The next day (Sylvies POV)

Three weeks and 2 days until the wedding.

I woke up leaking Damien’s cum once again.

For the past week he had been fucking me almost every day breeding me deep while Alex was none the wiser. I slipped quietly out of bed. Alex was still fast asleep, completely unaware that his fiancée was getting filled daily.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I now had four tattoos:

The original Queen of Spades with “Damien’s” right above my pussy.

The large “Free Use Blacked Whore” tramp stamp on my lower back.

“Cumslut” in elegant script on my left ass cheek.

“Breeding Cow” under my right breast.

Still, when I compared myself to Mia… I felt inadequate.

Downstairs, Damien was waiting. He immediately bent me over the kitchen island and fucked me hard, pounding me until I came twice before flooding my womb with another thick load.

As I knelt cleaning his cock, the jealousy burned hotter than ever.

Mia came downstairs shortly after, looking like a fully broken whore. She was wearing nothing but a micro skirt and heels. Her body was covered in many more tattoos than mine Queen of Spades everywhere, “Property of Damien”, “Black Cock Only”, “Cum Dump”, “Free Use Toy”, and several others she had eagerly gotten in just one week.

She immediately dropped to her knees and started worshipping Damien’s cock with total devotion, moaning happily.

Later that afternoon, while Alex was at work, Mia left for “work.” Damien had turned her into one of his whores. She was regularly getting pimped out to his friends and clients. When she returned a few hours later, she was a mess cum on her face and thighs, walking bow-legged, but smiling dreamily.

“I made $8,400 today, Daddy,” she said proudly, showing him the cash. “They all loved my tight white pussy.”

I watched from the side, my stomach twisting with dark jealousy.

She’s only been here a week and she’s already more broken, more owned, and more used than me.

Damien had completely corrupted my best friend Emily. Now he had turned my innocent little sister into a brainwashed, pimped-out black cock whore almost overnight.

And me?

I was still stuck playing the role of Alex’s fiancée while secretly getting fucked and bred every day. I was hopelessly addicted to my old bully’s cock. I craved him constantly. I wanted to be ruined like them.

But Damien was still holding back not giving me the full **** treatment yet.

That jealousy hurt almost as much as it turned me on.

That Evening

The front door opened and Alex walked in, looking tired from his long day at work.

I immediately switched into “loving fiancée” mode. I greeted him with a bright smile and a soft kiss on the lips.

“Welcome home, babe,” I said sweetly, hugging him. “I missed you.”

On the outside, I was the perfect future wife caring, attentive, gentle. I asked him about his day and rubbed his shoulders.

But inside, I was filled with malice and contempt.

Look at you, I thought as I smiled at him. My pathetic little shrimp-dick fiancé.

Every time I looked at him now, all I saw was an obstacle. The reason Damien was still holding back from fully breaking me. The reason I couldn’t be a complete whore like Mia and Emily yet. His very existence his weakness, his cage, his love for me was what kept me from surrendering completely to Damien.

While I massaged his shoulders and played the doting girlfriend, Damien sat on the couch with Mia on his lap, smirking at me knowingly. Mia was grinding slowly on him, completely shameless.

I hated Alex in that moment.

I hated how soft and inferior he looked. I hated that I still had to pretend because of him. I hated that as long as he was my fiancé, Damien wouldn’t turn me into the full blacked whore I desperately wanted to become.

And yet… that hatred only made me wetter.

As I leaned down to kiss Alex’s cheek again, my mind was already fantasizing about the day I would finally tell him the truth — or better yet, let him walk in and see what I had truly become.