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Down The Snowbunny Hole Pt 02

Down The Snowbunny Hole Pt 02

by blacmywaifu8117
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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.

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She slipped on a skin-tight black bellyshirt with a plunging neckline and a pair of daisy dukes, making sure to keep her thong just visible at the hips. A pair of chucks and a black choker completed the ensemble.

"I want the kitchen spotless, and don't forget to include the sheets in with the other laundry."

"Yes, mistress." There was a mound of lingerie in every color known to man heaped in the corner of the room, mixed in with pairs of Trey's boxers. Slipping her purse over her shoulder, she came in close, pressing her warm body against mine, her bow lips a hair's breadth from my own. Her voice was a whisper:

"I'll be back soon- be a good little cucky. After all..." she clasped my cage in a vice-like grip, I could feel the heat of her hand through the bars. "It's not like you have any choice." Her tongue was suddenly in my mouth, her hand palming the back of my head, the full weight of her body pressed against mine. I pressed harder against her, my tongue meeting hers, before she broke away.

"Bye!" She giggled and was gone.

***

Alyssa returned a few hours later with several large shopping bags in tow- she was grinning from ear to ear. Plopping down next to me in the couch, she rummaged through one of the bags and produced a blood red teddy with a matching thong and thigh-high tights.

"Well? What do you think?" Her eyes were gleaming.

"I can't wait to see it on you." At this her eyes glinted- and I recognized an increasingly familiar look of playful malice. It was the same look I'd seen before I'd been forced to orally prep Trey for the first time; the last look I'd always get before she smothered my face with her ass to see how long I could go without air. Oh God.

"You don't mean..."

"We're gonna make you look soooo sexy!" She was already pulling items out of the other bags- mascara, lipstick, blush... and a long wig which perfectly matched my hair color.

"What.. I don't.. I'm not sure..." Her eyes met mine once more, and her fingers toyed with the key around her neck.

"It sure would be a shame if you had to go any longer without release..." She stood up in front of me, bending at the waist as she slipped her daisy dukes off, her perfectly shaped ass mere inches from my face.

"How long do you think you could go without going mad?" She squatted until her pale cheeks were touching my cage, gyrating her hips slowly. Shooting me a sultry look over her shoulder, she whispered.

"Another week? Two weeks? Perhaps a month?" I whimpered, the heat against my cage driving me wild.

"Unless of course, you can behave."

"Mistress... please... I can."

"That's the spirit. Come on, we've got a lot of work to so before tonight!" Grabbing my cage, she led me into the bathroom. The next few hours were a blur. Anytime I expressed doubt or offered any shred of resistance, Alyssa would start gently kissing the outside of my cage until I was perfectly compliant again. She began by shaving every trace of hair from my body before generously applying one of her sweet-smelling lotions; it left my skin feeling pleasantly soft and silky to the touch. She trimmed and polished my nails, painting them a bright cherry red. She paid special attention to my makeup, biting her lip in concentration as she worked. It was all bizarrely tender and intimate given the circumstances. At last, she set the wig on my head before stepping back and admiring her efforts.

"Oh my god, you look amazing! It turned out even better than I'd hoped." She stepped back to let me see the mirror and.... Wow. She wasn't kidding- I was not prepared to see the vixen that stared back at me. She had crafted a sexy smoky eye punctuated by dark mascara, which worked nicely with the shiny lipstick she'd chosen. The wig had long side bangs which perfectly framed my face. It helped that I'd always had full lips and high cheek bones for a guy (Alyssa and past girlfriends had often described me as a "pretty boy").

"And now, the piece de resistance." She handed me the blood red lingerie. I slipped the teddy over my back, noticing how the soft fabric tickled my nipples. Pulling the tights on, I enjoyed how tightly they clung to the soft skin of my thighs. Finally, I stepped into the thong, feeling a tingle of pleasure run up my back as the string slipped between my cheeks, the fabric tight against my waist. Turning in the mirror, I found myself unable to look away. I let my fingers play across my ass, enjoying the feeling of my soft skin and how the lingerie made me look like I had more curves than I did. I felt.... good. I felt sexy.

Doesn't this feel natural? A voice that was not entirely my own echoed in my head.

"You love it, don't you." Transfixed by my reflection, I hadn't noticed that Alyssa had left the bathroom. She reappeared now suddenly, clad in matching lingerie. I felt myself blush as deep red as the lace clinging to my body. She grinned.

"I can't wait for..." she was interrupted by three sharp knocks at the front door.

"Speak of the devil! Wait on the bed." As she vanished from the room, reality hit me as if I'd been doused with a bucket full of ice water. I'd been so enamored with my reflection and need for release that I hadn't stopped to think about the ramifications of my outfit- surely this couldn't all be for show. As I sat on the bed, my heart pounded like a jackhammer under the red teddy. I could hear movement in the next room.

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A few agonizing minutes later, Trey entered with Alyssa on his arm and a small black case in his hand. He was wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, which clung tightly to his powerfully muscled legs and enormous bulge... even when he was flaccid he was bigger than me. He looked me up and down with intense eyes, like a lion sizing up its prey. Sitting in my lacy lingerie, I realized one of his arms was nearly as wide as my torso- I never felt so vulnerable in my life.

"Damn. Nice job, you." He gave Alyssa a sharp smack on the ass, who giggled and promptly sat next to me at the foot of the bed.

"Now, the finishing touch." He opened the small leather box and held it out for us to see. It was lined with red velvet, and within sat two thin black collars. Each had a gold charm in the shape of a spade. One read "Alyssa," the other... "Layla."

Layla. I could feel their eyes burning into me as understanding dawned.

"Your new name! Isn't it perfect? And look..." Alyssa flipped the charms over. On the back of each was "Property of T." Before I could process what was happening, Alyssa clasped the collar around my kneck before fastening her own. I opened my mouth as if to seek, but no words would come out.

"Shhh," Trey pressed his finger to my lips. "Your mouth is only good for one thing now. Alyssa, lay back for a bit. Layla is gonna show me what those pretty lips can do."

"Awww, no fun," Alyssa whimpered playfully, before reclining back on the pillows at the head of the bed.

"Let me make this perfectly simple for you, Layla. Alyssa and I have decided that as long as you want to keep getting release, you're gonna be my side bitch. Whenever I'm around, you will dress like a girl, you will act like a girl, and you will take dick like a girl. I mean let's be honest- it shouldn't be much of a leap for you. I see how you look at my cock."

Admit it, the voice sounded. Even if I tried to deny it, my body was giving me away. Sitting in lingerie before this black god, my member was straining against its bars like it had never done before.

"And how much of my come do you think you've eaten out of your fiancΓ©e since our little arrangement began?"

Gallons. I blushed, and Trey laughed.

"Anyway, the point stands- there's no use fighting it. Now, on your knees." My body appeared to move on its own, and I was soon face to face with Trey's prodigious bulge. I was close enough to feel the heat radiating off it- my heart threatened to pound out of my chest. His immense frame loomed above my own slight figure- it made me feel so small, so... feminine. I looked up at the dark eye eyes burning down into my own. He just jerked his chin up slightly.

Go ahead.

My red-lacquered nails found his waistband, and I slowly pulled down, unveiling the titan waiting beneath. It had begun to swell with blood, springing up and smacking my cheek as the waistband passed its head- the familiar, thick musk filling my nostrils. I admired the thickness of it, its dark chocolate color, the powerful veins coursing down its length- the smooth skin of the rapidly engorging head. Hundreds of hours of edging to snowbunny porn- women of every size, shape and age moaning, squirting, and begging for more- of Alyssa whispering how mind-shattering it felt in my ear, of watching her be taken every way imaginable... it had all finished rewiring my brain. I wanted it. I fucking needed it. And now for the first time with Alyssa waiting in the wings, it was all mine.

"Stop gawking and get to work."

Heart pounding, I kissed the tip, feeling the slight stick of precum. Parting my lips slightly, I let the warm cockhead slide into my mouth. The smooth skin of it made my lips tingle- the fullness of it comfortably filling my mouth. I let my tongue play with the underside of the head, which elicited a soft, satisfied rumble from above.

"Good girl." Good girl. The words struck me- I loved the sound of it. It was so foreign hearing something positive come out of Trey's mouth... and something akin to pride welled up in me.

"Don't forget my balls, slut." Eager to please, I popped his cockhead out of my mouth and brought my lips to them, enjoying the velvety texture of each subtle wrinkle. I extend my tongue in broad, sweeping strokes, following the form of each gargantuan orb. Far off, some buried facet of my psyche reminded me that I was worshipping the balls that had dumped load after load into my fiancΓ©e's womb. Whatever shame I may have felt was immediately drowned out by a fresh wave of lust as I inhaled their intoxicating musk.

Lose control.

I buried my face at the root of his shaft, running my tongue along the underside of its length- it seemed to never end. Reaching the tip, I greedily took the length back between my lips. I was soon sucking and twisting the head with my mouth as my hands worked the shaft, as I'd seen Alyssa do countless times before. The taste... the scent... the lipstick rings I left further and further down the shaft... I couldn't get enough. My hands clutched the back of his thighs as I forced the cock down deeper.

Choke me. Fuck me. The voice was deafening now. I am your slut. I am your whore.

Without warning, powerful arms lifted me like I weighed nothing and tossed me onto the bed. Trey manhandled me onto my hands and knees before grabbing a bottle of lube from the glass shelf. The fog of my lust was pierced by a sudden ray of fear. Alyssa and I had played back there before, but I had never taken anything nearly as big as Trey.

"I don't think I'm ready... You're too bi..."

"You'll do as your told, girl." Trey hadn't missed a beat, and was now pulling my thong aside. I felt the cool slick of lube run between my cheeks, Trey's cockhead knocking at my door. Eyes pleading, I turned to Alyssa. I'd practically forgotten she was there- but I would never forget the sight before me. While I was throating down Trey, she had grabbed one of the dildos cast from his cock and was pistoning it into her gushing pussy, her other hand furiously working her clit. Mouth agape, chest and cheeks flushed bright pink, her eyes rolled in her head like a thing possessed. Her words came out breathless, desperate...

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