Chapter 2

'Do I please you, Daddy?'

Marcus's cock twitched in his pants, already half-hard at the sight. He stood, towering over her, and grabbed a fistful of her wig, yanking her head back. 'You look like the white bitch you are, Brianna. Made for black cock.' His free hand roamed her body, squeezing her tits roughly, pinching the pierced nipples until she whimpered. He slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing, leaving a red handprint on the pale skin. 'Bend over. Show me that hole.'

Obediently, Brianna bent at the waist, hands on her knees, skirt hiking up to expose the thong. Marcus ripped it aside, his thick fingers probing her ass, finding it slick from the lube she always kept ready. 'Good girl. Already wet for Daddy.' He unzipped his pants, freeing his massive black cock—veiny, throbbing, at least ten inches of unyielding power. Without warning, he pressed the head against her entrance and thrust in, burying half his length in one brutal push.

Brianna cried out, her body rocking forward, but she pushed back, greedy for more. 'Fuck me, Daddy! Break your white slut!' Marcus growled, gripping her hips and slamming deeper, his balls slapping against her caged clit with each pound. The corset dug into her sides, stockings tearing slightly as she braced against the ****. He fucked her relentlessly, stretching her ass wide, the friction building heat that made her vision blur. Precum leaked from her cage, dripping onto the floor as waves of humiliated pleasure coursed through her.

'You're mine now, Brianna. The BNWO owns every inch of you.' Marcus reached around, yanking on her nipple rings while he rutted harder, his cock pulsing inside her. She moaned like a bitch in heat, her mind blank except for the need to serve. He pulled out suddenly, spinning her around and forcing her to her knees. 'Open wide.' She did, lips parting as he shoved his cock down her throat, gagging her with its girth. Tears streamed down her face, mascara running, but she sucked eagerly, tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting her own ass on him.

Marcus face-fucked her with short, savage thrusts, his hands holding her head in place. 'Swallow it all, you feminized fucktoy.' His balls tightened, and he erupted, hot cum flooding her mouth, spilling over her chin as she gulped desperately. Some dribbled onto her corset, staining the latex. He pulled out, smearing the last drops across her lips. 'Clean yourself up and get ready for the next one. The brothers are waiting.'

Brianna licked her lips, savoring the salty taste, her body trembling in aftershocks. She was his—body, mind, and soul—dressed to please, broken to obey in the new world order.