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As I walked hand-in-hand with my lovely fiancée Sarah, her long black hair cascading down her back, her ample bosom rising and falling with each excited step, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and admiration for this stunning woman who would soon be my wife.nn"You know, honey," she said, her voice dripping with enthusiasm, "I want to look the hottest bride on our big day. I've always dreamed of rocking a custom-made wedding gown that showcases my curves in the most provocative way possible."nnI smiled, nodding in agreement. "Absolutely, my love. I'll make a list of the best tailors in town, from the cheapest to the most expensive. We'll find the perfect one to bring your vision to life."nnSarah beamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I can't wait to see myself in it! I want to stun everyone at the wedding, including the groom."nnLittle did I know, as we set out to visit those tailors, our shared happiness would soon turn into a scene of utter debasement and degradation for Sarah.nnThe first tailor we met, Mr. Kwan, seemed reputable enough. However, as soon as Sarah started undressing, he motioned to his assistants, who quickly surrounded her, whispering and giggling. "You'll need to get completely naked so we can take accurate measurements," Mr. Kwan explained, his hands already roaming over Sarah's hips.nnSarah, unaware of the men's intentions, reluctantly stripped down to her sheer lingerie, leaving her with nothing but a flimsy piece of fabric barely covering her plump breasts and bare pussy. The tailors ushered her to a curtained-off area, where they repeatedly told her to bend, stretch, and spread her legs, all while making lewd comments.nn"God, look at those tits! So fucking big and juicy," one assistant snickered, as another began to fondle Sarah's heavy breasts. "And check out that perfect, shaved pussy. I bet it's deliciously tight."nnAs they conducted their "measurements," the tailors didn't hesitate to grope and lick every inch of Sarah's exposed flesh. At one point, I witnessed Mr. Kwan's fingers plunging deep into my fiancée's dripping wet cunt, while another assistant snapped photos, cackling.nnThe humiliation only intensified at the next tailor's shop. As soon as Sarah stepped inside, Tailor Lee locked the door behind her and ordered his assistants to bind her hands and feet with rope.nn"What the hell are you doing?" Sarah cried out, struggling against the restraints as Lee and his men stripped her bare once more. Lee simply smirked and wrapped a tight silicone gag around her mouth, muffling her screams.nnThe tailors proceeded to spank, whip, and viciously fondle every part of Sarah's body, leaving red welts and bruises in their wake. They took explicit photos and videos, even posting them on social media with captions like "Our hottest bride-to-be!" and "Tailor's*sessions always end with aFuckin' perfection!"nnAt the third tailor's establishment, the situation was no better. Master Chen claimed he needed to take precise body scans of Sarah, but in reality, he and his assistants soon had her lying nude on a metal table, surrounded by high-tech cameras.nnAs Chen tinkered with the machinery, his fingers probed every orifice of Sarah's vulnerability, parting her thighs to examine her up close. Sarah's muffled cries grew louder, but Chen just laughed and continued his invasive exams.nn"I'll make sure this horny little slut looks stunning in your gown, Master Chen," one assistant chuckled as he snapped pictures of Sarah's face contorted in agony, her body slick with sweat and tears.nnThe final tailor, Xiao Ming, didn't even bother with a pretense. As soon as Sarah entered his shop, he pulled out his phone and began swiping through the explicit photos he and the other tailors had taken of her.nn"Look how beautiful your puss is, my dear bride-to-be," he cooed, stroking his dick through his pants as he shamelessly fondled Sarah's breasts. "I can already imagine it glistening on the catwalk for our gathered customers to ogle."nnSarah, exhausted and broken from the relentless abuse, could only sob hopelessly as her would-be dressmakers exploited her body for their own twisted amusement.nnAs I watched, helpless and humiliated, the realization dawned on me: my once-innocent fiancée had been savagely defiled and debased by the very men entrusted with creating her perfect wedding dress. I knew then that nothing would ever be the same between us again – and that our wedding day would become a cruel, dark mockery of our original dreams.
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