Mousse\'s Revenge

It was her wedding day and Shampoo had pasted a happy smile on her face for the benefit of her other tribal members. Yet she couldn’t stop her cheeks from blushing at the leers she was receiving from the men of the tribe. Or the looks of disapproval she was getting from their wives and the members of the council of Elders. She looked down at herself and blushed again. She wasn’t wearing a demure bridal robe and pants, as was tradition, but instead had on a loincloth, which consisted of two triangular pieces of leather and a belt that they attached to. She wore nothing underneath, even the tiniest g-string would show, her hips fully exposed and on display. The brief belt hung low on her hips, so that the top of the triangle of brown leather just barely covered where her lavender pubic hair began. The triangle itself was very narrow, just barely covering the hair itself and came to a narrow point at her knees. She was positive that people could see flashes of her pubic hair when it moved as she walked. The triangle at the back was a little thicker and longer, but still exposed most of her ass.

Then there was the bra top; it was extremely low cut, so much so, that the outer rim of her nipples showed, no matter how she tucked her breasts into it. The bottom was heavily padded and thrust her breast up and over, like an extreme push up bra. She wore a pair of sandals that had multiple straps that ended at her knees. The rest of the outfit was a pair of gauntlets that had multiple straps that did up to her wrists, they looked eerily like slave bracelets. The whole outfit looked like a combination of Xena the Warrior Princess and like something a porn star would wear during her dressed scenes. Shampoo walked bravely through the crowd, trying to ignore her own discomfort and the murmurs of disapproval around her. She could hear such whispers as “and she was supposed to be our leader!’ and “see what happens when you leave the tribe? You come back looking like a tramp!” She sighed and thought back to how she came to be dressed this way for her wedding. The outfit was enhanced by the hickey that Mousse had placed on her left breast and another on her right inner thigh, that just showed at the edge of her loincloth.

Flashback

Shampoo was in a temporary tent that had been set up for the bride. Handmaidens who were preparing her for her wedding surrounded her; they had bathed her, massaged her and anointed her with sacred oils. They had just finished dressing her in the traditional bridal outfit when the tent flap opened and Mousse stepped in. “You’re not supposed to see her” cried one of her handmaidens.

He looked at them and said, “get out” the handmaidens scattered, giggling as they left.

“What Mousse want?” asked Shampoo, she was answered when he pulled her roughly to him, pressing his steel hard cock against her.

“But ceremony start soon” she protested. Her face flamed as he hurriedly opened her bridal clothes and discarded them on the floor impatiently.

“Then I suggest we hurry” he replied as he removed her top roughly from her, causing her breasts to bounce. He latched onto her nipples like a starving man and lightly chewed on one then the other, while he pushed her pants down in a fevered way. He lay her down on her discarded outfit and yanked off her panties, leaving her covered just with her blushes. He practically tore his own clothes off, his breathing ragged. She gulped to see he was hugely swollen with need.

“But we.......” she started, and then her protests were cut off when he started eating her in a fast and hungry way, as if starving for her. She could only moan as he licked her almost violently. Her moans increased when he thrust his fingers up inside her and worked them at a frantic pace. With and audible gasp, he quickly moved up her body and lined up his cock with her cunt. With a brutal shove forward he was inside her hot pussy; he gnashed his teeth in bliss; her sweet cooze was so fucking tight and wet! Shampoo tried to feel embarrassed as he desperately pounded into her, but couldn’t. That he was fucking her right before their wedding was so wrong! What they were doing was perverted, forbidden and so, so dirty; that it turned her on immensely. Her normal moans turned to loud gasps; it was all so perfect and so kinky. The feeling of his hair brushing her body, being fucked completely naked on the floor of the tent where all men were forbidden, that her bridal clothes were being soaked with juices that ran freely from her sopping wet pussy, how steely hard Mousse’s cock was and how huge felt as it pounded her almost bruisingly. How one hand gripped her ass so hard and the other held her knee against his side, so that every thrust caused his pubic bone to grind against her clit. She wanted more “Mousse bite my nipples” she gasped and was rewarded with him gnawing gently with his teeth with just enough force to make her scream while she came. She didn’t caring who heard him fucking her; it was all so sinful, decadent and just the most perfect sex ever!

Mousse groaned she began to convulse violently around him and came with the force of an avalanche. He had a long and prolonged orgasm, in which he spent copiously inside her. This had been planned; he hadn’t allowed him release for a week leading up to this moment. He had kept himself on edge by fucking her endlessly and made her orgasm, but kept his own back. He looked into her beatific face and claimed her for one last kiss. She gasped at the amount of cum that ran from her when he pulled out, which dripped onto her already sex stained wedding outfit; again part of his plan. “You can’t wear that,” he told the stricken girl. “Besides I had a costume shop make this special outfit for you for our wedding. I would be extremely disappointed if you didn’t wear it” he said holding up a small box. She opened it and blushed at the outfit it revealed.

“Shampoo can’t wear this!” she said in horror.

He leaned close to her and narrowed his eyes. “Yes you will. You should thank me for being so thoughtful to get this custom made for you; it wasn’t cheap. You will wear your wonderful new outfit so that we can see all your beauty; and I do mean ALL of it, even the parts that you normally selfishly hide. Surely you must have realized that some horny young boys would have died happy to see your tits and pussy? But you never allowed even a single glimpse. That isn’t very nice; you should learn to be more generous,” he admonished while he gloated. “Well, that will change starting tonight. Or shall I tell them why you aren’t marrying Ranma? After all Cologne and Hairspray are both here, we can arrange for a public stoning right now for all three of you” he said coldly. Shampoo hung her head, defeated and allowed him to dress her.

She gasped at how little the outfit concealed from view “Shampoo can’t wear this! Not before tribe, Shampoo is in high position here, can’t dress like this! Not before council” she said thinking in horror about her mother and great-grandmother seeing her like this.

He responded by shoving her out the door and into a ring of her handmaidens. They gasped at how she was dressed. Mousse smiled at them “She insisted on wearing this outfit for our wedding. She loves to dress like that; she’s an exhibitionist and a nymphomaniac.” He explained to them.

“Is this true Sister Shampoo?” asked her handmaidens, scandalized that she was actually like that.

Mousse looked at her to see if she dared deny it. With her face flaming she agreed, “Yes, I chose this outfit because I am an exhibitionist and nymphomaniac.”

“Good, now take her to the ceremony site immediately; I’ll join you in a second”

“Mousse, I need clean up, sperm still leak from me,” she said in a desperate whisper.

“Then I suggest you clench,” he replied wickedly.

End Flashback

She stood up before the entire tribe at the ceremony sight; she could feel the weight of everyone’s disapproval and the lust radiating off the men there. She looked up at her great-grandmother. Cologne looked back at her in sympathy, as she knew what Mousse had been making her great-granddaughter do; but was powerless to prevent it. Mousse joined Shampoo and noted how uncomfortable she looked. Her every movement exposed a flash of lavender pubic hair; exactly as he had requested when he ordered the outfit. ‘She looks perfect’ he thought. Her training was going well and she didn’t even know that he had been training her through behavior modification. That was how his own Mistress had trained him; without him his knowing he was being.

He had started by working on her already passionate nature by fucking her endlessly, until she turned into a sexual enthusiast, who hungered for even the slightest touch from him. Then he had taken all the things she thought taboo and made them part of their everyday sex life. She thought nothing of it when he tittie fucked her now, demanded oral sex and came down her throat or said turned her over so he could fuck her in the ass. She had learned to enjoy these different sorts of pleasures. Once she got used to pleasure freely given, he started to limit it. For a whole week he did nothing but tittie fuck her, until she learned to take her top off and kneel on the ground when they went to their room so that he could take his pleasure with her. Or he would deny her release for a week but arouse her constantly, so that she would be on edge and so, so grateful when he finally allowed them again. He rarely had to hurt her after that one time; he only had to threaten her and she would let him have his way like a proper sex slave. She was now so well trained to react to him sexually, that his slightest touch would make desire pool between her legs. She would remove her clothes at breakneck speed to be pleasured by him, with her legs spread and pussy wet before he even started touching her, her expression hungry and needy. She was a far cry from the proud, untouchable woman who would snivel when he hugging her. She used to beat him for rumpling her clothes, now she gasped with hunger when he ripped them off.

The outfit today was to teach her to let her inhibition go. He found her to be a cocktease, but still rather modest for his tastes. Not that he wanted to share her with others, but it was nice to show other men what they couldn’t have. She blushed when he joined her for the ceremony; she looked so embarrassed. The priestess cleared her throat.

“The tribe comes together to honour the marriage of Xian Pu and Mu Tzu. But first, do you Xian Pu resign all claims to be the future leader of the Amazons?”

“Yes” she said in a small voice.

“And you do so willingly to become a regular village maiden and wife of Mu Tzu?” she asked with some emphasis on word maiden.

“Yes” Shampoo intoned again. “I willingly resign all titles and claims to leadership for the love of my future husband” she said as she had been coached.

The priestess seemed satisfied “very well, we proceed with the wedding then. Your husband has requested an unusual ceremony which hasn’t been used since our tribe was a little more....primitive” explained the Priestess with a blush.

“Today we join our tribal members Xian Pu to Mu Tzu, in hopes that they copulate much and in their copulations, leak new life onto the land and increase the tribe” said the Priestess with another blush that was joined by Shampoo’s.

“May Mu Tzu’s sword of life prove to be mighty, true and steady when it conquers Xian Pu’s sacred temple. May it be filled with much life while he worships there”

Shampoo could not believe what was being said out loud at a wedding! She wasn’t the only one who was blushing and the young men looked aroused.

“Xian Pu please place the ring on the ring finger of Mu Tzu’s left hand and repeat after me “I, Xian Pu, promised to serve the goddess by joining with you in body and spirit, so that I may provide life to the land and our people. I promise that you shall find my gates wide open and ready for your entry and that I shall deny you nothing of my bounty. Take what you will; it’s all yours husband (wife)” Shampoo repeated it, blushing all the while. Mousse smirked as he repeated it back to her.

When the ceremony drew to a close, he grabbed her and kissed her western style, as her cheeks flamed. Then he picked her up bridal style and announced. “My bride and myself are going to our hut to change for the reception, we shouldn’t be long” he said with a leer.

Shampoo squeaked when he picked her up. She struggled to trap the front flap of her loincloth between her legs. But it the belt had shifted, so it draped over her hip instead, leaving her pubic mound completely exposed to view. She gasped in horror and went to straighten it, when Mousse seized it in his hand and held it firmly to the side of her thigh giving her a warning look. She clamped her hand over her exposed mount, dying from embarrassment. “Remove your hand,” he said sharply ‘or I’ll take you back to talk to the council and you can explain about Ranma” he said. She gulped and removed her hand, exposing herself completely to lustful eyes again and put her arms around his neck. “Good girl” he said approvingly and kissed her flaming cheek. She gulped as he slowly, so slowly carried her through the village to where their new home was, knowing full well that all eyes were drawn to her bare pussy. “We’re married now and no one else will see it; you might as well let them have one last look” he explained reasonably in her ear as she wished to die of embarrassment. She gasped when he gave her hair a stroke with the fingers and shared a knowing look with a man his age.

When he entered the hut, he sat in a chair and sat her on his lap “Why you do that Shampoo?” she demanded. He simply pushed back the front flap of her loincloth and started making circles on her clit with his thumb, exerting just right the amount of pressure to make her want more. She mewed and opened her hot legs to allow him easier access, wallowing in pleasure.

“I wanted the men there to see you, but know that they can’t have you, because you’re mine,” he said as she slid her arms around his neck and lifted her panting lips to his. “You were a good girl tonight and did everything that your husband wanted, so I’m going to do anything to you that you desire tonight”

“I want to ride you,” she panted as he increased the pressure and looked to see her pussy lips glistening with her juices and his sperm leaking from their earlier encounter.

He pushed her off, with a moan of disappointment from her and said “I’ll take care of you later, but we have to get ready”

“I can’t wear this for dancing!” she protested.

“Relax, I ordered you a dress” he replied. She felt a ray of hope, until she saw it. The dress was modest enough, but it was completely see through. It had a tight fitting bodice and the short barely-there skirt that flared out.

“I can’t wear this with nothing underneath!” she protested, her face was a flurry of blushes.

“Don’t worry I have you covered” Mousse said and pulled out the rest. Covered was not the word for it. As well as the dress, he had purchased for her fake silver nipple rings and a thong that was not only complete transparent, but also had cut out panels. The sheer on sheer still allowed her pubic hair to flash though, putting her pussy fully on display and purple curls actually peeked out through the panels. Mousse thought the curls looked sweet and shy this way; like they were flirtingly teasingly their admirers.

She put on the outfit and gulped “I can’t wear this!” she protested, “not only can you see all of my breasts and ass, but people can see my pubic hair right through this get up!”

He smiled at her wickedly “If you’re feeling modest, I can shave you. But I think you look prettier like this” he whispered as he ran his hand down the area appreciatively, causing her to shiver.

“I not wear this!” she said.

“You prefer to be embarrassed or stoned?” he asked causally.

With her body trembling she went to the reception staring at the floor, pretending she didn’t hear the gasps of surprise that people made about her new outfit. She gulped as they sat on the thrones, where they would remain all night. She could feel all eyes on her. When the dancing began, she led it with her new husband, as was tradition. Mousse laughed at how embarrassed she looked and relished watching men ogled her with barely concealed looks of lust. Deciding to up the ante. Mousse quickly ducked her behind a pillar, reached under her skirt, undid the clasps hidden at the sides of her g-string and whipped them off her! The entire thing was accomplished in under a second; she didn’t even have time to protest before he pulled her back onto the dance floor. Her eyes were full of shock, as if in disbelief, when he showed them to her concealed in the palm of his hand. She went pale when she realized that it had actually happened; he’d removed them so fast that she thought it was a trick; she was naked on the dance floor, people could see everything! As he tucked her thong into his pocket, he noted it was soaked through. ‘Perhaps my shy dove likes being looked after all’ he thought with a smirk, laughing as she pressed herself against him, to conceal her lack of underwear. Then sat out the rest of the night with her legs firmly clenched together. He made her walk home this time. Shampoo walked bravely, but blushed furiously when young girls tittered to notice her panties missing and men stared with undisguised leers.

Shampoo was fuming when she got home “you never do that Shampoo again!” she demanded. He reacted by undoing his pants, sitting down in a chair and pulling her forward so that she was straddling his lap. He reached down and pushed up her skirt, impaling her on his already erect cock and started pistoning himself in her cunt; she was already soaked with need. Using her muscular legs for leverage, she started pounding back at him.

He smiled as she gasped with pleasure “do you love me Shampoo?” he asked as he sucked her nipples through her sheer dress.

“No love Ranma,” she cried.

He frowned, but didn’t stop and vowed pay her back for that insult on his own good time. He picked her up and carried her to the futon while he was still firmly inside her. He lowered her and stared into her eyes “It doesn’t matter who you love; I own you now” he proclaimed and made her realize that all night long.