“Cheers! To Monica’s marriage, the first of us to get properly ringed despite our bets!”

The girls burst out in laughter. Back in college, the girls had all placed bets on who would be married first. Nancy was the clear favourite, given that she had been dating her boyfriend for 4 years before that bet, with Monica being single throughout most of high school, she hadn’t even considered herself as potentially the first. But here they were now, in a private back room at a club, celebrating her wedding that was going to be happening in two weeks. Monica couldn’t contain her excitement and everyone was even happier for her. All five girls threw back their shots and the empty glasses soon joined the collection on the table between them all.

Monica looked at the four other girls. Nancy, Luna, Maddy, and Daisy had been her close friends for years and she instantly knew during the wedding planning that they would be her bridesmaids. All of them gleefully accepted, since Monica would do the exact same thing for them and had thrown themselves into the wedding planning to make sure it went off exactly as they hoped. Now they were partying in the private room they had booked, and probably consumed a lot more alcohol than they should’ve. “Oh man.” Luna said as she held a hand to her head. “We might’ve overdone it with that last set of shots.”

Monica was feeling it as well as her head began to spin. It slowed her thinking, so she didn’t try to stand up until Daisy collapsed sideways on the couch and then the rest of her friends also began to pass out. Monica stood unsteadily in her heels and made it approximately two steps before she too collapsed onto the couch beside her friends as she struggled to keep her eyes open. As she lost consciousness, she was vaguely aware of the door opening and some men entering the room. “Thank you, Don will pay you handsomely as a reward.” One of them said as Monica sank into darkness.

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Monica came too just as high heeled shoes were being strapped to her feet. “Mmmph?” She asked before realizing her mouth was filled with a rubber ball that was strapped behind her head.

Her eyes flew open to find herself in some kind of fancy room, lying on her back on a bed with her feet touching the floor. Looking down at herself, she realized with a start that she was wearing her wedding dress, despite the dress supposedly still being tailored for her in the shop. In addition to being gagged, she was also tied up. Monica could feel ropes at the wrists and elbows, keeping them welded together underneath her body. More rope framed her chest and was wrapped above and below her breasts and around her waist. She could also feel more rope around her thighs underneath the skirt of her dress. Wondering what the hell had happened to her, she struggled to sit up and saw a woman in a maid’s outfit finishing strapping her heels to her feet. “Ah, just in time.” She said before picking up something off of a cart beside her and reaching for Monica’s face.

She barely got a questioning mmph out before the white leather blindfold covered her pleading blue eyes and was strapped behind her head, cutting off all sight. “MMMMPH!” Monica shouted behind her gag, wondering what the hell was happening.

“Sshhhh.” The woman said. “All will make sense soon enough. Come, we have to get going.”

Monica was pulled to her feet, struggling to walk and keep her balance with her thighs bound and arms trapped behind her as she tottered on the high heels but the woman held her upright and slowly made their way across the room. A door was opened and she could suddenly hear many sounds of people talking, with some muffled voices as well. Her face went red, realizing that bound, gagged, and blinded as she was, she was practically being paraded in front of all kinds of people before she was led up a few steps and brought to a halt. Then the blindfold came off and Monica was treated to a sight that she would not have imagined in her worst dreams.

She was now standing at the altar of a church full of people set up like a wedding. Standing beside her was a man in a tuxedo smiling at her, and with a start she realized she recognized this man. He was rather young, confident, had come up to her and her friends when they were out one night and had asked her out. Given that she had a fiancé and was to be married, she had to turn him down. He had looked rather angry at that and persisted, but she stood firm and shut him down before departing with her friends. And now here he stood at the wedding altar, with her bound and gagged beside him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going to happen and she was powerless to stop it.

Monica tore her gaze away from the man and looked around, although it definitely just made her horror increase. Off to her right were her four bridesmaids. Luna, Maddy, Nancy, and Daisy were all dressed in the elegant peach-coloured bridesmaid dresses that they had picked out for themselves a couple of weeks ago with high heeled sandals. All four girls were also wearing additional accessories in the form of white rope that bound their wrists and elbows behind their backs. More rope created a harness that framed their chests and pulled their dresses tight against their body before continuing down their body binding their knees and ankles. Peach coloured ballgags were forced between their teeth, muffling their cries as they sobbed. Behind each of her bridesmaids was a groomsman, dressed pristinely in a tuxedo, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and the other was wrapped around the waist of a bridesmaid, keeping them in place for the ceremony.

Monica met the eyes of each of her friends, scarcely believing the situation they found themselves in before more noise behind her caused her to turn her head and her eyes popped out of her head in shock.

Filling the pews on one side of the church were her friends and family, although they were not there by choice. All the men were dressed in suits with the women in dresses, but duct tape was wrapped around their bodies to secure their limbs. More duct tape was plastered over their mouths, preventing them from protesting this wedding as they likely would have done. Monica could see her parents and two sisters in the front row, tears in their eyes as they struggled in vain against the tape keeping them prisoner. Suited thugs stood at the end of each pew, keeping an eye on the dozens of prisoners that squirmed against the silver tape. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sobbed around the ballgag filling her mouth seeing their distress.

What Monica didn’t know is that while she and her friends had been kidnapped from the bar, across the city in houses and apartments, more kidnappers had struck in the night. Her friends and family had been forced to dress in formal wear before being taped up, gagged, and led to a waiting van, which then spirited them away to this church on the outskirts of the city. They had all been drugged, having woken up about half an hour ago in the pews and realizing to their horror that they were going to witness a wedding, although not the one that they were expecting to see.

The other side of the church was absolutely jam packed, mostly with men but she did see some beautiful women here and there. None of them gave a second glance towards the other side, where the guests were all bound and gagged. As her eyes drifted over the crowd, her blood ran cold as she recognized from the news the man in the front row. Don Vincenzo Giancana, head of one of the largest Mafia syndicates to exist, was smiling right at her. To her shock, she looked again at the groom standing beside her at the altar and saw the family resemblance. Oh shit. She thought to herself as a priest stepped out from behind the altar. I turned down the son of the biggest mob boss in the state. And now daddy is making sure he is getting what he wants…