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[This story is per the request of a special Kitten who loves to fantasize about being humiliated by beautiful women with big breasts. Hope you enjoy it, Kitten!]

[Optional task - do as many parts of the following as you can: wear just a little t-shirt and panties. Put your hair in pigtails. Lay on the floor and color in an adult coloring book as you listen to the story. Have a vibrator inside you, running on low, the entire time. Do not cum.]

Mmhm. I see. Let me recap to make sure I understand the situation correctly.

I purchased you, my new wife, from Shebay. You had just graduated college and were so eager to be married, to be auctioned off to a husband so you could start your new life. You were dressed in a beautiful, low-cut wedding gown before being packaged in a wooden crate with air holes in the top. It took hours for you to be delivered to my home. You were packed in so tightly, your knees to your chest, the wooden walls of the crate pressing against you from all sides. No way to open the crate from the inside. It was very boring, with just a little vibrator in your pussy running on low to make sure you would be ready for your new husband’s pleasure.

You expected the crate to be opened immediately upon delivery. After all, I was expecting you. So you were surprised when the crate sat on the floor of the house and nothing happened. You were so eager to meet me. You hadn’t been told anything about me. You knew a man had purchased you as his bride, but you knew nothing about me. Not my name, not my age or what I looked like or what I liked in the bedroom. You were nervous and excited, hoping I would like you.

You sat there in the crate as the minutes ticked by. Eventually you heard footsteps. Then conversation. Women’s voices. The thick crate walls muffled the noise so you couldn’t understand what was being said. You wondered who those women were. Servants? Family? Or maybe you had been delivered to the wrong house?

Footsteps again. Then silence. You started to get worried. The crate was feeling very, very small and you had been in there a long time. Was anyone going to let you out? Would you be forgotten? That vibrator was driving you crazy, but it was too low to make you orgasm, and in the small box you couldn’t move your arms enough to touch yourself. You felt a bit of panic. Could you get out of the crate if you had to? You pressed against the walls of the crate. You knocked on them, as if knocking on a door, and tried to call out. Still, nothing happened. You screamed and tried to kick the side of the crate. That was pointless. The crate was quite secure, and you could only move a few inches.

You had to sit there and deal with it. You were trapped. If you moved, you could feel the crate brushing against your shoulders and legs on either side. You had to keep your knees up to your chest, because you couldn’t move your legs out in front of you. The top of the cage was only a few inches above your head. The air holes let in a little light, but only a little, and none were positioned so you could see out through them.

You just had to wait, and to try to get your mind off that vibrator buzzing between your legs. You hoped your wedding gown wouldn’t be dirty and sweaty. You had hoped to be on my bed now, with my cock deep inside you, making a woman out of you. Instead you had been set aside, like a forgotten toy buried in a toy chest.

You were in the crate for at least an hour before it was finally opened. Two women helped you out of the crate. You were surprised and intimidated by how pretty they were. Alpha was nearly six feet tall in her stiletto heels. She wore a low-cut, tight red minidress to showcase her massive, jiggly breasts. Blonde-haired Beta, on the other hand, wore tiny white short shorts and a crop top so revealing it was almost a bra. She seemed very fit and flexible, making you feel weak and out of shape by comparison. They told you that you weren’t my first wife. You weren’t my second wife. You were my third wife, and your name from now on would be Gamma. You were commanded to forget that you had ever had any other name.

I trust you haven’t forgotten that, by the way. I don’t want you to ever say your previous name, whatever it was. I don’t want you to even think of that name.

Alpha and Beta explained that my business trip had been extended due to a work emergency and that it would be several days before I returned home to meet my latest bride. They said they would help you settle in.

They took you to a bathroom and removed the wedding gown. You protested that you could undress and dress yourself. They said that sister wives take care of each other. You explained that you would need the wedding gown whenever I returned. They said they would make sure you would be prepared for me.

They removed the vibrator from your wet little pussy and turned it off. They laughed about how wet you were. They said your princess parts were really happy. That's what they called your pussy - your “princess parts.” You thought it was a little demeaning, but didn’t say anything. You wanted to make a good impression on your sister wives.

You resisted when they told you to lick and suck the vibrator clean. Tasting your own pussy juices? In front of other girls? That seemed so humiliating. They told you that I love it when girls taste their own juices. That often I ordered them to rub their greedy little pussies and taste themselves while I watched. That much is true. That does make me happy.

They kept pressing you to lick the vibrator. They suggested that maybe you were a coward. That you didn’t have what it took to be a good wife and make me happy. You caved easily into whatever they wanted. You started raising the vibrator to your lips when they stopped you.

Alpha sat down and pulled you onto her lap. She made you feel small, especially with her ridiculously large breasts right there against the side of your face. Beta held your hands down in your lap as Alpha held the vibrator to your lips and slipped it inside. She ordered you to lick it. You licked it like a lollipop. You sucked it like a dirty little whore. And secretly, you enjoyed being forced to taste yourself. It seemed so deliciously naughty.

After humiliating you in that fashion, they set aside the vibrator and picked you up and set you in the warm bath water. You protested that you were perfectly capable of getting into a bathtub on your own. They said you had a hard day, what with being trapped in a tiny crate for hours, and that you were being cute.

The two of them bathed you with washcloths and gentle touches. Beta paid particularly careful attention to your pussy. She teased you, saying that you were a dirty girl and that you had gotten your princess parts extra filthy with how horny and naughty you had been. She kept gently stroking and caressing your pussy with the cloth. At first you were embarrassed and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. You tried hard not to react. But then you started pressing your eager pussy and clit against her touch. That’s when Alpha started “cleaning” your tits. She soaped up your breasts and started squeezing them with washcloths and pinching your nipples. Eventually you broke down and asked them to make you cum. They laughed at you. They said it was naughty of you to want to cum before you consummated your marriage. That only a shameless slut would dream of having an orgasm before her husband enjoyed her. That made you feel embarrassed and small. You tried to not ask for an orgasm, despite how energetically those two beautiful women were “cleaning” your most sensitive of places.

Finally the bath was over. They helped you out of the top and briskly rubbed you down with a big fluffy towel, as if you were a helpless child. Then they dressed you in little pink panties and a little pink t-shirt that said “BABYGIRL” on the front in big white letters. You asked where the rest of your clothes were. They said it was almost bedtime and that is what you would be wearing for bed. Of course, you knew that your husband’s household would provide clothing for you. As an auctioned bride, you weren’t shipped with any clothing or other possessions. Your husband would choose what you would wear and would provide clothing. But still, you had expected to have some say in the matter.

They explained that you didn’t belong in your husband’s bed until after consummating the marriage. But you had your own little room. Alpha took you by the hand and guided you there. You weren’t sure how to feel about that. It seemed a little silly to hold another adult’s hand, like a child crossing the street. On the other hand, it felt kind of nice to have physical contact with another human being. It made you feel strangely cared for, in a way.

The room was small and pretty basic. The sheets and blankets on the little bed were a neutral, unassuming gray. Then Beta told you that you had a gift to welcome you to your new home. She pressed a stuffed animal into your hands. A cat. You thought you were far too old for stuffed animals. However, you didn’t want to be rude and insult your sister wives, especially after how nice they had been. You hugged the kitty cat to your chest and found it to be strangely comforting. Alpha had you lay down on the little bed. She started rubbing your back. That was really soothing and made you feel safe and relaxed. Beta left. After a few minutes she came back, wearing a hot pink teddy that was very small and revealing, especially between her legs. You politely told her that she looked beautiful.

Beta started reading a bedtime story to you, and then Alpha left to get changed. You tried to say that bedtime stories were for children. You would be fine, you just needed some sleep. Beta laughed and said you were adorable. She told you to be quiet and enjoy the story. So you listened to the bedtime story without complaining, even though it was a story for children. Something about beautiful princesses being chained outdoors, waiting for dragons to steal them away.

Alpha returned, wearing a pale blue babydoll. Her huge breasts swayed invitingly with every step she took. She went back to giving you a backrub. You tried to ask why they had beautiful, fancy lingerie and you just wore a t-shirt and panties. They just shushed you.

You fell asleep quickly. With the warm bath, the backrub and the bedtime story and the stuffed animal, you felt incredibly relaxed.