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A soldier resplendent in his red livery stepped forward, his badges proclaiming him to be a lieutenant general “Allow me!” he suggested as he took his ceremonial sword and hacked easily through the layers of thin fabric, revealing the outline of Mitzy’s famous buttocks, though in reality footage of Karen Horten’s ass was usually used in Mitzy’s porno’s because her ass was disappointingly bony. “No!” Mitzy pleaded as they hacked the ten metres of pure white see through parachute quality silk away. “Marry me!” the prince demanded. “No!” Mitzy refused as coast to coast TV stations began to show the action in real time as the hourly news shows came on. TV and video crews jostled for the best view, the crowds waiting to see the Prince and beautiful new Princess leave the cathedral pushed forward for a better view, pushing the thin green line of policemen backwards up the steps. The prince took a stout leather belt from a security man and struck Mitzy’s ass through the tanged remains of the wedding dress. Mitzy barely felt the blow, “This is useless,” the prince exclaimed, “Cut the damned thing off, cut the lacing! Use your sword.” The soldier deftly slipped the slender sword blade under the lacing on the back of Mitzy’s already ruined wedding gown and turned it to slice through the silk laces with its razor sharp edge. The prince himself pulled the ruined garment aside before ripping the underskirt down to reveal Mitzy’s silky white G string and suspenders. “Maybe this will persuade you?” the prince asked as he slashed the belt down diagonally across Mitzy’s exposed buttocks. “No never, I hate you!” she cried, “Ouch!” He hit her again but the heavy ornate uniform was hampering him, “Here, you have a go!” he said to a security guard, “Take your jacket off, put your back into it!” “Whack!” the belt flashed down. “Agghhhh!” Mitzy cried. “Absolutely bizarre news is coming in live from the marriage of Prince Boris of Waszockstan to LA pornstar Mitzy Fucksalot at the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin. Prince Boris is actually whipping Mitzy Fucksalot on the steps of the Cathedral!” Ralph Burgundy announced to several hundred public broadcasting viewers across the rust belt of the USA, “Bob Googleheim is at the ceremony, is this a publicity stunt Bob?” Bob reluctantly turned to camera as Boris reached across and ripped Mitzy’s G string clean off her. “No, Ralph, it’s no stunt, it looks like Prince Boris’s real pissed,” Bob insisted. “Is this that English comedian, Baron Sasha Cohen and Mitzy doing a PR stunt?” Ralph asked. “No, no way, that is genuinely Prince Boris, this is for real,” Bob said and he glanced round to see Mitzy’s ass was now completely naked and criss crossed by red weals. “More on that story later,” Ralph said as they reluctantly cut away from Mitzy’s very sexy naked ass. “Marry me!” Boris demanded. “No!” Mitzy replied. “That’s twenty sire,” the sweating security man gasped, “Shall I continue?” “No, you, you take over, twenty more, then twenty more again!” the prince insisted, “Now will you marry me!” “No never!” Mitzy cried, “I would rather die!” “You,” Boris snapped, “You with the sword, shave her head!” “No!” Mitzy cried, “It took me years to grow this!” she declared referring to her mass of golden ringlets. “Marry me or go bald, your call,” Boris insisted. Mitzy knew she was beaten, her hair was her trademark, that and her E cup tits. “Ok you win, I’ll marry you,” Mitzy sighed reluctantly, “Can someone fix up my dress?” “No time,” Boris insisted, “Anyway its not as if most people haven’t seen you naked in films already.” “Boris!” Mitzy cried as the security men let her get up and she clasped the ruined dress to her bosoms, “I’m not wearing a bra!” “Tough, we have a TV schedule to keep,” Boris insisted as he ripped the ruined dress away from her, leaving her breasts exposed above her corset and her crotch exposed and her bared buttocks all criss crossed with red weals. All across the US and Europe TV channels began to pick up on the unfolding drama and men cheered and whooped as the near naked Mitzy with only her head in its veil and her legs in silk stockings but otherwise bare, was frog marched her down the aisle. “Priest, ask her again!” Boris bellowed as they approached the altar with Mitzy trying to work out how to cover two breasts and her japanese cunt with just two hands. Suddenly Mitzy was aware of the cheering, deep coarse laughter and male voices raised in approval, she automatically bowed theatrically, which exposed her massive breasts completely, which encouraged the congregation, or at least the males, to even greater appreciation. Now in full panic mode, she felt the doctors’ middle finger slide deep inside of her. “Yes, sir” she said in a soft voice. The moment my teeth applied pressure to her nipple, her body convulsed violently, and she let out this japanese guttural scream that only faded when she ran out of air. “Then what part? 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