Part II: Transformations
When I came to, it took a moment to orient myself to my surroundings. I'd been awoken by the loud creaking of springs, and something was gently pounding against my head.
Ah. I was still getting used to my new sleeping arrangements. I was laying against the rough carpet underneath our bed, and Alyssa and Trey were clearly already awake. Around the edges of the bed were black custom-built bars, not dissimilar to a dog cage, connecting the foot-tall space between the bottom of the bed and the floor. The only opening was a small grate door at my feet, in the center of which hung a large padlock in the shape of a spade.
I could hear an adjustment above, and a moment later the pounding of the mattress against me began with renewed vigor. The metal caging started to rattle loudly, the padlock rhythmically clanging against the bars- Alyssa was moaning loudly now. The mattress was now gently crushing my entire body, grinding me into the carpet below. The mating press was a morning favorite of Trey's. It gave him better leverage to drive Alyssa's body straight down into the center of the bed.
Captive beneath the squealing springs, it was impossible not to picture. Her soft body folded in half beneath his immense musculature; pale legs straight up, quaking amid the assault like a white flag of surrender which was not to be honored. Her arms undoubtedly pinned to the mattress, helpless to influence or slow down the titan of a cock that was rearranging her insides. Her animal screams left no doubt as to how much she was loving this ravaging. I felt my own member begin to stir- only to be halted immediately by contact with solid steel. The cage around my cock had been instituted at the same time as the cage around my body- Trey and Alyssa didn't trust me where they couldn't see me.
The entire room began to shake as Trey prepared to unload, Alyssa's screams hoarse from the marathon session the night before. I felt the first sting of rugburn as the springs mercilessly ground me into the carpet, even as my member strained against the bars that bound it. At last came the final thrust, and I was completely pinned against the floor as I could picture Trey begin to fill my fiancΓ©e's womb with his hot, thick seed for what felt like the thousandth time. The pressure between my legs was unbearable. The screams and rattling metal faded away, replaced by heavy breathing and Alyssa's quivering, soft moans as her climax faded. A few moments later, I felt a shift above and slender white hands appeared at the foot of the bed, slipping a heart-shaped key into the padlock.
"Mmm come get your breakfast, cucky." The cage doors opened silently on well-oiled hinges. Repositioning my aching body, I scooted out from underneath the bed, feet first. Trey was already up, taking a set of workout clothes out of my dresser- his dresser? My clothes were now relegated to a small section at the back of the closet. But this was the least of the changes that our room had undergone in recent months. A massive mirror had been attached to the ceiling, which reflected the designer bedspread featuring black spade patterning on its silk sheets. My bookshelf had been replaced with a gold-trimmed glass cabinet which displayed an assortment of monstrous sex toys, uniformly jet black. The top shelf contained multiple dildos that had been cast from Trey's cock, which he liked to use on the holes he wasn't stuffing himself. Towards the bottom of the case was the original black dildo I had bought Alyssa way back when, a mocking reminder of how wildly things had gotten out of hand.
But perhaps the most striking change was what adorned the walls. Our photos- Alyssa and I on vacation, dressed in our finest for a wedding, at a few favorite concerts- had been swapped with those of a distinctly different flavor. Trey has commissioned a friend of his to develop a series of professional, black-and-white shots.
In one, Alyssa straddled Trey with her back to the camera, his hands gripping her ass in a black V-string.
In a closeup shot, Alyssa cradled Trey's cock between her bare, oiled breasts.
In what would otherwise be a standard headshot, Alyssa's face was framed on one side by Trey's dark hand and on the other by his hanging cock, her mouth slightly agape.
In another, all that was visible of Alyssa were her forearms and legs, which were wrapped tightly around the furrows of Trey's muscular back as he bred her.
These photos and a half dozen others covered the walls, each in a sleek black frame and illuminated from above with red track lighting. But the biggest insult was reserved for the space directly above our bed, and the only picture I was in. Where once hung our favorite picture from our engagement shoot, there was an oversized print of Trey in a large leather arm chair. He was wearing a sharp grey suit, and holding a leather leash. At his right foot sat Alyssa, wearing nothing but a black collar to which the leash was attached. She clutched his thigh, eyes piercing the camera in her best approximation of a Vogue cover model. All that was visible of me was my head, which was planted under Trey's left foot. My face was turned away from the camera.
"C'mere cucky, I know you're hungry." Alyssa was reclining on the pillows, legs spread. The room wasn't the only thing that had undergone a makeover. Alyssa had taken to dying her hair black, which contrasted nicely with her pale body... and the temporary black spade tattoos we used to put above her pussy were no longer necessary. She'd started going to the gym five days a week, and it showed. Her arms were looking more toned, her stomach flatter, further accentuating the natural curves of her breasts and hips. Her ass and thighs were the biggest and tightest they had ever been thanks to a particularly brutal squat regime. I crawled up the length of the bed and into my usual position. Trey had left a monstrous load inside her, which was now leaking out onto the sheets which already smelled heavily of animal sex. As soon as my head was between her legs, she held my face to her pussy, gently but firmly. I immediately got to work, working her over with my tongue, dutifully swallowing anything given to me.
"Mmmmm..." Her fingers ran through my hair, feet sliding along my back. Her thick thighs began to squeeze either side of my head- her voice was muffled now.
"That's a good boy... clean off your Goddess." This was the last form of sex I was still allowed with her, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste. I breathed in her sweet perfume mixed with pungent musk, savoring the taste of what I hadn't been allowed inside of for over six months; Alyssa's pussy was officially black only now. Once she was satisfied with my work, she flipped over on her stomach so that I could clean what had dripped down between her cheeks. Burying my face in her ass, I lapped up all that I could. I ground my hips into the mattress, but the cage prevented nearly all sensation.
"Mmm that's it, really get in there." Her hand found the back of my head, and she guided my tongue deeper into her ass. I was desperate.
"Mistress.." I begged; face still buried in her ass. "Please... may I have some release?" I was normally allowed to cum every few days, usually at the end of one of their marathon sessions. It had been two weeks. Arching her back, I saw her grin widely at Trey, who was on his way out the door.
"Have everything ready for when I get back." His mouth twisting in a subtle grin, and then he was gone. Alyssa's eyes met mine, still grinning.
"We have something special planned for tonight. You'll get some release then, I promise. Now finish up, I have some errands to run."
"Thank you, mistress." Suppressing a whine, I returned to my task. Once her ass was completely spotless, she stood up.
"Good boy," she cooed, running teasing fingers under my chin. "Just a little bit longer." She held up a small key that hung from a silver chain around her neck- the only way to open my cage. Smiling, she disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower turn on.
Lying naked on the bed, I gazed at the pictures surrounding me- frozen snapshots of every defilement imaginable. I had been there for them all, sometimes tied to a chair, sometimes locked under the bed- sometimes forced to listen from outside of the room. What more could they have in store?
A short while later, Alyssa emerged from the bathroom and got dressed. Her time in the gym and a steady diet of black cock had done wonders for her confidence- long gone was the Alyssa who needed convincing to wear a bikini to the beach.