was being garroted. I was the last, she was alive when I started fucking her, but dead by when I came. So, yeah, in theory, I’ve fucked a dead bride. But that’s not my normal thing.
So, how many brides give you blow jobs?
Quite a few. Maybe even most. And it’s damn near a guarantee that if the bride doesn’t suck or fuck at the wedding her bridesmaids do. Of course the really good wedding are the ones where you have several bridesmaids and the bride being sluts.
As I was explaining this to her, she was slow sinking to her knees and pulling my rapidly hardening cock out.
“Amy Hale, are you being a slut to a man you have just meet?“
Of course I am mother. He’s my hangman and we have decided he’s not going to fuck me after I’m dead. And I don’t want to fuck any one right now, so I’m just going suck him off.
“You could just call this whole thing off and let Harald have is due.”.
Thank you mother. I think I’ve made it clear I would rather die than let Harald have any thing. I am going to suck my hangmans cock now. Do you want to watch? Give pointers? Oh, I forget, dad says you don’t do that, and when you do you fail. So sad.
I don’t know, or for that matter care, how good a cock sucker Amy’s mother is. Amy was, well, average. The fact that I was going to snuff her soon did make it some what more exciting, but if I was to grade her on the one to 10 scale, she would be lucky to break 6.
“She’s not very good at that is she? I’m Steven Wade, the soon to be widower and Beneficiary of her trust fund. And her other real property. If she was any good at that I might, maybe, have not decided to snuff her today”
Amy pulled off my cock “You know that’s not true, Steven. If you don’t marry me and and snuff me before the end of the week than all the property and most of the trust fund goes to my cousin Harald. Plus I know what you really like. Now leave me alone so I can make my killer cum on my face.”
After a few more minutes of average cock sucking, she did, in fact get me to cum on her face. Like I said, maybe a 6.
One thing I have learned while doing slave weddings is that the families are weird, and there is almost always either an ex in the wings or a major amount of money.
As we were setting up in the barn for the wedding and hanging, I asked the groom “So, Steven, is this just a money deal or is there an other women?”
Oh, it’s just money. I’m gay, but I couldn’t quite bring my self to marry Harald for the money. He is quite an odious person. I say I’m gay, but I do like have my cock sucked and I don’t care if the cock sucker has tits or not. It’s really too bad that Amy isn’t very good at it. And her ass is just to, well, female, to fuck. Trust me I tried. The padding is all wrong. At least on her. I’ve got a lady model friend that has a nice tight boy ass. But she’s almost never in town. Now that ass fucking counts for slaving, I might convert her next time she’s in town. She’s hinted that she might like that.
Like I said, Southside families are weird and there is normally a money angle.
Amy walked into the barn, as the music played. Even though she had a wedding dress on before, she came in nude. Words were said. The noose was put on her neck. Steven and I pulled her up off the ground, she twisted a bit, not even doing a good air dance. After about 3 minutes, she stopped moving and hung from the noose dead. Poor Harald got nothing, not even fucked in the ass.